Killer Croc stashed the diamond just before Aquaman took him from the ocean. Ursula was sure to think he ran off with the loot. His green scaly exterior quaked at the thought of becoming octopus bait. To be such a big guy he never seen someone posses the power she had. The power she had over others scared him half to death. She would be coming for him soon.

Croc knew something about her that others didn't. She possessed the tritons of five of seven underwater kingdoms. Each has a special power of their own like elements of the world. Each power more terrifying in the hands of someone as evil as her. Each triton she got she puts half the power into that beast she treasures so much. There were two of them but she killed one trying out the first triton she captured. The trident of destruction from Queen Iessa the Goddess of sea 5 she was just recently the worst of them.

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He had been passing by, after once again escaping the cages of Arkham Asylum, when he saw it happen an eel, huge and great, swam just by him. He glowed green in the moonlight. Whatever it had been eating made him impossibly strong and huge. Croc swam close enough not to lose him but further away not to be caught. He didn't know this things appetite but he definitely did not want to be on the menu. In the silent dark waters he follows Silist to a cave deep under the island of Arkham.

There was flashes or color; blues, oranges, and pinks. There was laughter. From side to side the slimy and narrow cannel was laced with swaying brown sludge moaning and crying as if it possessed a soul. Scared? The Croc was never scared.

"Aha HA AH hA ha..." It was a laughter that could kill. Bursting, verdant, as evil as no other. It was a woman.

Croc stopped just outside where the eel continued to enter. When satisfied the cost was clear, Croc began to survey the area. Along the wall wear potions in different viols, balls of light in the others. There wear weapons of all kind. But it was only some that picked at the Croc interest.

It was the tridents all aligned all named in different shapes and glowed neon in various features: tall, short, color, and style. Each names to the elements and then some. There were three labeled: fire, wind and earth; and four spaces remained empty but the name was still there dark, light, and water. Above it all in a clear crafted box on a shelf sat a glowing diamond the most rare shade of red. It was beautiful and Croc could not believe how big it was.

Against his better judgment he knew he had to have it. Sacrificing his life and living happy off the loot would bring him great joy.

He charted the area once again. Measuring his speed with time and hoping that nothing came his way. He looked left, then right, took a breath and made his move. He crept slowly and anxious making to the box. As he reached for it that same laugh sounded again. He paused unmoving and watched as three great and long black tentacles came up and suctioned up the small box.

It lifts up and over his head out of his reach.

"Now... Now.. Little dear. Stealing is always fun. However stealing from me...now that's only fun for me..." she cracked a laugh that shook small rocks from their corners. "Well, what took you so long to get here Conk?

It didn't take her long to for Croc to come back to his senses. "It's Croc!" he barked turning to face her. She sat in the darkness on a bed of a large broken clam. He growled at the witch, baring his long teeth and claws. "Now. Now. Give me that jewel or I'll going to play surgery with your fat throat!" he had no idea what he was getting him self into but he wasn't going down with out a fight. But she was expecting him. How?

"O how I love getting new pets all that's left is to have you house broken. Haven't mommy and daddy ever taught you that curiosity kills the Croc? Oops! Guess not!" The witch took no heed to Crocs threats only laughed. Shaking the ocean floor more and more. She mocked him by tapping at his small knife like claws like they wear nothing. And to her they weren't.

Croc moved to the farthest corner and held on. Meanwhile massive vicious eels came from the back of the cave, like the one he'd followed to this place. Only now there were two of them and they both were drooling to have a taste of him.

"Settle down, Severest, Sliest dear babies. Moma will have your dinner soon enough. Croc was in no condition to stay here and dottle. He couldn't hold his breath much longer. He inched toward the exit, when she was occupied nuzzling her pets. "Wait just a minute there pet." Croc stopped just mere inches from the opening. "I think we can help each other, darling pet." Croc rolled his eyes growled and turned back and toward her. Surprisingly, he was his with a viol that no only improved his strength but also his breathing under water. "Well I can help you in several ways but I only need you once."

"And what if I don't. What's stopping me from ripping you and your toys to shreds?" He was pumped and ready. He bared his claws and teeth once again taking stance.

"Hm... You can try..." she said.

It wasn't anything to kill a broad, he thought. He was getting hungry anyway. Croc pushed from the rubble on the ocean bed and charges the sea witch. He came at her with all he had. Just moments in front of her his body stiffened and stopped. He had no control at all.

All eight of her tentacles stretched and relaxed. She slithered from the darkness of her bed and waltz passed him as if he was never there He saw the sway of her long silver and white hair. Her voluptuous thick figure and the long meat suctions that followed. She hummed and sang as she neared her cabinet and search ingredients for yet another potion.

Who is she? Croc thought to him self.

"I'm Ursula but you can call me mommy..." she smiled in her mirror to his reflection. I know all you think and have thought Croc, so chose your words wisely.

"w..wha... do you..wa-?"

"I want everything dear every sea, every trident, and every soul. Power over the seven seas and soon over the world and King Triton will be the very last to die." She flicked her hand at him and his limbs and will was now his own.

He flexed and cracked his neck but he knew he was no match for her. "What's the grudge?"

"He and his father Poseidon locked me down here ages ago. In order to leave I need take back the full power I once possessed I need all the tridents. But the tridents can only be touched by the blood of a loyal subject of the holder, so I need the blood of there wives as well." She grumbled throwing all the potions one by one into a black claw like cauldron made or coral. She sighed before continuing, "But alas my crystal is not enough to hold all the blood of the six queens. I need a big stone a diamond. And you sir have just volunteered."

"And how will this help me."

"You will have the riches you so desire and what more the ladies willing to look at your face. I will make you human." She said simply in a squeaky voice.

"What a load of crock!" he blistered back.

She took a spool of her now ready potion and splashed him on the arm. The Croc watched in amazement as the scales and the green turned to the pale Caucasian arm of a man. He was speechless. Moments later the scales returned and the Croc grew angry.

"NOOO! CHANGE IT BACK!"

"In due time love. I WANT WHAT I ASKED FOR!" she bayed back. Croc bowed to his knees hung his head in defeat. "You see pet, you just needed to be house broken." She petted his head, crossing over to her wall of tridents. One in particular she picked up and called out to one of her eels. "oh Sliest der, come to mama."

From the back of the cave she swam to her aide and bowed in her presence. "Yessssss... my deartessssssts..." he hissed.

"Time for your daily dose." Croc watched as she aimed the trident of dark to Sliest head. Tapping him ever lightly he was turned in to mere dust.

"Ahhhhh!" she wailed in agony tossing away the dreadful tool. "My baby, my poor little darling..." she cried

For hours Ursula tried all she could to revive the life of her poor eel but there was no hope he was gone and she now knew. That wielding the trident Queen Iessa without out the blood of the stone would kill everything she held dear. In fear Severest hid in the nearest cubby as Ursula cried.

Quickly her anger got the best of her. She rose and stalked over to the Croc and with a hand held the strength of his arms and legs stretching them till he growled loud and deep. "Get me my diamond."

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Still Croc sat bundled in the corner of this sell. Physically he was not near Ursula but mentally he was in the palm of her hand. He needed to get out of here and get out of here quick.

Suddenly a laugh and tapping sounds on the four walls of his sell. He looked from wall to wall in sweats.

"Hey there crocadoddle... A HaHA HAHAHA! Daddy never let me frown that way. Got me sorta jealous. WHY SO SERIOUS!?" AHA HA HA HA HA HA..."