Nanda Parbat, nestled high in the Himalayas, was a place that seemed to defy the very laws of nature. As Billy set foot on its sacred grounds, he couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the awe-inspiring beauty and mystique that surrounded him.
The air was crisp and pure, carrying with it the invigorating scent of wildflowers. Every breath he took felt like a sip of life-giving elixir, as if the very atmosphere held secrets of vitality. The distant sound of rushing water, emanating from a pristine river winding through the valley, added a soothing undertone to the environment.
Around him, the landscape unfolded like an artist's masterpiece. Towering peaks, their snow-capped summits touching the heavens, stood sentinel over the lush, green valleys below. These mountains seemed to cradle Nanda Parbat in their protective embrace, as if guarding the sanctity of the place.
The monastery itself, a magnificent architectural wonder, was perched on the slopes of one of the smaller peaks. Its design harmonized with the natural surroundings, blending seamlessly with the landscape. Ornate carvings adorned its facades, depicting intricate scenes from ancient legends and myths.
Billy marveled at the vibrant colors that adorned the monastery's structures. Rich reds, emerald-green, and shimmering golds contrasted beautifully with the serene white of the snow-capped mountains. The buildings seemed to radiate an otherworldly energy, as if infused with the essence of centuries-old wisdom.
As he ventured deeper into the heart of Nanda Parbat, Billy noticed the gentle rustling of prayer flags, their colorful streamers carrying blessings in the wind. They fluttered in the breeze, adding an ethereal quality to the landscape. Each flag was a testament to the spiritual devotion of the people who called this place home.
The people of Nanda Parbat moved gracefully through the valley, their dark clothing a striking contrast against the natural backdrop. Billy could sense the strong sense of community and unity that bound these individuals together.
But what truly captivated Billy's heart were the gardens. Nanda Parbat was a sanctuary of botanical wonder, with meticulously tended gardens showcasing a riot of colors and fragrances. Exotic flowers from around the world thrived here, their petals glistening with dewdrops. He marveled at the artistry of the gardeners who had sculpted this paradise.
"That was my first reaction of this place as well," Jason chuckled, when he noticed how affected Billy was by the beauty of Nanda Parbat. "Once my mind was healed and I had realized where I was, it left me wondering how a place that trained so many people to kill could be filled with so much life. It was almost as if life was breathed back into us." Jason hummed with a thoughtful expression. "Maybe that was why so many shadows remained here, even if it meant being under the tyranny of Ra's al Ghul."
Before Billy could even reply, Damian was rushing past through them and throwing himself into the arms of the most beautiful woman Billy had ever laid his eyes upon. "Umi!"
"Oh, my prince, I've missed you so much," the woman, Talia al Ghul, wrapped her arms around Damian and held him close to her chest. "Has your akhi been taking good care of you?"
"The very best!" Damian beamed at her.
Even after a couple of years outside of the control of Ra's, Damian still behaved more maturely than his age. The only times he allowed himself to drop his shields were around the Kents, his brothers, and his mother. And it was such a beautiful sight! Damian's smile could light up a room. Just like his father, his mere presence could command the attention of everyone.
Talia smiled fondly at her son, caressing his cheeks gently. "I am so glad to hear that." She looked up, her gaze soft as she looked at her other two sons. Who would have thought that she, Talia al Ghul, would one day become the mother of three? "Jason, abni, come here."
"Umi," Jason smiled, stepping closer to allow her to embrace him as well, as Damian went to greet his aunt, Nyssa al Ghul. "I've heard from my squad about your success but seeing you safe and sound is a balm to my heart."
"Did you ever doubt our success?" Talia teased her son, holding his face between her hands gently. "Who trained you, my boy?"
"You did," Jason chuckled. "And no, I never doubted you kicking that bastard's ass. But I still worry, I am your son after all."
Talia's heart ached with so much love as she heard him refer to himself as her son. "That you are," she agreed warmly, before turning to the boy who was fidgeting nervously in the back. "But you are not the only one. Why don't you introduce me to my newest son?"
"Billy, stop acting all scared and get here!" Jason scoffed, waving him close. "This is your umi, she won't bite… much."
"Don't tease the poor boy," Talia chastised her oldest son, but chuckled as Billy's eyes widened in panic. She smiled encouragingly when Billy began marching towards her, all tense and robotic. "Hello there, sweet thing. I am Talia al Ghul, your new mother."
Billy gathered all the courage of Achilles he could and held out his hand in greeting. "H-hello, I a-am B-Billy H-Head. Nicetomeetyou!"
"The pleasure is all mine," Talia laughed, bringing Billy into a warm hug.
One which Billy practically melted into. Talia's hug was all warm, pleasant, and smelt like jasmine flowers. It made Billy feel all safe and… at home. Just like Billly's mom's hugs used to. How long has it been since Billly had been hugged by his mom? The thought of it brought the poor boy close to tears.
"Shh, let it all out," Talia patted his back encouragingly, as Billy sobbed in her chest.
Jason sighed and left the duo; they deserved some privacy after all. He headed towards his aunt Nyssa, who was attentively listening to Damian recount his time in Fawcett City. "Hi, halto. How has it been?"
"Busy like always," Nyssa smirked at her nephew. "With taking over and then been regaled as the General of our Forces, there has not been a moment stop."
"Well, there's no one better at the job than you," Jason praised her honestly. While Talia was a natural born political leader, Nyssa exceeded in leading troops to victory. "Why don't we get going, umi and Billy will take a while. Apparations make travels quick and easy, but it's been a while since I've been in Nanda Parbat, and I have missed my room here."
"Come," Nyssa chuckled, guiding them, not that the boys needed it, to their chambers in the al Ghul family wing of the headquarters of the League of Shadows.
Jason's smirk was wide and happy when he opened the door of his chamber. Jason's room in Nanda Parbat was a testament to his vibrant and passionate personality. The dominant color theme is a deep, rich red that exudes warmth and intensity. The walls are adorned with tapestries featuring intricate designs inspired by Eastern cultures, depicting fierce warriors in battle and majestic birds in flight. Red silk curtains hang at the windows, allowing a soft, filtered light to permeate the room during the day.
The focal point of the room is a massive four-poster bed with crimson silk sheets and an intricately carved headboard. On the nightstand beside the bed, there's a picture frame containing a photo of Jason with Damian, Nyssa, and Talia, a picture that will soon need to be updated now that Billy is part of their little family.
The room also features a cozy reading nook with plush red armchairs and a small library filled with books ranging from ancient scrolls to modern novels. A Persian rug covers the polished wooden floor, adding an extra layer of warmth to the space. The walls are adorned with various weapons from different cultures, showcasing Jason's expertise in combat.
Jason put down his bags, running his fingers carefully through the various titles in his small library. He remembered the many evenings he had spent there, reading to himself in peaceful silence or reading Damian a bed night story. It was the only time during his early years with the al Ghuls where his mind was quiet, and the Pit Madness was almost nonexistent.
With a sigh of relief, Jason left his chambers and headed towards Damian's. Damian's room reflected his connection to nature. The predominant color scheme is various shades of green, evoking the tranquility of lush forests. The walls are adorned with murals depicting serene bamboo groves and serene landscapes.
The centerpiece of Damian's room is a traditional Japanese futon placed on a tatami mat, creating a minimalist and serene sleeping area. The futon is adorned with green silk bedding, and a bonsai tree sits on a small wooden table beside it.
One wall is dedicated to a meticulously arranged collection of katana swords and shurikens. The room also boasts a small meditation corner with a cushion and incense burners, where Damian can focus his mind and reflect on his training.
"How is it going demon spawn?" Jason teased his little brother, who had clearly gone straight to the meditation corner. Jason took a deep breath, allowing the sandalwood incense to calm his nerves. Jason chuckled when he found no response from Damian, who was in a meditation pose and his breathing was steady. "Take your time, brat."
Jason left the chambers with a fond chuckle and headed towards the newly decorated chamber. Jason stopped outside of it, a sense of nostalgia and sadness filling him. This chamber used to be Mara's, sweet, poor, unfortunate Mara, who had died too soon. However, now it was Billy's.
With a deep breath, Jason finally gathered the courage he needed and opened the door.
Talia and Nyssa had decorated Billy's room perfectly. It embodied purity, innocence, and the sense of wonder that comes with youth. The predominant colors are soft whites and delicate golden accents, creating an atmosphere of enchantment. White marble floors and walls adorned with intricate golden patterns create a sense of grandeur.
The focal point of the room is a luxurious canopy bed with white silk draperies that cascade gracefully to the floor. The bed is adorned with golden pillows and a plush duvet that invites restful sleep.
Large windows allow natural light to fill the room, casting a warm and inviting glow. Billy's room also featured a play area filled with a game station and colorful decorations. A golden chandelier with delicate crystals hangs from the ceiling, adding a touch of elegance to the room.
Overall, each room in Nanda Parbat is carefully curated to suit the individual personalities and preferences of Jason, Damian, and Billy, providing them with a sense of comfort and belonging in this tranquil and mysterious sanctuary.
Jason's eyes fell on Talia's form, who was cuddling Billy on the canopy bed. The poor boy was clearly exhausted, as he cuddled against his mom, eyes puffy and red. Not wanting to intrude Jason slowly backed away from the chamber and silently closed the door behind him.
If he had been trained any less than he had been, Jason would have jumped by the sudden appearance of Nyssa behind him. His aunt smiled proudly at Jason; it was not easy to catch her presence when she was being sneaky.
"Want to help me prepare dinner?" Nyssa offered.
She was not as close to his nephews as she used to be with her niece. After all, the boys had Talia, while Mara did not have anyone. Dusan having died long ago, leaving Mara as an orphan. Which was when Nyssa had stepped up and raised Mara as her own.
Not that it had saved poor Mara from her fate.
"I would love to," Jason smiled gently.
He knew what his aunt was trying to do. He had never blamed her for not trying hard enough with them. If anything, he was grateful that someone had taken care of Mara while she was still alive. Talia's priority had always been Damian and later Jason joined that rank, leaving her with no space for anyone else. Not when Ra's was still around, and she had to protect her boys.
However, now that Ra's was dead… and so was Mara, Nyssa wanted to try and get to know her nephews more. Especially, with the big hole in her heart that Mara left behind. And Jason was all for it.
"You can always count on me when it comes to cooking. Alfie taught me all he knows, and he is the best chef out there. Never allow anyone to tell you the opposite."
The al Ghul family dinner took place in the heart of their Nanda Parbat residence, within the inviting family room. This space was a harmonious blend of rich Arabian aesthetics, predominantly adorned in the al Ghul family's signature colors of emerald green and opulent gold.
The room featured low-slung, emerald-green sofas and plush cushions, forming a circular seating arrangement. Each seat was meticulously adorned with embroidered golden throw pillows, creating an ambiance that was both cozy and stylish. The room's soft lighting, provided by ornate brass lanterns hanging from the ceiling, cast intricate patterns of light and shadow on the walls, enhancing the intimate atmosphere.
At the center of the circle, an intricately carved wooden coffee table stood as the dining surface. Resting atop this table was a brass tray, artfully arranged with an assortment of aromatic Middle Eastern dishes. Plates of succulent lamb kebabs, fragrant couscous, crispy falafel, and savory hummus were presented with care. Delicate glasses of Arak, an anise-flavored spirit, glistened in the soft ambient light.
The room's walls featured Arabic calligraphy and Middle Eastern artworks, celebrating the al Ghul family's cultural heritage. An indoor garden of exotic plants added a touch of natural beauty to the setting, further enhancing the room's authenticity.
"I have an upcoming art show in the Fawcett Art Institute!" Damian raved excitedly. "I hope you two can come as well! I am donating all my earnings to the animal shelter I've been volunteering at. Is not like I have any need for the money."
"We would love to," Nyssa responded. She was very happy for her nephew, but also sad because it reminded her that Mara was not there to enjoy it with them. That Mara would never get a chance to be a normal kid. "We will make sure to clear up our schedule for that date. I can't wait to see how much you've advanced in your art training. You were already so good two years ago."
"What about you William?" Talia turned to her newest son. "Have you been enjoying your time in Fawcett City?"
"Well, it has always been my home," Billy shrugged. "Though, now that I have a family again, I am having a better time. Something I am proud about, though, is that I have finally caught up to Dami when it comes to education!" Billy's expression lights up. "While I still lack in the areas of languages and martial arts, I am quite proud of myself. However, I did cheat a little bit." Billy chuckled bashfully. "Solomon and Achilles have been guiding me a lot. Though, now that I have caught up to Dami they promised to stop doing that and allow mee to progress naturally."
"No need to be embarrassed about it," Jason assured him. "We all have our own natural or supernatural advantages." He smiled at Billy, before turning to his mother and aunt. "As for me, I have finished the movie script and have already handed it to the producers dealing with his book in Warner Bros. I also have started with the script for the miniseries, but as I have time with that, as the show was not set to be filmed in a year, I decided to go slow and focus more on my upcoming book. Esperanza has been quite persistent!" Jason huffed, smirking mysteriously when Nyssa asked him about his new book. "I want this to be a surprise for everyone. So, I am keeping a tight lid on it."
"Such a drama queen," Talia teased, making her son blush and everyone laugh.
The family members continued to savor the delectable dishes and shared stories, laughter, and memories. However, it was only when the kids left for their chambers for the night that the serious topics came into the conversation.
"We can finally rest after almost two years of ongoing wars," Nyssa commented, lounging on the sofa, as she took a sip from her Arak. "Father's faction has been dealt with and we finally pushed back Wilson's forces from our territory."
"I still can't believe Deathstroke tried to breach into the League of Shadow's territory," Jason shook his head from his plush cushion. "How you two dealt with it so soon after your war against the Counsil of Spider, I have no idea. I thought I knew how incredible you two were, but you two keep on amazing me every day."
Talia smiled warmly at her son from a plush cushion across him. "We are in a stable position right now, but it was not without our losses." Talia's smile slipped to the memory of all the shadows they'd lost. "My good friend Lady Shiva is now gone."
"I never thought I would see the day that someone would be able to bring down Lady Shiva," Jason sighed in disbelief. "I still remember my sword lessons with her… she was a brutal legend. An invincible brutal legend."
"No one is ever invincible, you better remember that nephew," Nyssa corrected him sternly. "Though, I agree with you. Only three wars and incredibly strong opponents were able to take her down. A truly living legend."
"Shiva was the only reason we were able to take down father, though she ended up extremely injured after our war against his faction," Talia explained to her son, sadness tinting her tone. "Injuries that never got to heal as the Counsil of Spiders attacked, taking advantage of us scrambling to regroup after out takeover." Talia smirked viciously, all teeth and bloodthirst. "Not that those fools of the Counsil of Spiders were able to do much against her. She survived them and slaughtered their main forces."
"One thing I should thank them for, though, was dealing with Cain," Nyssa smirked with satisfaction. "I was already planning on dealing with one of father's favorite pets, but those spiders decided to save me the effort."
"Do not speak like that, akhti. David Cain was on our side during both wars, his death should be respected as much as any other ally of ours that fell that day." Talia scolded her but did not sound that mad. If anything, she sounded as pleased as Nyssa. By the shared smirks, it was clear that neither al Ghul sister liked or respected the assassin. Talia turned back to her son and continued her tale. "It was only when Wilson attacked us that the wars started to show their weight on Shiva. She fought valiantly and felled Wilson, but he took her down with him."
"I'm sorry for your loss, umi, halto," Jason bowed in respect for his fallen teacher and his family's friend.
"Do not be," Nyssa shook her head. "Lady Shiva got a warrior's end, as she had always wished for. Dying at her peak and living on as a martial arts legend. There could be no greater life and death for our friend."
"We've lost important figures, but we have new ones, and we continue to stand strong," Talia straightened up in pride. "Not to mention, two of our biggest rivals are down and we now have total control of the League of Shadows."
"All while you were safe and hidden," Nyssa continued for her sister with a small smile. "No more children will suffer in Nanda Parbat. No more anyone with the al Ghul blood will suffer… at least not by other al Ghuls."
"We've lost a lot," Talia's look was faraway. "But at the end, it was all worth it."
Jason had to look down at his Arak glass, not being able to handle the pressure of their stares. Stares filled with loss, wisdom, and sacrifice. He said nothing in return for their words. What could he even say? After all they've lost and sacrificed, words would only fall short. So, he stayed silent, nursing his drink, until they all parted ways for the night. Once Jason was in the sanctuary of his chamber, he allowed himself to break down. He allowed himself to mourn every loss the shadows suffered, for every sacrifice his mother and aunt had to make.
In the heart of Nanda Parbat, the main training yard sprawled beneath the open sky, surrounded by the majestic peaks of the Himalayas. The training grounds were meticulously maintained and designed to hone the skills of those who sought to excel in combat.
On one side of the vast training yard, Damian Head, the young heir of the al Ghul legacy, was engaged in an elegant and precise display of swordsmanship. He moved with the grace and fluidity of a seasoned warrior, his katana slicing through the air with precision. His every movement was a testament to years of rigorous training and innate talent. The rhythmic clashing of Damian's blade against invisible adversaries echoed through the tranquil valley, a symphony of skill and determination.
Across the training yard, Billy Head was in deep concentration, his form mirroring the swift and dynamic movements of the morning star flail he wielded. The weapon, a spiked steel ball attached to a chain, responded effortlessly to his control, twirling and striking with a graceful ferocity. The morning sun cast a warm glow on Billy's determined face as he practiced intricate maneuvers, a testament to his dedication to mastering this unique weapon.
Watching over the young trainees, Jason's ex-squad members stood as silent sentinels, their eyes keenly focused on every detail of Damian and Billy's training. Their years of experience were evident in the way they analyzed each move, offering subtle guidance and corrections when necessary.
"Damian has gotten better," Talia hummed with pride, as she, Nyssa, and Jason observed from one of the balconies that faced the training yard. "Also, I was not expecting sweet William to be so compatible with the morning star flail."
"Well, we tried many weapons but that seemed to be the one that suited Billy the most," Jason shrugged. "Also, firearms might be my specialty, but I do need an adequate base in swordsmanship to wield the All-Sword correctly," Jason chuckled. "I did my best to train him, but now that the league is stable and you do not need all your field experts battling, I would like to request a Sword Master to be sent to Nanda Parbat. Damian is a natural when it comes to the sword, and he has already exceeded my level of mastery."
"How do you call yourself a firearm expert? Nowadays you barely use your guns, focusing more on the use of the All-Sword and your magic," Nyssa raised an eyebrow.
Jason turned to his aunt and crossed his arms over his chest in defiance. "It is not my fault that the All Caste is lacking in numbers after the war against The Untitled and has been sending me to many exorcisms mission, both spiritual and for cursed objects. Not to mention, you two have me apparating all over the world eradicating Lazarus Pits."
"That we have," Talia hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe we should send you to a mission where you will need to use your martial arts and guns rather than your magic. I am sure your squad would love to reunite for one more mission."
Jason's smirk was wide and bloodthirsty. A smirk he had only learned when he became an al Ghul. The viciousness he learned on the streets of Gotham City. "You know me. I am always ready for some good old violence."
"My vicious, little lion," Talia smirked at her son, pride shining in her eyes.
"If anything, I am stag," Jason corrected. "You still haven't answered me, can you spare a Sword Master?"
"I can… but I have a better suggestion," Talia replied. "With father and Shive dead, Nyssa and I are the best Sword Masters the League of Shadows possess. Outside of the league, with Wilson dead, Katana now has the best swordsmanship. Other than us, she outshines any other Sword Master in the league."
"We are busy and can't train Damian, but Katana owes us a favor and won't mind teaching him. Especially, after we assure her about the league's new direction and the fact that we have no desire of indoctrinating children to kill." Nyssa explained.
"Good," Jason nodded firmly. "I've been teaching Dami that swords are not meant to kill but to protect those who cannot."
"I'm glad," Talia's smile turned soft and proud. Oh, how proud she had been feeling lately. "Jason, we have something to tell you. Something very important."
Jason tensed under his mother and aunt's serious gazes. He straightened up and frowned at them. "What is wrong? I thought we were out of danger?"
"We are," Nyssa assured him. "However, with the many changes we have been planning for the league, the headquarters position is one of them."
Jason froze, eyes widening in shock at the words he was hearing. He could not believe it. This was not happening. "You are leaving Nanda Parbat?!"
"You must understand, that while we are so happy that Nanda Parbat is filled with more happy memories than sad ones for all of you… for us is mostly filled with blood, tears, and sacrifices," Talia sighed, lowering her eyes in solemnity. "If we want to guide the league into a new direction, a good direction, we need to start from scratch. Leave all these memories behind and start anew."
"Where would you be moving to?" Jason inquired warily, more relaxed now that he understood their reasoning- though, he still did not like it very much. Nanda Parbat was his home, the place he had found himself again and built his new family.
"We will be moving to the headquarters to Infinity Island," Nyssa answered.
Jason eyes widened in disbelief. "Wait! That would mean that you guys are planning on…."
"Yes, we are planning on going against our grandmother, Mother Soul, and the main Lazarus Pit," Talia confirmed with solemnity. She held her son's gaze and never looked away as she continued. "Would you join us? We are planning on leaving most of our forces to protect Damian and William in Nanda Parbat, while taking a select team with us to Infinity Island."
Minutes of silence stretched in, as Talia and Nyssa waited for Jason's answer. Until…
"So, it seems that my squad and I will be getting the mission after all," Jason finally replied, his smirk was all teeth and viciousness.
The fight for Infinity Island was an epic showdown that had it all. On one side, you had Talia al Ghul and Nyssa al Ghul, the fierce sister duo. And on the other side, there was their wicked grandmother, the Mother of Soul, who was all about dark magic and sinister power.
The whole thing kicked off with a whole lot of spell-slinging and martial arts moves. It was like a magical dance-off, and the fate of Infinity Island hung in the balance. The Mother of Soul, wrapped in an eerie aura, fired off some seriously dark magic stuff at the al Ghuls. But Talia and Nyssa weren't having any of it. They moved like graceful ninjas, combining their martial arts skills with the mystical protection on their gear given to them by Jason. Runes decorated their garbs, weaving protection and enhancing spells over the sister duo.
The backdrop for this epic clash was the island itself, and it was stunning. Ancient trees with roots that looked like they'd seen it all surrounded the battleground. You could practically feel the tension in the air. Exotic flowers added to the otherworldly vibe of the place, along with the faint scent of fire and blood.
Talia and Nyssa were a force to be reckoned with. They attacked like a perfectly synchronized duo. But the Mother of Soul wasn't backing down. She hurled some seriously wicked spells that twisted reality itself. Shields shattered, and the ground felt like it was having a seismic fit under all that magical pressure.
The clash of weapons echoed through the island. Talia's sword and Nyssa's sais met the Mother of Soul's ethereal scythe, creating sparks that could blind you. It was like a showdown from an ancient legend, with the combatants moving in ways that defied the laws of physics. The island itself seemed to be on their side.
As the battle raged on, you could practically taste the malevolence coming from the Mother of Soul. She conjured shadows that turned into creepy shapes trying to freak out her opponents. But Talia and Nyssa weren't backing down. Their sisterly bond and their duty to the League of Shadows kept them going strong.
The climax of the battle was like something out of a fantasy movie. Talia and Nyssa were finally able to pierce through Mother of Soul's shields and stab her with their weapons. The wicked lady writhed in pain as Nyssa's sais stabbed her through the gut. The ground itself shook as Mother of Sould cried out in pain. It gave Talia the perfect opportunity to execute her with a clean swing of her sword against Mother of Soul's neck.
There was a moment of silence as Mother of Soul's head rolled down the ground. The sisters observed as they lost yet another family member, once more by their own hands.
"It is done," Talia murmured, her eyes never leaving the decapitated head of her grandmother.
"Almost," Nyssa corrected her with a frown. "Lord Death Man and the Lazarus Pit remain."
"No need to worry about that, Jason and his squad will deal with it," Talia waved her worries away. "If anything, we need to figure out what we will do with Lord Death Man's young ward. Flatline is but a child… she has the same age of my prince."
"About that, I have an idea," Nyssa smiled at her sister.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the island, Jason's old squad, a bunch of well-trained warriors, were on a mission to take down Lord Death Man. Jason himself had his hands full with eradicating a Lazarus Pit on the island.
Lord Death Man, dressed up all sinister with a bunch of skull-themed stuff, was a real pain to deal with. He had this knack for surviving even the gnarliest situations, all thanks to those Lazarus Pits he was tight with.
The island itself was no picnic either. It was all jungles and tricky traps that Lord Death Man had set up. Wires strung up between trees, hidden holes just waiting to swallow someone whole, and plants that could poison you just by looking at them.
But Jason's squad? They were pros. They moved like a well-oiled machine, trained and led by Jason himself. They had to deal with Lord Death Man's fanatical followers, dressed up in some seriously creepy costumes. Crossbows and throwing knives were flying all over the place, but the squad handled it like it was just another day at the office.
Then there was the man of the hour, Lord Death Man himself. He showed up with his eerie laughter, his moves practically dancing through the jungle. He even had this fancy staff with a skull on it – real classy.
The battle was a constant back-and-forth, with each member of the squad taking their shots at Lord Death Man. His freaky regenerative powers made him a real headache. But they figured out his weak spots and went to town on him.
Jason, in the middle of his Lazarus Pit cleanup operation, felt a connection to the battle. He knew his squad was up against a serious foe, but that just made him more determined to get rid of that Lazarus Pit once and for all.
The battle was like something out of a crazy action movie. You had these warriors going up against a guy who just wouldn't die. But in the end, it was the squad's teamwork, their determination, and their skill that won the day. The moment Lord Death Man connection to the Lazarus Pit was severed by its eradication, he hit the ground like a sack of potatoes.
A blade to the gut, a shuriken to the chest, a bullet to the head, and a spear through the heart. One would think they were going overboard but try to battle a man that would not die for hours and not get frustrated.
The squad emerged from the jungle, battered but victorious. Along their path, corpses off Lord Death Man's followers laid on the ground, with bullet holes decorating their bodies. It made Arianne smirk underneath her mask. "Well, it seems that Red Ghoul had his fun. He was furious when he was given the job of dealing with the Lazarus Pits, again. Magic knows he has missed using his guns. At least, he got to vent against them."
"Less chit-chat and more moving!" Jason, in his Red Ghoul regalia, appeared before them. "We need to regroup with our Lady Head of the Shadows and the General. Let's get going!"
Damian found himself surprisingly at ease on Infinity Island. The lush, mystical environment seemed to resonate with him. One of the unexpected highlights of Damian's stay on the island was his newfound friendship with Nika, also known as Flatline. Nyssa, his formidable aunt, had taken Nika under her wing following the demise of her former boss/guardian, Lord Death Man. Damian had observed the profound impact Mara's passing had on Nyssa, as she had played a significant role in raising his cousin. Nika's presence offered a glimmer of hope and a chance for Nyssa to heal from the loss.
Damian admired Nika's resilience and independent spirit. She carried herself with a sense of confidence and a hint of mystery, characteristics that piqued Damian's curiosity. Despite the somber circumstances that had brought them together, Damian was glad to have a cousin once more. Damian had not only come to view Nika as not only a friend but also a kindred spirit, someone who understood the complexities of their shared world.
Meanwhile, Billy was utterly astounded by the ancient magic that permeated every corner of Infinity Island. From the moment he set foot on the mystical land, he could sense the profound power that lingered in the air, like a whisper from a forgotten era.
The island itself seemed to be a living testament to centuries of enchantment. Towering trees with gnarled roots reached towards the sky, their branches forming intricate patterns that resembled the mystic symbols of old. These ancient arboreal sentinels exuded an aura of wisdom and ancient knowledge, as if they held the secrets within their age-old rings.
As Billy explored the island's depths, he couldn't help but notice the vibrant array of exotic flora that thrived in this mystical realm. Each flower and plant seemed to possess a unique, ethereal quality, their colors more vivid and their fragrances more intoxicating than any he had encountered before. The very ground beneath his feet pulsed with life, as if the island itself were a living, breathing entity.
The air was filled with a sense of serenity and tranquility. It was as if the island existed in a realm outside of time, untouched by the modern world's turmoil. The gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze and the distant sound of flowing water created a symphony of nature that seemed to soothe the soul.
The island's magical ambiance was not limited to its natural surroundings. Billy soon discovered that even the architecture and structures on Infinity Island held a sense of ancient wonder. Intricately carved stone pillars adorned with mystic symbols stood as guardians at the entrances of sacred temples and chambers. The walls of these structures were adorned with vivid frescoes that depicted mythical creatures and heroic tales from ages past.
Perhaps most intriguing to Billy was the island's underground labyrinth. These winding tunnels, illuminated by the soft glow of mystical crystals, seemed to lead to hidden chambers and forgotten relics.
As Billy delved deeper into the heart of the island, he couldn't help but be humbled by the magnitude of the ancient magic that surrounded him. It felt so similar, yet so unlike, the Rock of Eternity. While the Rock of Eternity's magical presence felt pure and raw, here on Infinity Island it felt black and heavily influenced by both nature and people. So different yet so alike at the same time.
"I'm glad that those two are having fun at least," Jason chuckled, as he observed his little brothers having fun. "They get to be carefree, while the adults have to do all the work."
"It's good that they feel at home here," Talia replied. She had her own smile as she observed her sister's happiness, as Nyssa tended to her new daughter Nika. "It will be their new home."
"Talking about homes…" Jason turned to her hesitantly, before finding the courage to say what he wanted. "As you well know, after the war against the Hunters the magical community dealt with heavy losses, but none of them heavier than the witches and warlocks. Even though we have recovered some of our numbers with time, we no longer have the numbers to create magical ministries all over the world, as we used to. If anything, we live now forming part of Magical Councils, where each magical being species get their own representation in every given country."
Jason sighed, turning to look at his little brother with a frown. "I don't think our numbers will grow to what we used to be any time soon, not until centuries pass for sure. However, what we do have is enough young witches and warlocks to open schools for."
"If I am not wrong, three magical schools survived the purges," Talia frowned thoughtfully. "The Durmstrang Institute, Uagadou School of Magic, and Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"You are right, one magical school for Europe, one for Africa, and another one for the Americas." Jason nodded. "Asia needs one," Talia's eyes widened in realization, she knew where her son was going to with this. "Nanda Parbat has old magic we could use to raise very potent wards to keep anyone but magical beings from finding the place."
"A school in Nanda Parbat," Talia hummed, tilting her head. "A place that teaches and protects children… that will be a good use for our old headquarters. It will sure make father roll in his grave."
"I thought you cremated him?" Jason chuckled, amused and relieved at the same time.
"It's the sentiment that counts," Talia replied cheekily. "Now there will be a school for every continent but Australia."
"That is because Australia has the only magical university in the world, for that reason they do not have formative magical education. It's to balance things out," Jason explained. "The Wollongong University, it's located in a coastal city in the state of New South Wales in Australia."
"Why Australia? And why have we not been made aware of this? I would have believed that father would have information on a magical university," Talia turned to her son in shock.
"That is because the continent is made from magical beings, like warlocks, witches, sorcerers, werewolves, faes, vampires, etc. Even squibs live there, but there are no normal humans." Jason shrugged, oblivious to his mother's disbelief. It was old news for Jason, something that anyone in the magical community has been made aware of. "Anyone magical, especially those who are long-lived, go to Australia to get muggle identities. They do not have a Ministry of Magic, but they have a Magical Council where each species has a representative. Why do you think that people are always saying that Australia is out to kill you? That is because it is, they have the first and largest magical beasts preserve in the world, which is why it is so dangerous for humans to live in."
"You always keep on surprising me, abni," Talia chuckled, shelving this information for another day to panic. "Now let's discuss your plans about this school of your."
The transformation of the League of Shadows' former headquarters into the Nanda Parbat Academy was a feat of both ancient mysticism and modern magical expertise. Aided by the All-Caste, Jason began to create a sanctuary for the children of Asi and their magical education.
The building, which had once been a secretive and foreboding fortress, underwent a profound metamorphosis. With the aid of the All-Caste's knowledge and magical prowess, enchanted stone and mystical symbols adorned the exterior, radiating an aura of protection and mystique.
Powerful wards were raised around the academy, rivaling the legendary defenses of Hogwarts before the fall of said ancient school. The intricate patterns of the wards pulsed with magical energy, serving as a shield against malevolent forces and prying eyes, ensuring that the secrets and knowledge within remained safeguarded.
Within the academy, classrooms were equipped with state-of-the-art magical tools and instructional materials. Each room bore the influence of the All-Caste's teachings, with tapestries and scrolls adorning the walls, reminding students of the lineage from which they drew their knowledge.
The heart of the academy lay in its tranquil courtyard, a place of meditation and reflection. Ancient trees with gnarled branches provided shade, while exotic flora bloomed in a riot of colors. At the center of the courtyard stood a magnificent Bodhi tree, a symbol of enlightenment and wisdom. It was beneath the shade of this sacred tree that Jason hoped students would find solace and inspiration.
When the topic of who would be the new Dean of the academy came up, Jasson had refused citing that he was too busy with his job as a professor, raising up Damian and Billy, and being a writer. So, Jason called upon an old friend of Ducra, Madame Xanadu, and with the aid of his ex-lover, Essence, the two of them convinced Madam Xanadu to take the role as Headmistress of the Nanda Parbat Academy.
Madame Xanadu, who was a revered seer and practitioner of the mystical arts, assumed the role of Headmistress with grace and humility. Her chambers, nestled in a quiet corner of the academy, overlooked the majestic Himalayan peaks. Madame Xanadu brought with her a wealth of knowledge and a deep sense of responsibility to guide the students on their spiritual and magical journeys.
The library of Nanda Parbat Academy became a treasure trove of wisdom, a sanctuary for seekers of arcane knowledge. With an easy magic copying spell, the rarest tomes from the All-Caste and the Rock of Eternity libraries were replicated, ensuring that students would have access to a vast repository of mystical texts. Each book held the secrets of ancient magics and profound insights, waiting to be uncovered by inquisitive minds.
The curriculum of the academy was holistic, encompassing a wide array of magical disciplines. From elemental manipulation to divination, from meditation to combat training, students were encouraged to explore the depths of their potential. Nanda Parbat Academy was not just a place to learn spells but a sanctuary for self-discovery and spiritual growth.
Jason could not wait for its opening, as it would be the perfect academy for Damian and Billy to go to and learn about their magical powers.