Title of Prompt: Greed (or Where Atrocitus Has A Very Hopeful Visitor Who Questions His Morals)
Rating: K
Timeframe/Information About This Drabble: I started working on this (and by that I mean I wrote two lines) back before Saint Walker even got his ring. I guess this is just a bit of an AUish converstation. I don't know. I guess I just imagined all of the Lantern leaders knowing each other and complaining to each other. Just hang with me and throw continuity out the window, kay?
Disclaimer: I do not own Green Lantern: The Animated Series or Green Lantern. It all belongs to DC comics.
Authors Note: This drabble is for Elvenstar Imrahil who gives me the best reviews ever for my GL:TAS stuff and wanted some Atrocitus "or" Saint Walker, but I decided to throw them both in :D Hopefully you like it and thanks again!

"Are you a Red Lantern or an Orange Lantern?"

Slightly startled (although Lord Atrocitus, destroyer of worlds, would never admit to being frightened), the leader of the Red Lantern Corps spun around to face the corner where the voice had come from. Without even pausing to think, he blasted two powerful bursts of red rage at the darkness. Much to his distaste, the blood red light was absorbed by a soft, blue glow.

Atrocitus' scarred lips lifted into a one-sided sneer. "Saint Walker."

The Blue Lantern did not reveal himself, but instead he posed his question again. "Are you a Red Lantern or an Orange Lantern?"

Now Atrocitus was full on glowering at the dark corner and the seemingly floating voice. "What are you muttering about, you weak, pitying creature?"

Saint Walker now stepped into the light, a soft blue glow causing his feature to be faintly blurry. "Why do you hold on so firmly to the boy?"

"How does it involve you?" Atrocitus growled.

The Blue Lantern seemed to chuckle. "The fate of the universe involves us all, my raging brother. And it is our duty to keep it balanced."

"We are not related. My world is dead—they were slaughtered by self-righteous Lanterns." Atrocitus glared. "How is that for balanced," he sneered.

In a remarkably level tone for the circumstances, Saint Walker merely replied with a lazy blink that Atrocitus wasn't the only one to have his world destroyed by a ring bearer.

This reminder caused the corners of Atrocitus's lips to flit maliciously upwards. "Ah, yes, how could I have forgotten about Astonia?" Instead of showing any anger, Saint Walker's face simply took on a fiercely determined stare. "I destroyed your world—and yet you were too weak to feel any rage. Pity."

"No, brother, I was stronger than your rage," he said after a weary pause. There was another beat of heavy silence before Saint Walker's eyes focused intently on Atrocitus.

"Why do you hold onto the boy?"

Atrocitus's yellow orbs narrowed dangerously. "Whoever you are blabbering about—"

Saint Walker sighed patiently, as if he was dealing with a stubborn child. "Brother, you know who I am speaking of. Razer, who has far too much rage in his heart for someone so young." The hopeful Lantern's face took on a sad, faded look for a brief moment before flashing back to his determined stare.

Atrocitus's scarred lips curled back into a gleeful grimace. He had a feeling this interruption was about that traitor. "Razer is a Red Lantern. His life is no concern of yours, Blue Lantern. He belongs to me."

Saint Walker tilted his head again, studying his opponent carefully with his large, shiny black eyes. Atrocitus lowered his glower to match the thinner being's unnerving stare with an equally powerful glare of hate.

"You are more like Larfleeze than you think, brother."

"You dare to compare me to that in—?!"

Saint Walker continued talking as if Atrocitus's violent disruption never happened. "Orange is merely a combination of red and yellow—rage and fear."

Atrocitus's ring hand curled into a hard fist. He glanced down at his smooth power ring and noticed with a hint of distaste that it was pulsing weakly. Either Saint Walker's presence or of the growing pit in his stomach was causing his power to lose its potency.

Saint Walker laced his fingers together, taking in Atrocitus's every flinch and fidget with his wide, unblinking eyes.

"Do you doubt what I say?"

Atrocitus's head surged back up to meet the Blue Lantern's calm gaze. "I believe you are weak and a fool for what you say," he growled. "I care little for what happens to the traitor. If the one who gave him his ring does not even care, then Razer is especially no concern to you."

"If you are speaking the truth, brother, then why will you not let him free?"

"He deserves to be punished," was Atrocitus's terse reply.

"I fear you are as selfish as Larfleeze when it comes to your Lanterns," Saint Walker mused softly with a half-smile. "You refuse to let them go, even when they no longer feel rage."

A low, crackling echo filled the small room, causing even Saint Walker's lips to twitch downwards. Atrocitus's chest was heaving slightly with his deep chuckles. "You think the boy has no more rage? I created him so that he will never not feel something brewing deep down within him. You do not know him as well as you think, brother," he sneered, "if you believe that Razer will someday be purged of his rage.

Setting his face in a determined frown, the Blue Lantern's sharp eyes matched Atrocitus's crinkled glare. "Do not be so quick to assume. There is something in him that neither of us has seen. It is my hope that som—"

"Your hope," Atrocitus sneered with another malicious smirk. "I keep forgetting that you rely on such a weak, flickering emotion." He paused for a second, and then his smirk grew broader. "Very well, Saint Walker. I'll play 'fair.'" The Blue Lantern said nothing, only staring warily at the raging monster across the room from him. "You can have Razer when he's completely free of rage—and every other feeling that a corpse no longer feels. When the boy is dead, I will gladly relinquish his body," Atrocitus swept his hand in front of him and make a slight bend of his shoulders so that it looked like he was mockingly bowing to Saint Walker.

"We shall see, brother," Saint Walker's steely, disembodied voice came from another corner in the room. No longer could Atrocitus see the shimmer of blue. Feeling his ring surge back with rage and power, he directed a particularly powerful blast of power at the corner where Saint Walker once was, completely obliterating the wall behind it. He grimaced darkly when he did not hear the telltale cry of pain, nor when he saw the blue flicker elsewhere to indicate Saint Walker's presence. For such a blatantly infuriating and obvious creature, the Blue Lantern was remarkably adept at disappearing without a trace.

Lowering his pulsing ring and releasing a deep, pent up breath that he had been holding since he heard the weak creature's jabbering, Atrocitus absently went over to the corner to inspect the damage caused by his rage. Internally, his conversation with Saint Walker was still reeling in his head, refusing to let the Red Lantern's nerves calm down.

He realized with a satisfied start that he never did actually answer that pesky Blue Lanterns as to why he held onto Razer so tightly. His lip curled into a relieved sneer.

Good. That will leave him wondering.

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