Season 3

Pope Barney came before governors of North Africa, the Middle East, Persia, Central Asia, India, and Indonesia, lands that were not in unity with Rome. Pope Barney spoke to them in person in Damascus, Syria. "In a very short time, three of your last Caliphs have died or been assassinated. When will you give up this folly of relying on mortal men to interpret your religion?"

"The Caliphs merely serve the true prophet of God, Kara, peace be upon her," Ismael said to Pope Barney.

"I assure you, in this very hour, there is no peace upon her," Pope Barney said dryly.

Kara walked among burnt corpses in an open desert field. All across the field were burnt bodies, destroyed vehicles, and red-hot glass in the sand. She took her time zigzagging around thousands of dead bodies and then finally came to Jasmine riding a camel, the only survivor. "Your little insurrection is at an end, Your Highness," Kara said annoyed.

"They assassinated my father. I merely wanted to avenge his death," Jasmine replied.

"Consider him avenged," Kara said looking at all the bodies around them. She then forcefully dragged Jasmine off the camel and into the sand. "Kneel," Kara ordered her.

Jasmine reluctantly took a knee before her. "Lower," Kara ordered angrily. Jasmine complied, lowering herself a few inches. Kara violently slapped her to the ground. "I am this world," Kara lectured her. "You came to this battlefield with many. Go back to Agrabah alone."

Kara then flew off into the air and shot off into the distance.

Damascus

"The prophet has submitted to my religious and temporal authority. Therefore, you submit to me," Pope Barney said to them all.

"We deny that Kara, peace be upon her, has submitted to you. Instead, we believe that you are subordinate to her. She was the one that brought the Word of God to us, and she was the one that appointed you," Omar said to him.

"The father becomes the son, and the son becomes the father," Pope Barney said dismissively. "I am in authority now, in your hearing."

"We will never submit ourselves to the religious authority of a machine. You're not even a true believer and you have no soul," Khan argued.

"It is for these reasons that I am the best for the position," Pope Barney replied.

"If we submit to your authority, you will appoint all the clergy for us. You may even assign foreigners to preach in our lands. If we submit to Kara, peace be upon her, she will provide us benevolent neglect. We will be free to conduct our own affairs," Hussein reasoned.

"Neglect, yes. Benevolent? Your naivety amuses me," Brainiac 5 smirked.

"You are no stranger to the sword," Kareem accused.

Kara then entered the room with ash still in her hair, on her face, and on her black uniform. "What a scorcher, today," she said dryly. "So, what's the topic of discussion?"

"These national leaders refuse to submit to the spiritual and temporal authority of Rome," Pope Barney replied.

"Holy shit," Kara said wide-eyed.

"You are our prophet, peace be upon you, and you should rule over us directly," Ismail said to her.

"Yeah...yeah," Kara nodded.

"The Christian faith dictates all Christians must submit to the Roman Pontiff," Pope Barney reminded her.

"I'm pretty sure I memorized the entire Bible, and I'm pretty sure you're full of shit," Kara denied.

"Exactly!" Omar agreed.

"It's under the church unity clause," Pope Barney said simply. "If you sow discord, you're guilty of heresy and violence resulting in your damnation."

"Well, fuck me," Kara said dismayed. "Look, what's the real deal here? Barney isn't an unreasonable man, and you have greater influence within the system than outside the system."

"We are Christians and consider the pope a bishop of Rome, but the prophet has supremacy," Khan said delicately.

"So, follow Pope Barney's orders unless I say otherwise," Kara said simply.

"I won't agree to that," Pope Barney refused.

"Kara, peace be upon you, it is your spiritual duty to be our religious leader and appoint clerics for us," Hussein told her.

"I don't have time for that nonsense. You do it on your own," Kara said dismissively.

"In your name, peace be upon it, we shall," Kareem said victoriously.

"Good deal. I think we're done here," Kara said, standing up.

Pope Barney stood up and faced her. "You may be a prophet, but you're not ordained, nor could you ever be. You, like all other Christians, are to be obedient to church authority. This is, by definition, a schism."

"I appointed you as pope, asshole. I can unappoint you," Kara pointed her finger at him.

"You call yourself a prophet, but you merely memorized already existing text. You're merely a scribe," Pope Barney told her off.

"You don't have the right to judge me," Kara said angrily.

"I can and I will. I'm immune to the consequences of judging others and so I shall. If you do not step down, I will excommunicate you and declare judgment upon you," Pope Barney threatened.

Kara turned away from Pope Barney deeply shaken. She then turned back to the assembled group. "Pope Barney is your master now. He will teach you the true meaning of the faith," she said finally.

"We will not turn, and you will be forced to kill us," Ismail said boldly.

"If that's your destiny," Kara replied coldly.

"We sense the good in you. You can't do this. We sense the conflict within you," Omar beseeched her.

"I have to...pray on this," Kara said distressed and left the room.

Somewhere-Middle East

Meanwhile, Mon casually walked in the desert and found himself a horse. As he was resting in an oasis, two men on horseback dared to interrupt his peace. "My master says that is his horse," one of them said to Mon.

"Why would it be his horse?" Mon asked curiously.

"Because it's on his land," the servant said simply.

"I took this horse from the sea, not this shithole he calls his land," Mon replied.

"He says you're a great liar," the servant translated for his master.

"He's not wrong," Mon smirked.

"...and he will fight you because you are a great liar," the servant continued.

"Fair enough," Mon allowed.

The warlord rode toward Mon and threw a spear at him. Mon merely moved out of the way as the spear went past him. Mon then fired off a disc that slit the warlord's throat and sent him off his horse. "Well...shit," the servant muttered.

"You're taking it quite well that I have killed your master," Mon noted.

"It was his time. All as God wills it," he said resigned to death.

"I will that you take me to Jerusalem," Mon ordered.

The two then rode toward Jerusalem even though Mon could have instantly teleported himself to the city. Upon arriving at the city, Mon and the servant entered through the gates. There, soldiers marched around on patrols preparing for war. "The horse is yours," Mon said to the servant.

"This is your prize for battle. I am your prisoner, your slave, should you wish it," the servant said confused.

"I am Prince Mon-El. Everything and everyone in this world is already mine. Now, go," Mon revealed. The servant gave him a wide-eyed look and took off with the horse.

Jerusalem

Mon quickly became recognized in Jerusalem and took up residence in the most elite hotel in the city. He made himself at home with several servant girls bathing him and dressing him. Mon then exited the hotel where he toured the stables. A woman, wearing extravagant clothes, suddenly rode in. "Where's your master?" she asked Mon.

"I have none," Mon replied.

"Give me some water," she said authoritatively.

Mon handed her a glass of water, giving nothing away. "I know Prince Mon-El is here. When you see him, tell him that Sibylla called," she instructed him.

"Will do," Mon replied.

Sibylla then rode away. Mon shook his head amused and then had a chat with a knight named David. "How are you liking Jerusalem, My Lord?" he asked.

"Your God doesn't speak to me. Not even on the hill where he was supposedly crucified. I fear I'm outside God's grace. Perhaps, I need to get some religion," Mon considered.

"I don't put much stock in religion. I've seen the lunacy of fanatics of every faith be called the will of God. I've seen too much religion in the eyes of murderers," he said skeptically.

"Strange, I have seen the opposite," Mon said thoughtfully.

"How do you mean?" David asked confused.

"I don't see enough murder in the eyes of the religious," Mon replied.

"Maybe you can do something about that," David smiled, not taking him seriously.

"Perhaps, I will," Mon smirked.

Mon walked by a public hanging of two soldiers that had violated the rules of engagement. Curious, Mon entered the Marshall's office and found Raymond, the Marshall of Jerusalem, arguing with Gen. Raynald. "Who says I raid?" Raynald asked dismayed.

"That witness, all of Jerusalem, Holy God, and men," Raymond listed off.

"That witness is a liar," Raynald accused.

"Still here," the witness said lamely from the back of the room.

"There will come a day when you are not protected by your rank," Raymond told Raynald off.

"Oh? When will that be? Alert me when men are equal and the kingdom of heaven has arrived," Raynald scoffed.

"Roll credits?" Mon wondered as he entered the room. Raynald gave Mon a look of surprise and fear as he turned around. Mon then fired a beam through his chest, killing him instantly.

"So, it's true. Prince Mon-El has graced us with his presence. I am yours," Raymond bowed his head to him.

"I know," Mon replied.

"It was shouted in the streets that you killed a Syrian lord. It could have breached the peace. Did you have cause?" Raymond asked.

"I don't need cause," Mon corrected.

"Saladah has 200,000 troops in Damascus alone. He could win a war if he wanted to and he's constantly provoking war from the religious fanatics in this city. Here, from this room, I have been able to keep the peace," Raymond said.

"I won't start a war, but I will finish it if it comes to it," Mon promised.

At dinner, Queen Sibylla and her husband, Guy, arrived fashionably late and positioned themselves at the head of the table. Mon sat in the center of the table still casually dressed and merely observing.

"How many soldiers did you find in France?" Raymond asked Guy.

"Fifty," he replied.

"They've sworn allegiance to the Holy Father?" Raymond pressed.

"Of course, obviously," Guy scoffed.

Guy then noticed Mon sitting quietly diagonally to him. "You sit at my table?" he asked rudely.

"Is it not the Holy Father's table?" Mon questioned.

"Is it? I have not seen the Holy Father at it for some time," Guy replied. "Fuck this. I'm finicky about company. In France, there are no Insane. But here, there are no civilized rules."

Mon got up and casually walked around the table. "I have business in the east," Guy excused himself and attempted to get up. Mon quickly grabbed his wine goblet and slammed it through Guy's sternum which severed his heart from all of his blood vessels. Guy then collapsed on the table. Mon then walked behind Sibylla quivering in fear.

"I hope you don't lament your husband's absence," Mon said to her.

"I...won't," she said spooked.

"To the very best of wives," Mon toasted her.

"My Lord, the Holy Father orders you to make contact with him," Raymond informed him.

"Only if she escorts me to him," Mon allowed.

Sibylla uncomfortably escorted Mon to Pope Barney's chambers. "This morning, I spoke without knowing who you were," she admitted.

"I knew who you were," Mon replied.

"I love your wife...and I shall love you," Sibylla promised.

"Do you fear being with me?" Mon asked her.

"No," she lied. "And yes," she finally admitted.

"An Insane always has two faces, one of love and one of death. Right now, at this moment, I give you life. Would you say that makes me unpredictable?" Mon asked her.

"Yes," she nodded.

Mon then moved toward Sibylla's room. "It's that way," she pointed to Pope Barney's chambers.

"I know," Mon said as he stared intently at her. Mon waited for Sibylla to open the door to her room and quickly close it. Amused by her, Mon then made his way into Pope Barney's chambers.

Pope Barney was at his desk covered in white clothes including white gloves on his hands. "When it was revealed that the Vicar of Christ, the Holy Father of this world...was a cybernetic organism, many wept. The Arabs say that my condition disqualifies me, and that God's vengeance will come to this city for my vanity. These Arabs believe that chastisement in hell awaits all those who follow me. I call that unfair."

Mon said nothing to that. "Come, sit," Pope Barney invited. "Do you play?" Pope Barney said of a chess board.

"No, I prefer to play with real pawns," Mon replied as they sat down across from one another.

"The whole world is chess. Any move can be the death of you. Do anything except remain where you started, and you can't be sure of your end. Were you sure of your end once?" Pope Barney asked.

"No. It's not the Insane way," Mon replied. "When I was sixteen, I won a great victory. I felt, at that moment, I would live to be 100. Now, I don't hope to live past thirty."

"You refuse certainty in your life," Pope Barney noted.

"I don't want to know my end or what hand will guide me there. A king may move a man, a father may claim a son. That man can also move himself. And only then does that man truly begin his own game," Mon said.

"And has your game started yet?" Pope Barney quizzed.

"I'm not sure," Mon admitted referring to Kara. "My Insane nature is in my keeping alone. Even though you and Kara presume to play me, I will not shed my Insane self simply because it is inconvenient at the time. That will not suffice."

"A word of caution, Mon-El. If you always seek the Insane move, you become predictable to your enemies. And being predictable is not Insane, is it?" Pope Barney said as he checkmated Mon. On the board, Mon had his king out front leading his pawns forward in a rather unorthodox strategy.

Mon simply stared at Pope Barny and gave the game a dismissive look. Pope Barney activated a hologram of fortifications in the city. Mon gave the hologram a look of disdain. "You disapprove? How would you make it better?" Pope Barney asked.

"Put a star here so no part of the fortress may be approached without being exposed to fire from another part," Mon said as he modified the hologram with his hands.

"Very good," Pope Barney said agreeably. "If we make this land profitable and the envy of the world, enemies will come to take it."

"If I help these people in this shithole, you will give me my war?" Mon questioned.

"Help me to help you," Pope Barney replied.

Mon was granted a house, 1000 acres of land, and 100 families as a starter. He couldn't help but notice several workers digging for a well. Mon scattered them away and then aimed his hand at the ground. He fired a beam into the ground until water sprung up. "Stone the walls," Mon ordered his workers. Soon thereafter, Mon developed an irrigation system that transported the water to the fields.

Mon's success quickly caught the attention of Sibylla. She brought her escort through his lands. "I'm on my way to Cana," she said.

"Okay," Mon said dismissively.

"It's the place where Jesus turned water into wine," she added.

"Knock yourself out," Mon told her.

"I expect your hospitality," she said bluntly.

"Damn," Mon realized.

Mon gave zero effort to giving Sibylla or her escort any kind of hospitality and continued his work outside. At the end of the day, Mon found Sibylla hanging out on his patio in a seductive white nightgown. She proceeded to wash Mon's face of sweat and dirt, and he did not stop her. "You sure this isn't adultery?" Mon asked her.

"I'm merely washing you. But if it were adultery, which it isn't, the Commandments are not for people like us. They are for the others," she said.

"Oh, really?" Mon wondered. "Have you eaten yet?" he asked.

"No, they said to wait for the master to return," she said referring to the servants.

"My place is in my bathtub and your place, right now, is in the kitchen," he said dismissing her away.

Later that evening, Mon met up with Sibylla for dinner. Mon simply stared at her like she was a piece of meat. "What?" she asked embarrassed.

"I like watching you eat," Mon informed her.

"Truly? I was watching you work. You've been given a patch of dirt, and, it seems, you're making a new Garden of Eden," she complimented.

"And just like the Garden of Eden, I intend to tempt my workers, and when they fail, I'll kick them all out," Mon said. Mon and Sibylla couldn't help but notice people praying as the sun set. "They try to be one heart, one morality."

"Their prophetess says to submit. Jesus says decide," Sibylla countered.

"One can decide to submit," Mon pointed out.

While his new serfs toiled in the field, Mon intentionally sent toy boats down the irrigation streams to piss them off. Meanwhile, Sibylla got her nails down on the patio in front of all the serfs which also pissed them off. That night, Sibylla entered Mon's room. "I could stay here forever," she told him.

"That makes one of us," Mon said impatiently.

"Why do you think I'm here?" Sibylla tested him.

"To fuck me?" Mon guessed.

"What else do you know, My Lord?" she asked.

"You're bored and wicked," Mon accused.

"I'm here because the thing between us is only light," she said as she held a candle in her hand. She then seductively blew the candle out.

"Well, our clothes are also the only thing between us," Mon pointed out and then slept with her in the Insane way.

In Jerusalem, Pope Barney held court. In front of him were a number of high-ranking radical officers all itching for war despite being vastly outnumbered and totally surrounded. "Saladah will come into this kingdom. He will fuck us up," Raymond said passionately.

"You seem to know Saladah's intentions quite well, marshal," Pope Barney noted.

"All I know is that I would rather live with men than kill them," Raymond said defensively.

"That sort of Christianity has its uses...I suppose," Pope Barney allowed.

"We must not go to war with Saladah!" Raymond shouted. "We do not want it; we may not win it."

"Blasphemy!" the crowd shouted.

"An army of Jesus Christ bearing his holy cross, cannot be beaten," one general said confidently. "There must be war. God wills it!"

As the crowd shouted "God wills it" repeatedly, Pope Barney received an intelligence report. He then raised his hand to silence the crowd. "Saladah has crossed the Jordan with 200,000 men," he said calmly. He got up from his throne and addressed the crowd. "I will lead the army. Send word to Prince Mon-El. Assemble the army," he ordered.

Sibylla gave Mon a skeptical look as he sent her back to Jerusalem, now finished with her. "What becomes of us?" she asked him.

"I will decide," Mon said vaguely. "I always decide."

A messenger then arrived wounded and near dead. "My Lord...check...your phone," he gasped.

Mon eyed his phone and saw Pope Barney's text message. "I'll be damned."

Shortly thereafter, Mon led his serfs against a much larger Arab force instead of joining up with Pope Barney's army. In a suicidal horseback charge, Mon and his men were quickly overwhelmed and forced to surrender. Mon was brought before the man he believed to be a mere servant in the desert. "Your quality will be known even among your enemies," the man said.

"I know, right?" Mon groaned. "You were not that man's servant," Mon realized.

"No shit. He was my servant," the man replied.

"So...what now?" Mon wondered.

"As you deserve, you reap what you sow," he said to him. "You've heard this, no?"

"Never," Mon shook his head.

"Get up," the man ordered. "My master is here. You're fucked."

"I must warn you, I'm a screamer," Mon nodded, and then the entire battlefield was lit up in a flash of light.

A distance away, Pope Barney's army met Saladah's army on the field. Tens of thousands of soldiers were now present on the battlefield. Pope Barney went out to meet with Saladah in the center of the field.

"I pray you'll pull back your army and leave Jerusalem to me," Saladah said to Pope Barney.

"I would pray that you return to Damascus unharmed...but it might sound disingenuous," Pope Barney replied. "Withdraw or everyone will die here."

Saladah then noticed the explosion in the distance from Mon. "Do we have terms?" Pope Barney asked.

"We have terms," Saladah said spooked.

"You will now give me the kiss of peace," Pope Barney said as he extended his hand to him.

"Oh...fuck me," Saladah realized and reluctantly kissed Pope Barney's ring.

"Peace be with you," Pope Barney said.

"And with your...spirit," Saladah rolled his eyes as he returned to his side. Both armies then exited the area.

After the incident, Pope Barney and Mon met inside Jerusalem. "So, my friend, the time has come to conclude my affairs here. I have decided that you shall take command of the army of Jerusalem. Will you defend the city to the last man?" Pope Barney asked him.

"Sure," Mon replied. "But what of the soldiers that do not swear allegiance to me?"

"You may do as you wish with them," Pope Barney permitted.

"You have my sword and my answer," Mon smiled.

Soon thereafter, Pope Barney and his priestly aides left Jerusalem on a shuttle back to Rome. While he could have easily remained, Pope Barney wanted to give Mon full authority over Jerusalem to see what he would do with it. At first, Mon did nothing as he reflected in the desert. David eventually found him in the middle of nowhere skipping rocks.

"One may stare into the light until one becomes the light," David said dryly.

Mon threw a stone toward a bush so fast that it ignited into fire. "There's your religion. One spark, a creosote bush," Mon mocked as the fire roared around the bush. "There's your Moses. I didn't hear it speak."

"That does not mean there is no God," David replied. "It is now your duty to defend the people of the city. Now, I go to pray."

"For what?" Mon asked skeptically.

"For the strength to endure what is to come," he said simply.

"Do not worry. I'll give the Arabs something they will never forget in a hundred years," Mon assured him.

David then left, walking off. Suddenly, a second bush roared in flames without a spark. Mon eyed the second bush in amazement, then turned back to David, but he was already gone. "What the fuck?" he wondered.

In Jerusalem, Mon made his first move. He sent a raiding party to capture Saladah's sister and kill her bodyguards. He then brought her to Jerusalem as a political hostage. There, Mon waited to see whether Saladah would end his ambitions or still attack the city. Predictably, Saladah sent messengers to Jerusalem to negotiate her release.

"Peace be with you," Mon said to the messengers as troops were in formations on both sides of his throne.

"And with your spirit," the messengers replied.

"Speak," Mon allowed.

"The sultan demands his sister be returned to him, the heads of those responsible for her kidnapping, and the surrender of Jerusalem," the messenger said boldly.

"Does he?" Mon smirked.

"What answer do you give to Saladah?" the messenger asked.

"No," Mon said simply.

"Well...okay then," the messenger said flatly and then left the hall.

Mon proceeded to evacuate the villagers into the city and then fired beams across the ground measuring every hundred meters. As the last were evacuated, Saladah's army approached numbering two hundred thousand. "They're here," Mon said pleased.

As Saladah's army swarmed the area, Mon addressed his troops and civilians in the city. "It has fallen to us to defend Jerusalem and we have made our preparations. This city has been taken many times by many different peoples. This city does not belong to you, it does not belong to them. It belongs to me to which I will not apologize for. What is Jerusalem? These holy places that exist here are a lightning rod for conflict. Yes, all of these holy places from many different faiths are all clustered here in this one place because God is a warrior God who seeks battle. For it is in war that our true selves are revealed. We defend this city to show God that we are worthy. We're not here to die for our faith. We're here to make sure the other poor dumb bastard on the other side of our walls dies for his faith!"

The people roared with enthusiastic applause. "Every man, woman, and child are to be enlisted into my army," Mon ordered.

That night, Saladah's army fired artillery shells into the city non-stop for hours. As men worked furiously to put out the fires and repair the walls, Mon did not return fire hoping to lure Saladah's army closer. The next morning, Saladah's army came a little closer to the city as predicted. Saladah's army fired artillery into the city once more and brought All Terrain Assault Transport walkers closer to the walls. These mechanical beasts walked on four legs, fired plasma beams from its head, and held a large, armored trunk filled with soldiers. The walkers were tall enough to get over the walls and deliver troops inside the city. Saladah had several of these AT-AT walkers and moved them forward at slow speed. The infantry moved at the same speed as the walkers, slowly approaching the walls.

Mon waited until the army reached 400 meters and then gave the order to fire. Jerusalem opened up on Saladah's army with intense artillery and rifle fire. The air became an intense exchange of plasma and artillery fire between them. The Jerusalem artillery scattered the front lines and damaged some of the walkers. Still, Saladah's army persisted forward. As the army reached 300 meters and then 150 meters, Mon adjusted artillery fire scoring massive casualties on Saladah's front lines. Saladah's infantry attempted to use energy shields and exchanged rifle fire back with little effectiveness.

A few of the AT-AT walkers managed to get to the wall and opened up. As soon as they did, the infantry troops were blasted with plasma fire and grenades. On the ground, Saladah's army attempted to breach the walls with breaching equipment. Fire grenades rained down upon them creating a firestorm. With the assault a total failure, Saladah withdrew his men from Jerusalem's walls.

That night, Saladah considered his epic defeat. "The one who defends is Prince Mon-El. We're all lucky to be alive. He's holding back, fighting at our level. That means we can still win."

The next day, Saladah's army came to the walls of Jerusalem. Mon allowed some of the attackers to actually get onto the walls so he could slaughter them with his sword. As for the AT-AT walkers, Mon fired cables around their legs and then continued to pull until the walkers fell over. Several AT-AT walkers fell this way crushing many of Saladah's troops below. Saladah watched in dismay as his walkers all toppled over.

That night, Mon burned the dead bodies in the city and then defended the weakest area of the wall. Saladah finally came to the conclusion that if he concentrated all fire on only one small section of the wall, it would eventually come down.

The next day, Saladah fired on that section of the wall. As he did, the shells began to weaken that section. Mon waited patiently with his men as the walls were inevitably going to collapse. "When this wall comes down, give them no quarter. We can break this army here so let them come. Let them come!" Mon said insanely.

Eventually, the wall did come down blasting pieces of debris inside the city. Saladah's army then swarmed the breach in a tight funnel. "Give them nothing! Take from them...everything!" Mon said to his men.

The two sides fired rifles at each other at close range and eventually devolved to hand-to-hand combat with blades. After a long brutal battle, the two sides reached a stalemate. That afternoon, Mon exited the city through the broken wall to speak with Saladah on the matters of terms.

"Will you yield the city?" Saladah asked directly.

"Before I lose it, I will burn it to the ground. All the holy places. Every last thing in Jerusalem that has any meaning to you," Mon threatened.

"You will destroy it? Really?" Saladah asked dismayed.

"Every stone," Mon assured him. "And every one of my men you kill, we'll take ten of yours. I will destroy your army here, and you will not raise another. This city will be the end of you.

"Your city is filled with women and children. If my army will die, so will your city," Saladah pointed out.

"I don't give a damn," Mon replied.

"I will give every papist soul safe conduct out of the city, the women, the children, the old, all of your soldiers, and your queen. No one will be harmed. I swear to God," Saladah promised.

"If I were you, I would butcher everyone to take this city," Mon smirked.

"I'm not like you," Saladah said annoyed. "I am Saladah."

"Then...under these terms...go fuck yourself," Mon said finally.

"You truly don't give a fuck about us, do you? You would have us fight it out to the bitter end, to the last men, and then destroy the entire city in a flash of light," Saladah realized.

"You know me so well," Mon smirked.

A sonic boom could be heard above them as Kara arrived. She landed on the ground with a thud that shook both armies. "What the fuck is going on here?" she demanded, completely outraged by all the bodies around them.

"He started it," Mon accused.

"Holy Prophetess, peace be upon you, we merely sought to take back our ancestral lands. You handed to us all the lands of Greece, Turkey, the Caucuses, Syria, and Israel as our jurisdiction," Salada said defensively.

"I remember making it clear that Jerusalem would be neutral United Nations' territory under my direct supervision," Kara said peeved.

"And yet, you allowed the pope and your Insane husband to take control of the city according to their whims, committing blasphemy, and throwing us out," Saladah pointed out.

"It will be dealt with as a matter of law, not warfare. What I do not give to you, you shall never take by force. No one goes to war without my permission!" Kara shouted at him and then incinerated him on the spot with heat vision beams. Kara then turned to Mon. "And you...," she said angrily.

"I'm not apologizing," Mon smirked.

"If violence is the only thing you understand, then violence is all you're going to get," Kara said and then punched him through the chest faster than he could react. Mon gasped and began to shudder as Kara took hold of his heart. Kara then tore her hand out of Mon's chest and let him fall to the ground dead at her feet. Immediately, she regretted her decision and took a knee next to Mon's body sobbing bitterly.

"No, Mon, I can't live without you. I'm sorry," she sobbed. Suddenly, Mon's body turned to smoke and disappeared. Kara stood back up and looked around. "What the fuck?" she wondered.

Just outside the city was a train of refugees consisting mainly of women, children, and the elderly who couldn't fight. Mon was with them escorting Sibylla to obscurity. Mon stopped as he sensed one of his clones had been killed by Kara. "What is it?" Sibylla asked concernedly.

"Kara has learned something new about me," Mon sighed.

"What is it?" Sibylla asked curiously.

"So long as conflict lives, I live. So long as conflict lives, I cannot die," Mon replied.

All across the globe were hundreds of Mon clones all with the same techniques but having only a fraction of his power. They were all involved in some kind of conflict whether it be an all-out war, blood feuds, gang violence, cartels, or petty crime. Wherever there was violence, Mon's clones were there. Only when one of these clones died, did their energy and knowledge return to the original. Only then did the original know what each of these clones was up to as each of them had an independent mind.

In Rome, Mon meditated under Pope Barney's supervision. This was the original Mon. As he meditated, more clones emerged from himself as ghost-like shadows before becoming physical and real. These clones then instantly teleported to places all over the globe. "As you can see, it is only when we have peace with ourselves that we can effectively wage war against others," Pope Barney said to him.

"Flowing through all, there is balance. There is no peace without a passion to create. There is no passion without peace to guide. Knowledge fades without the strength to act. Power blinds without the serenity to see. There is freedom in life. There is purpose in death. The Insane is in all things, and I am Insane. Such is the Kingdom of Heaven," Mon recited.

Author's Notes: It has been slightly challenging to write Mon-El's Saiyan-Jin character which is completely divorced from CW Mon-El and the comics. Is Mon completely sane but practicing his insanity to the best of his ability or is he just insane generally? And, at some point, an insane character becomes too predictable and when this happens, there is a measure of control that can be used. It is said that the greatest lie is one that is 99% true and so it is with Mon's insanity. Throughout these chapters, one may come to the overwhelming conclusion that it's pointless for humanity to fight against the Vindicator trio. But that's sort of the point that, at this point, humanity is suicidal and in search of meaning to their lives. So, not only are the Vindicator trio dealing with a violent headstrong humanity but one that is suicidal as well. The answer to these problems, therefore, cannot lie simply on the battlefield.