Opening File: League of Super Criminals
It is unknown when exactly this group was created but it was clear this goal of this group was to counter and even destroy Huntsmen and even hero groups like the Justice Friends. The current incarnation of the organization is led by four known commanders going by the codenames: Red-Eye, Green Thumb, Yellow Pinkie and Black Hat.
Earlier incarnations of this group includes the secret organization known as FEAR, led by the mysterious Number One that was defeated by the heroic Huntsmen known as Birdman. Despite his efforts the organization would reform itself several times over the years and continue to make a stand against Huntsmen and the so-called heroes of the world. The organization known as Global Justice and Security was founded to protect the world from global threats, such as super villains, alien invasions, or anything that poses a threat to Earth. Aside from having many military agents on their side who have a wide range of training in multiple fields, the organization is also affiliated with many superheroes, such as the Justice Friends.
Funded secretly by the Fallen, Sammael as a front to combat the world's greatest Huntsmen this group has slowly grown in strength over the years and has recently become a threat, rivaling the Satyra and possibly the Invisible Hand. The Justice Friends have often clashed with them but the state of conflict has yet to evolve into full-scale war.
Close File
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"You ever hear the saying 'for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction'? This applies to almost everything including science, religion, magic and even people. Police and Criminals, Heroes and Villians, matter and anti-matter, Gods and Devils. Two completely opposite forces opposing each other in every way." TOM lectured, closing the file. "What side would you be one and who would be your exact opposite?"
Xxx
In the decaying realm floating between dimensions he was constantly watching. He had been watching for billions of years, watching as the universe of the third dimension was formed and it had been greatly entertaining. From watching the remains of the Ultimate Evil crashing into the planet, witnessing as the Ultimate Evil's future version returned to the past to change all of history and creating the Grimm that led to centuries of hilarious death and destruction.
The Age of the Forgotten World that ended in the near destruction of the world.
The Gem Rebellion.
The Troll-Wars.
The Time of Awakening.
The Thousand Year War of Sparta.
The torching of Paris by the Mad Priest.
Of course despite all the fun he had from watching he didn't get much luck in finding a way to get into that dimension. It was a little hard since he was getting competition from guys like that cross-dresser HIM, the octopus-faced ruler wannabee Vilgax, those Grimm-infused meat-sack Fallen and the space pebble Gems.
All of them having plans of their own for this dimension. As much as the idea of competition amused him he had no intention of finishing in second place. And it wasn't just potential competition that threatened his plans. He also had to deal with those meddling heroes called Huntsmen that were all about 'saving the world' and 'protecting mankind' and all that drivel. They were an annoyance that threatened to bring down all of his plans.
Admittedly though they had not been as bothersome as the three young meat sacks that had ruined his more recent plan to keep his agenda up and running but they were a problem nonetheless. Especially if that meddling Owl decided to send out a message to help and he was sure the Owl helped the little fat porker find his way back into his body.
So he needed to throw a wrench in all their plans.
He needed to get them all fighting each other, weakening themselves and distracting them long enough until he was finally ready. That's why he went forward with creating an entire cult of meat-sacks to handle problems for him after his last 'business partner' tried to cut and run and got lost between dimensions. He had the whole town kept in the dark just like he wanted and even though a couple brats were sticking their noses where they didn't belong it wasn't a major issue yet. There was the matter of the great 'magical guardian' in his town along with that oaf that Sammael had sent to stir up trouble but he was not worried about them.
His Puppet would deal with them soon enough as he had created her to do, leaving him to handle the big issues.
"Eenie, meenie, minie, moe." Bill mumbled, deciding who to choose first. "Which patsy to pick as the first foe?"
All he needed to do was cause a ruckus here and there to get everyone worked up into frenzy, catch them off balance and leaving them chasing their own shadows as he worked.
And he knew just where to start.
Xxx
"What do you mean we're lost, Plank?" Johnny asked as he turned another corner. "The door should be right…Here."
Another dead end.
"Buddy, I think we should have thought this over."
Johnny 2x4 came to the Cul-de-sac not too long after Rolf. Having no friends, Johnny took a marker and drew a face on a piece of wood, and dubbed it Plank. Johnny knew he was…different since he was a kid but he also believed his difference was special given his ability to manipulate any form of wood through the use of his Semblance.
"Wait a minute! My Semblance!" Johnny stopped, snapping his fingers as he smiled at Plank. "We can use my Semblance to get us out of here."
…
"What do you mean that's not a good idea?"
…
"Oh you are being paranoid, Plank." Johnny said as he placed his hand on the wall.
…!
Just as Johnny activated his Semblance something went horribly wrong. The wood he attempted to control seemed to react as it reached out and grabbed his hand.
"What the nut?!" Johnny screamed out as he tried to pull his hand free but wall began to pull him in. "Go for help, buddy!"
He threw Plank down the hall just as he was pulled into the wall, seemingly eaten alive by the house. Plank was left alone on the floor in the middle of the dark house that had quickly become a war zone.
Xxx
It was in the large chamber that resembled a gladiatorial arena they gathered. It was in this chamber that roar cries and tears of men and demons were seen and heard. In the stands they gathered, watching as a singular creature struggle to escape its bonds in the center of the arena.
"So this is how a Fallen evolves." Jujunga could not help but comment as he and his comrades watched. "From birth they struggle against the darkness in them until it nearly overwhelms them and forces them to fight and struggle, testing their will for control against their instincts."
"One could say it is an old fashioned barbaric way of creating a warrior." Gentle-Jim said, frowning as he looked on.
"Our gentleman does not approve of the master's ways." I commented with an intrigued smile.
"One must wonder what would the master do if he hear of such says." Am snickered.
Gentle-Jim raised an eyebrow. "Of course, I mean no disrespect."
"Why we here? We should be in arena, breaking bones." Boris muttered, bored out of his mind.
"It is because we are here to watch." A voice said from behind.
The five members of the Invisible Hand glanced at their comrade, Hatchet as he sat against the wall with his arms crossed. Sitting next to him was his current student and possible future candidate for new member of the Invisible Hand, Cree Lincoln who refused to look or speak to anyone. She kept her eyes trained on the arena and what was about to happen.
"Watch what?" Boris asked.
The sound of doors opening brought them back down to the arena and the sight of Sammael stepping into the arena, striding towards the chained Fallen caused all to become silent.
"Still struggling, I see." Sammael noted, stepping in front of the Fallen. "Is there anything left of you in there, Reginald?"
The Fallen continued to struggle against its chains.
"I know what it's like to feel trapped. To become a prisoner of your own body and claw for what feels like years to reach the surface even as the sea of darkness continues to push you down." Sammael paced slowly around the Fallen. "The pressure becoming so strong it feels like you are being crushed, unable to move or even breathe and yet unable to die at the same time. You can either succumb to it and stay a slave or rise up."
Sammael stopped in front of the Fallen formerly known as General Reginald Skarr. "And that darkness becomes your throne."
He raised his hands and the chains holding Skarr shattered. Skarr stood up, his evolved form towering over Sammael and yet he remained completely calm.
"Oooooooooh." I and Am both looked eager now.
"It appears this match be one to the death." Jujunga muttered.
Boris merely grunted as he remained quiet, content to watch the events about to unfold. Gentle-Jim was silent as well, his gaze completely focused on the arena. Hatchet kept his arms crossed while Cree leaned a bit forward.
Is this is what she thought it was?
Skarr lunged towards Sammael, moving too fast for the human eye to ever hope to see and seemingly slammed into the elder Fallen. They both hit the wall on the wall of the arena and Skarr raised fist to shatter his foe's head.
Only for Sammael to catch that fist with one hand, the dark purple veins pulsing, turning black as they spread across the skin. "Thirteen seconds."
Sammael batted Skarr's fist away and followed up by delivering a powerful blow to Skarr's face. The sheer force of the punch sent Skarr flying back, skidding across the arena floor until he slammed into the wall on the other side. Taking a chance to wipe some dust off, Sammael slowly strolled towards Skarrs, not looking at all injured. Skarr stood up, instantly recovering and lunged at Sammael again, his fingers lengthening into deadly sharp claws.
Sammael smirked, raising one arms and revealing the veins had spread, completely covering the arm in blackness as Skarr slashed at them. "Thirty seconds."
And was knocked back as his claws bounced off the arm.
"The Dark Substance is the source of the Grimm and even the Fallen. It allows the Grimm to take on many forms and even allows them to evolve over periods of time provided they are not slain in battle. A Fallen on the other hand, once properly mastering the Grimm instincts to kill is able to wield the power of any Grimm in existence and even more, only limited by their imagination." Hatchet quietly lectured but everyone in the stands were listening. "They can use the Dark Substance for almost anything, such as forming armor around their bodies. It's as useful as Aura but due to the soulless nature of the Grimm essence a Fallen cannot use Aura, Semblance and their Grimm powers at the same time."
Sammael blocked a few more strikes from Skarr before finally grabbing his arms and painfully twisted them, earning a grunt from Skarr who didn't act as if he was hurt. "Fifty seconds."
Sammael followed up with a kick to the knee, almost seemingly breaking it as Skarr fell over.
"You still believe in the limitations of the flesh." Sammael grunted as he grabbed Skarr by the neck and started punching him in the face. "Have you learned nothing?"
A mouth formed on Skarr's face and opened, releasing a powerful scream that emitted shockwaves that blasted Sammael off him.
The elder Fallen landed perfectly on the ground, watching as Skarr stood up and let out more screams. "One minute, eight seconds."
"As a Fallen is forced to evolve it learns more of the powers it wields by instinct." Hatchet remarked as a few members covered their ears.
Skarr lunged at Sammael again but it seemed the Majesty Fallen was done playing around now. He moved again at high speed, slamming his fist into Skarr's throat and followed with several more blows. Skarr's form seemed to become more liquid like and his humanoid Fallen form became more like a blob as he staggered back into the shadows.
Sammael stopped, remaining calm as he looked around. "You are learning fast, Skarr but you will need more than that to truly reach the surface."
A tendril shot out but Sammael simply stepped out of the way and grabbed it. He then pulled with such strength that Skarr was pulled out, flying at him and delivered another blow directly to Skarr's face. "One minute, forty seconds."
Skarr changed into liquid and spread out, forming into an entire pond that tried to swallow Sammael alive but he raised his hand with the eye tattoo and brought it down. There was blast of red light and Skarr's pond form was dissipated.
"Two minutes, three seconds." Sammael whispered as he watched Skarr reform.
Skarr let out several more shrieks as he reformed and was starting to claw at his own face.
"It's starting." Hatchet stated. "The consciousness inside the demon is trying to claws it way out."
Sammael watched as Skarr clawed away at his own face, ripping the blackness away and a bit of the human face could be seen underneath. "Two minutes, eighteen seconds."
Skarr let out another screech as more black tendrils erupted from his body and shot at Sammael who remained still. Just as they were mere inches from him his eyes glowed and from them fired two red optic beams that incinerated the tendrils and blasted a hole right through Skarr's ribs. Skarr howled as he fell over, the blackness covering his ribs and seemingly healing him as he continued to claw and rip the darkness that was covering his face.
Until he finally tore free, revealing his human face as he let out a loud scream. As he screamed the blackness receded into his body, leaving a torn military uniform. Skarr looked almost exactly the same with the exception of his one working eye now having black sclera and red irises. Skarr continued to scream until his vocal cords were strained and he collapsed to the ground on all fours, panting heavily.
All the while Sammael simply watched and did a last minute calculation. "Three minutes and sixteen seconds. A new record."
The rite of passage had been complete.
A new Noble Class Fallen had risen.
Xxx
Deep beneath the surface of the Darklands, underneath Sammael's sanctuary Malachite Plasmius remained imprisoned in a massive cavern, kept in stasis by Sammael's spell. However while she was unconscious in the real world her mind was very much active.
"CURSE YOU FREAKS!" Vlad Plasmius screamed out, struggling with all his might to reach the surface but the water chains around his wrists and ankles kept him submerged in the endless ocean that was part of Malachite's mind. "LET ME OUT!"
How had it come to this?
He was supposed to be ruler of the world but instead he ended up trapped in this abomination.
This could not be how it ended.
This could not be the end of Vlad Plasmius!
Not too far away Lapis Lazuli who had ended up just as trapped attempted to take control but it was impossible with both Jasper and the creature called Vlad fighting her. She barely held off Jasper by herself but when Vlad came and tried to take over he only succeeded in binding the three of them together and she lost to Vlad who ended up losing to Jasper. She had been struggling now to take back control but with Vlad fighting her every step to reach the surface to get back control it was impossible for her to even get close to Jasper.
And it didn't help that Jasper was pushing the two of them down while they were fighting each other.
"Got to break free, got to protect Steven." Lapis whispered to herself over and over.
A blinding light suddenly appeared, distracting the two which led to them being pushed down further but they managed to keep themselves from being pushed further into the sub consciousness of Malachite's mind and see what had appeared.
A glowing yellow triangle with a single eye, a black bow and top hat with black arms and legs? "Well, well, well, look what we got here." The triangle hovered around the two. "Talk about two heads or technically three heads." The triangle chuckled as he produced a cane and offered a curtsy. "But I digress. Allow me to introduce myself: Bill Cipher, traveler, genius and all around handsome triangle at your surface. I couldn't help but notice your problems."
"Who are you?" Vlad grunted, pulling on his chains. "What do you want?"
"Oh don't be so modest, Vladdy. You're the one who called me here." Bill put his hat back on. "Not by telephone but by your every desire to get free, get some payback on those you got on your revenge list and win the heart of the fair lady who dumped you for a walking pudding and chocolate cake. Too bad you'll always be a second fiddle!" Bill laughed at his joke. "But we can shelve the relationship problem aside and let's focus on what I can do for you. Like offering you a way out of here."
"You can…" Vlad grunted as he struggled. "Free me?"
"Sure can do, Count Vladula. Of course in return I would need a favor from you but we can work out the minor details later." Bill answered before looking at Lapis. "And what about you, teardrop? Want out?"
"I don't know who are you but I don't trust you and I am not letting you get him or Jasper out." Lapis said, sending water chains at Bill but to her surprise they simply passed through him.
"Oh, Lappy, Lappy, Lappy." Bill shook his head. "And here I was thinking we'd be such great friends. Too bad, I guess two out of three might not be so bad. Let me just speak with stripey up top and we can work out the business arrangement."
Bill laughed as he floated to the surface, spotting Jasper in front of him as she worked keeping Vlad and Lapis down. "That's the spirit! Flex those muscles!"
"Who are you?" Jasper growled, her face looking wild and deranged.
"Just the guy of everyone's dreams, including yours once I give the deal of the century." Bill answered. "Like a chance to get out and get back at the little run who got you trapped here."
"Rose…" Jasper growled hatefully. "I don't need help. I have what I need here."
"Sure you do." Bill drawled while rolling his eye. "So you wouldn't say yes to me bringing little Rosy to you."
Jasper grunted, staring at Bill. "You can…Do that?"
"That and more sweety! But I can tell all that later. So here's the deal, I'll lure the Rosy to you and set you free and in return you can do a little something for me." Bill held up a hand that became engulfed in blue flames. "Deal?"
Jasper stared at the hand for a long moment. "Deal but I am not touching you. I can barely hold those two back."
"Works for me!" Bill laughed as the flame extinguished. "Oh yeah! Two out of three! Not perfect but I take my winnings as I get them! Just keep holding on and you'll be out in no time!"
And with that Bill Cipher vanished from Malachite's chaotic mind.
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Sammael narrowed his eyes and looked down at the ground, sensing a familiar presence. "…Cipher. So he's finally making a move."
He sensed the dream demon's presence and had a good idea who he had been visiting. Bill Cipher couldn't invade the dreams of a Fallen since sleep was not something a Fallen needed and Sammael himself rarely slept. He could however sense the dream demon if he was invading the dreams of someone nearby.
"Cipher, what little trick do you have up your sleeve?" Sammael mumbled, deciding to pay a visit to the Gem Fusion still imprisoned in the caverns.
Xxx
In a dark room four shadowed figures were seated around a circular table with a glowing sphere in the center of the table.
"So it has been confirmed. Our target will be at the gathering."
"Must be an excuse to find a successor."
"Then we have the chance to remove him as a threat."
"Does the Chief know?"
"I do now."
The four glanced at the sphere as it showed the image of brain residing in a green glowing glass dome connected to a machine. "This is indeed the perfect moment. At last we have a chance to remove one of the world's greatest warriors."
"I already have selected who to take part in the attack." A man with a red eye said, his voice having a thick British accent. "Black Hat has already provided the weapons and other devices to ensure complete success."
"Good. This will show the world that no matter how many times they try, FEAR or the League of Super Criminals will never die. Let the symbol of Justice die."
The four at the table began to laugh manically alongside their leader, each of the envisioning the perfect victory.
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"You have got to be kidding me."
Hoagie wasn't at all surprised by Dexter's reaction to the appearance of the Mystery Shack. It looked more like a hoarder's home than a store.
"How can people expect anything possibly valuable from a place like this?" Dexter complained as they walked into the property.
"Given the small size of this town I suspect it's because it's the only source of entertainment aside from places like the library and the arcade." His grandfather remarked with a sly grin. "People love a little mystery after all."
"Phhf! People are just bored so they invent myths and fiction to bring some form excitement into their lives." Dexter said with a scoff.
"So if I were to look into your room I wouldn't find all copies of Basil of Baker Street." His grandfather chuckled as his grandson looked away. "Or the posters of Major Glory plus a few dozen comics?"
"You read Basil of Baker Street?" Hoagie asked, now intrigued.
Dexter didn't answer as they stepped into the shop, deciding not to look at anyone but the cheap junk on sale.
"Welcome to the Mystery Shack." Wendy said from the counter in a dull tone.
"Hey, Wendy. Are Mabel and Dipper here?" Hoagie asked with a smile.
"Hey, Hoags. Dips and Mabes are probably upstairs in their room." Wendy answered, smiling back at the younger boy.
"Great. I'll be right back, Grandma." Hoagie said, quickly heading for the stairs.
"Dexter, why not go with them? It'd be good to interact with some kids." Old Man Dexter suggested to his grandson who groaned but followed Hoagie up the stairs.
"You can stay up there all day for all I care." Lydia grumbled, shuffling through the store's…merchandise. "What kind of cheap bozo runs a place like this?"
"The kind that doesn't take to being insulted by crazy old broads." Grunkle Stan retorted as he walked into the room, glaring at Lydia who spun around.
"That voice…" Lydia narrowed her eyes. "Stanley Pines!"
The owner of the Mystery Shack stiffened and reacted in a way he had trained himself to do in his youth, turning back to cover his face and pretending to look around. "Where?! He owes me money!"
Unfortunately for him, Lydia was wise to his tactics and promptly enacted her standard response to seeing her old…acquaintance.
CLUNK!
"Don't think you can fool me with that stupid trick you two timing-"
CLUNK!
"Swindling-"
CLUNK!
"No good layabout!"
By this point Stan had numerous bumps rising out of his cranium and a dumb grin on his face as he mumbled incoherently. He shook his head and rubbed his scalp. "Okay, okay I probably deserved like…five percent of that."
CLUNK!
"Okay, okay! Ninety! Just calm down, Linds!" Stan grabbed Lydia's cane before she could clobber him again. "And don't shout my name so loud. Sheesh, room volume."
"Don't call me that." Lydia growled. "And I thought you were dead."
"Oh, I thought you were dead too." Stan grumbled.
"Oh, I thought you were dead. You were hoping I was dead." Lydia retorted.
"Well, you're not wrong." Stan muttered.
CLUNK!
"Okay, okay!" Stan rubbed his head. "Enough of that already. What the heck are you even doing here anyways? I thought you were retired by now."
"Why? Afraid I was going to track you down?" Lydia grunted. "I should have figured you'd try hiding in a rat hole like this dump."
"Sorry, I can't go for the classy dump. I have been a little busy." Stan retorted.
"With what?" Lydia narrowed her eyes as she leaned forward. "What have you done this time, Stan?"