OUR FLAG STILL FLIES – War of Rebellion

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PART FOUR: DARK SORCERY AND ANCIENT ALCHEMISTS

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Warning for incest, demonic possession, transmutation (SNAKE DEMONESS,) gore and sex, manipulation tactics, BLACKMAIL…. THE LIST GOES ON.

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He didn't knock because Damian knew, the moaning was too much a siren sound as he pushed through with his ten-year-old frame.

This harem of dead and living, strangulation by python and by the lips of a true demon in woman's guise, the smoky incense that made his head spin every time she stayed within his mother's body…

How he wanted her dead…

There, upon a bed of finer fabrics lain a queen before her entranced subjects. The guards were her snack for today as a sip from the blood that coated her lips was drunken away with a stolen kiss.

"You'll be remembered, even in death…. beloved." She idly kicked the corpse of the guard she had sucked dry to the ground, his bones made of ash and paper as she chuckled and swooned, while the woman's…tail and body perversely devoured and crushed the bones of a second guard before she'd discarded of his frame as well.

"You've been divine, but what I need –

"OH." She blinked up, tanned flesh, toned body and hips as a serpent's tongue, her eyes as slits returned to her more human appeal.

"Mother, grandfather will scold you for spoiling supper –

"Ah, so you still think she, is I? Little Hafiz…. Damian…you. Come to your mother's bosom, my child…you do look so very troubled."

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She cradled her only worthy child around corpses as the dusted remains scattered in time. Her breath over his locks, hands carding through her son's dark ebony and whispering her beloved words of a mother's promise…that one day she would be freed of her grandfather and his vision, the demon eating away at her sins.

"Mother, why will you not go to him? To grandfather and tell him to….to let Wayne –

"Damian…my beautiful baby boy…. there is no need to worry about the one who betrayed us…. I won't allow him to perish. That is not our way. That is also, not for us to decide, anyhow." She cradled her son into her unabashed frame, barely in silks as he ignored it all, the smoke becoming a new comfort despite the demon inside his mother only sleeping until it tired of playing games. When the Demon's head first was uncovered within a cursed ruin his grandfather had unearthed from within his powerful sect, the Demon Lazarus had formed a pact with Ra's at that time. Those many decades that Ra's had lived; being from a pool donated by the demon lord - yet the price, was the possession of the man's first born. Talia, who now housed a demon of lust in belly for no one to know of, not until she'd devoured them all whole.

Damian thankfully held no such power; he was believed to be the son of she and the Dark Knight Lord Wayne. Yet the head of the Al – Ghul had clan once trained the knight and received him as a possible betrothed to Talia. Rather, the demon had decided that they must, but when Wayne had rejected the sorceress's hand…

She'd taken the foreign noble anyway, had borne her first son. Maybe more.

The only time she was good, was when after she had "eaten." She'd see to Damian's training and he'd be beaten to the mat. Not until there were no surviving opponents did, she allow him an ounce of rest or respect.

"Did you practice your martial arts with your grandfather today, my lovely?"

"Yes, mother…" The boy burrowed into her warm chest. "I stayed for some extra time….to learn only what I was to be taught, I'm the son of the demon's head." He sighed into he'd as she petted his scalp sweetly. "I will live until grandfather knows…. that this. All of it will forever one day, be mine."

"Your ambitious nature is as your grandfather only dreams, that you will soon have the strength to wage war upon our enemies. Together. Starting with…." She whispered down into his ear. A slither of her tongue making him go still as she teased the question her answers brought.

"The country of Bluddbechia and Wayne's Gotemiln as well…. they belong to the ones whom raised that barbaric Wilson up and your father… The true Court aides from the shadows as is allowed by the demon…Lazarus….my child…." Her claws dug in a little deeper, tickling his arm, legs bound by her tail as she cradled him as any mother might.

"As you wish, m- mother…." Damian clung to her tightly and felt his cheeks go red at the General's name. "That country will be to, the Al – Ghul legacy. As you say…."

Yet the question was; Wayne, if she had slept with the Dark Knight, was he truly so unworthy of their trust?...

His own…. father?

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Tapping the bars with his crooked cane, the knight was still among the living. Ra's smiled at his accomplishment. "The Robin Hood of Styr is no more." He recited from memory. This was his chance to break the hero's spirits. Just as Lord Lazarus had wanted.

"Your sons are sold to the highest bidders that will have them. Sorry too, that oddly they have no memory of one another…"

Bruce Wayne grunted as he tried to look past his blood splattered eye lids.

"Did Timothy visit? He's so very obedient, that one."

The knight flinched as Ra's taunted his family. "You…. knew about them…my sons…"

"I authorized the raid on Wayne Manor. Burning it to the ground was simply… a perk, by another student of mine." Ra's raised his cane as the bars moved and clicked aside, the gem atop it his key and what he hoped Wayne would remember from their time together.

"I won't marry Talia, Ra's." Bruce growled below his flesh and bone excuses. "She's not the same. You sold her off for your own sake…. she never –

"YOU still don't love her, but love isn't why. The Lord Lazarus bid me do his good work on this plane, Bruce…you must realize the delicate pledge of sorcerer clan as her mother's…. we cannot allow tainted blood to fuel another dynasty, and you!"

He came and dragged the man to see his fangs, all of them in the glint of the gem's light atop Ra's own staff. "She'll not take your heart, but the loins of those you'll bare to we…the Al – Ghul line! The General of Bluddbechia my old student, has come across a way to enhance his army, so too…have we of Nanda Parbat."

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The beeps of machinery had the room buzzing with currents and sounds too vivid, Richard's lip wobbled as he never moved his feet. Any clover, and he'd lose his one chance.

Just like this, where Wilson had blocked his escape routes.

"Find something of interest in my laboratory? She's quite a specimen for someone so…what would you call her. Docile? Wil –

"YOU." Robin moved with his fists clutched and ready to right any wrongs. "You put her in there…. let her go free! She won't have her strength, you'll kill her!"

"As I maybe should." Boomed the General, arms crossed over his chest and with a glower too deep to find its bottom, its core. "You swore to stay, and I maybe would abide by our contract and let free one if your allies. Now, it all comes down to one sacrifice; your dear Korina is not the only one still alive and in chains."

Robin rallied and found a stick from the wall as he grabbed onto it. The electrical charge was contained as the General dodged inhumane, almost as quick as the lightening in Richard's palm. "You'll have to be quick. My army is growing larger by the day. You won't stand a chance to stop it…. Not when you cling to the life of others." He shot out a blow with what his fists could jab, Robin wiping at his upper lip. "You'd kill them all, call it blackmailed then??? I'm a noble- even if Cobb knows about my past, you won't have it. Those are my memories!"

"Then, by decree of your future ruler…" Slade sauntered towards the tubes and wires, is hands twitching to cut Korina's cord and punish his prey. Not so. He still had work to do, starting with tying this match up quickly.

"Korina's life is as fragile as my rule, right now…. anything could topple the balance. You could always just…"

"Don't!" Robin begged as Slade pushed him to the floor with one blow. Robin held his ribs and groaned, Slade's palms over the glass keeping Korina in a state of forever sleep and calm suspension. "Let her go…. I beg of…. you…please…"

"You tried to kill an immortal, boy." Slade sniffed and watched as the kid did something unbecoming of a noble fashion, he knelt low and begged for her. For that foreign princess from the stars.

"If she lives, then you will stay. You will stay and become my soldier, mine to command."

Robin lowered his eyes to the floor, head to the stone as he shook, both furious and lost on how to fight an…immortal? Was it a bluff?...

"Y…you…. you….c-c-can't be!" Robin panted. His breathes were puffing out too quickly hold in and let out, his head fuzzier than he'd remembered as the fear took hold, sweat down his neck freshly set to a trickling.

Slade stood above him as Richard finally conceded. Korina had to be saved, just not…not yet, which ripped him dearly apart into so many bits…

~ If she lives, then you will stay. You will stay and become my soldier, mine to command. ~

His ears rang as the world went dark, even as the light breached his skin upon finding their way to the kitchen again.

~ You will stay and become my soldier, mine to command. ~

Robin moved away from the cooks with hands over their lips, or the servant staff as he was led in cuffs back to the quarters of the General.

~ Mine to command. ~

Robin hung his head as a hand felt his sweaty locks, hanging them up to breath hot musk into his clouded and tears blue orbs.

"There will be no escape from my territory. Welcome to your new stronghold, as my latest….work in progress."

~ Mine to command. ~

"R …. ravagers…. me...why?"

Slade set the boy back to the post as he was forced to watch the General change his attire, his eyes still on the squirming noble son.

"Because Cobb cannot have you, and I want a capable strategist that can enslave the rest of the rebel alliance as I will it –

"Never-!" Robin barked is his binds by the bed. "I won't let you take away my family…their freedoms…. I won't sit here…. you'll see." The boy promised darkly as Slade removed his belt, the buckle not what terrified the boy as Slade had said he would never…

"If I demote you further, if you won't become my right hand, I'll forsake that promise to take you. I'll ravage you and turn you into what is mine…. you won't EVER run from me." He hissed; the boy's body crushed up into the headboard as he was forced to wait. To dread his own…undoing.

"Become what I ask, where and whenever I command you to come, boy….and you'll keep your virgin self for her one day." He pulled away, to still the lamp down and to lock the doors up. Windows all bolted up, as his little soldier needed a long time out to think things over.

By morning, there would hopefully be nothing left to talk about.

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Did not go that far but it gets worse! Read on and find out!