I never created DC canon.
It wasn't a good afternoon for Reverend Howell. The areas in Smallville that he walked to were barren. Zero groups for him to preach near and lead into his religious tent where Unity waited to control them with brain parasites.
Reverend Howell entered his tent and viewed Unity's several tentacles thrashing. He bowed and frowned at the same time.
''You're a useless minion,'' Unity informed Reverend Howell before he used a tentacle to strike the latter's arm.
Reverend Howell cried out and held his arm. He resisted the urge to scowl.
The memory ended.
Recent bruises from Smallville creature attacks.
THE END