In Central City, Peter was roaming the halls of the Future Foundation when he heard something. He followed the voices and found it was coming from Valeria and Franklin's hall. He found them in Franklin's room playing a game of chess together. Valeria has been obsessed with the game since she watched Ben and Peter play once.

"How did you do it?" Franklin asks Val. "I mean, it's like you're in my head."

"It's not that hard," Valeria quipped.

Peter snickered at the young siblings bantering with one another. "What are you two still doing up?"

The two of them looked to the doorway and saw Peter was watching. Almost like rats scattering, Valeria jumped and ran off to her room.

"Uh, hi," Franklin said.

"Bed, Mister," Peter told him.

Franklin nodded as he jumped into bed. "Sorry, Val wanted to play."

"Val wanted to beat you what you mean," Peter joked as he settled Franklin down. "Night, kiddo."

"Uh, Peter?" Franklin got his attention. "I wanted to ask you something."

"What's up?" Peter wondered as he stood in the doorway.

"Is it okay that I don't call you dad?" Franklin wonders. "I mean, Val calls you dad, but I don't."

Peter sighed as that's not something he thought he would be asked. "Well, for Val it's a special case." He walked over and sat on his bed. "You remember your dad, for as bad as he was, he was your dad. Val however doesn't remember him. She was too young. As far as she knows, I'm the only real father figure she has. You've had a few years with your dad before everything happened."

"I guess," Franklin seems to understand. "But does it hurt when I don't call you dad?"

Peter chuckled as he messed with Franklin's hair. "I could never be mad at you, kiddo. Now get some sleep." He then walked over and turned off the lights. "Good night, kiddo."

"Goodnight..." Franklin said as Peter walked away. "...dad."

Peter walked down the hall and found Amora walking back to her room. "Hello."

"Hey," Peter said, getting nervous seeing her. "Sorry, the kids seemed to have snuck in some playtime after bed."

Amora smiled as she looked to their bedrooms and to Peter. "You said the kids weren't affected by the accelerator, right?"

"Yeah, as far as we know," Peter confirmed. "Why? Did you see something?"

"No, nothing," Amora said as she saw them alone. "I guess I'm still on edge..." She reached over and caressed Peter's arm, a green aroma leaving as she started to enchant him. "...ever since the AMAZO incident."

"Well, you'll be perfectly safe here," Peter told her. "I promise."

Amora grinned as she leaned in and kissed Peter. He didn't stop her and even leaned into the kiss. He enjoyed how soft her lips were, and she enjoyed how he seemed to be finally be enjoying it himself.

"Soon, my beloved," Amora whispered into his ear. "You'll know what it means to be loved..."

The Watcher gazed down upon the towering city of Latveria, observing as Dr. Doom fumed with frustration while seated upon his imposing throne. Disdainfully, he flicked on the news feed, only to be confronted with yet another fluffy feature on the Fantastic Four gallantly defending their city. The triumphant heroes basked in the adoration of the crowd, graciously acknowledging their cheers and waving with evident camaraderie.

"The bank heist was foiled, all thanks to the timely intervention of the Fantastic Four," the newscaster's voice echoed through the room.

With a scowl, Doom silenced the television and clenched his fists. His fingers instinctively sought the cold, unyielding metal of his iconic mask, a relic of his fateful transformation. Just then, the heavy doors to his chamber creaked open, and a subordinate entered, visibly stricken with apprehension as they approached the brooding ruler.

"Sir, there is a commotion at the gate," he warned his ruler.

Doom knew that his subordinates never interrupted him if it wasn't important so he decided to see what was going on. He stepped up and left his monstrous and villainous area of the castle to stroll through a normal-looking vintage castle. When he reached the castle doors, he opened them to see there was something going on at the gates.

Approaching the gates, he saw that it was one of his Doom Soldiers (basically his Royal guards) and he saw the crowd was screaming and yelling at something going on. When Doom approached, it seemed they all got quiet. Then he saw that the commotion was being caused when he saw a young boy on the floor who seemed to have been tazed.

"Child..." Doom whispered as he kneeled down beside him. "Who did this to you?"

The little boy didn't answer but turned to the Doom Soldier who had a taser still in his hand. "He stole food, sir. He broke the law. I was just implementing your will."

Doom stood as he then approached the man. "And you think this is my will?" He asked, looking over to the young boy. "Harming someone too young to work, and is clearly starving?"

"I-"

Doom didn't even let him finish explaining as he then raised his fist and a laser shot out of his fist. The beam reached his soldier and they watched as he was scorched to a crisp.

"None will lay hands on the children," Doom stated in anger. He then looked over towards the children levitated some of the food carts and handed the food to the children. "I will personally make sure that my soldiers bring food to your homes."

The children bowed respectfully to Doom. "Thank you, sir."

Doom nodded as he then started to fly using his thrusters. He then took off and made his way towards his castle. He flew into his chamber and got an alert that there was another sorcerer spotted in Central City.

Peter wasn't sure where he was exactly, but he wasn't exactly complaining. Amora was sitting on his lap while they were sitting on a throne surrounded by treasure. She was wearing her real green dress with the crown and everything. She placed a hand on Peter's chest and leaned close to take in his scent.

"My love, this is all that I wanted," Amora said with glee, resting on Peter. "I told you that we would be rulers together. Now we rule everything."

Peter smiled as he caressed Amora's cheek. "Yes, and I have you by my side."

"Always," Amora promised, leaning to kiss Peter.

But before Peter could kiss her, he gasped awake in his bed and looked around. He wasn't sure what was wrong with him and wondered why Amora was entering his head like that. He looked over and saw Susan lying down beside him, her hair in a complete mess as always. He always told her she should put it up, but she never does, saying it's uncomfortable to sleep as. He just groaned and rubbed his head, wondering if it was a good idea to let her move into the Future Foundation.

Amora was in her own bedroom and groaned as she slammed her head against the pillow of her bed. Invading his mind worked like a charm, but his will was stronger than she gave credit for. Yet again, it was something to admire with how strong-willed he was. And now, she might even love him more. She can't easily trick him. Unlike every other man in Midgard. She's going to have to chisel away at his mind. She needs him to remember...

The snoring from her living room made her sit up as she saw that Gamora was currently sleeping on the couch. Since they didn't have any money, the Guardians needed to share the rooms in the Future Foundation. Sadly there weren't exactly that many spares, and since Amora recently moved in, things got complicated with that.

Rocket and Quill took up one of the guest rooms with Groot as it seems he doesn't exactly sleep. He more or less stands in a corner and plants himself. That left Gamora and Drax. And that was where the roomies began to get together.

With Gamora, she was either going to be partnered with Caitlin or Amora, and they decided with a coin flip. Amora wished she had used her magic and made it seem like Caitlin won. Now she was stuck with her until they got their spacecraft repaired. She can conjure magic, but she wasn't a mechanic. Besides they might get suspicious if she did do that. They'd wonder who or how managed to fix it, and she couldn't let them discover who she was.

Drax was left sleeping in Cisco's spare room. He just happened to have one of the complexes with extra bedrooms. Cisco was starting to regret that decision as it turns out when Drax snores, it almost literally shakes the entire floor. Cisco was left wide awake as he tried to sleep with the beast of a snorer.

The same night, there was a convoy heading to a museum for display. Two armed guards were carrying Anti-Metahuman weapons that would dampen anyone with powers for a short amount of time, at least enough to catch them if they tried anything.

"So, you hear the news?" The guard asks. "The Foundation is cooking up some new toys for us."

"Really?" The second asks in surprise. "What did they cook up this time?"

"A power-dampening perimeter," the first explained. "They say when it's set up, it'll allow the whole location to be power-free. Nobody will be able to use their powers."

"That would make me feel much safer." He said, opening the back of the truck. "Nobody is able to use their powers, and our job could be much easier."

"So, what is this exactly?" The guard wonders, looking at the crate.

"Some sort of sword. It's for that new exhibit from Kartaq."

As they began to unload the crate from the truck, they saw a shadow form from outside. They looked up and saw a hooded figure wearing some strange clothes. He reached up and removed his hood to reveal he is a black male with black hair two thin shaved streak lines and a black beard and brown eyes. He wears hunter green robes with black lines on them and a black robe belt, John Lewis green gauntlet bindings, and a cape with John Lewis green shoulder paddings that also go down the chest to stomach with spikes that make up ears on the shoulders, black skin tight pants with black boots with grey paddings at the bottom of the feet.

"I believe it is pronounced Kahndaq," the strange man informed them.

"Who the hell are you?" The guard asks, raising their weapons.

"Someone who knows the power of that sword you have." He said, gesturing to the crate on the floor now. "Which I will be taking off of your hands."

"Yeah, right." He said, shooting one of the blasts that hit him, causing the man to flinch. "Whatever your special gift is, you're gonna have a problem using it now."

"Ow." He said, looking at the scorch mark. He then heard what he said and scoffed. "You think of me as one of those amateur Metahumans?"

He then chuckled and raised his hand, and with a swipe of his hand, the two guards were frozen stiff. "Oh, no. Im something much more."

Then he swiped his hand and the sword flung from the crate and into his hand. And then he walked off, but not before snapping his fingers and the whole truck vanished through a hole that appeared that looked like a sparking vortex. Then a few seconds later, the truck came crashing down. Killing the two guards inside.

The following day saw the CCPD swarm the scene, joined by the Fantastic Four and the Future Foundation team. They converged to unravel the mystery of the incident. On-site were two dead guards and an armored truck, remarkably crushed yet unmoved from its spot.

"You find anything?" Peter asks Cisco and Barry.

"Nothing that makes sense," Barry commented.

"How the hell does that happen to the car?" Susan asked as she looked it over. "With two guards inside?"

"I am finding no trace of fingerprints, or DNA, no sign that anything even happened here, except for our crushed car and dead guards," Barry said with a sigh.

"Magic." Constantine scoffed, scaring Cisco. "Or in this case, it's Sorcery."

"How many times have I told you not to do that?!" Cisco asks him. "I hate when he appears out of thin air like that."

"What were they transporting?" Eddie Thawne wonders.

"Some sword," Yuri informed them. "Called the Muramasa Blade."

"God, this is not something we gotta be dealing with right now," Peter said with a sigh as he saw the chaos. "We need to be finding Dr. Doom, not looking for another sorcerer."

Constantine was searching the area when he felt a special energy. "Wait. I recognize this." He said to them. "I know who we're dealing with." He informed everyone with a grin. "And trust me, he isn't some run-of-the-mill sorcerer... he might be what we're looking for."

Constantine pulled up a photo of some strange-looking man who the team had never seen before. He looked almost normal compared to everyone else they had met who was a sorcerer.

"Mordo." Constantine introduced them all. "Once known as a pure sorcerer. Went down the dark path a few years ago. Hellbent on stealing power from other sorcerers."

"So, he can steal their powers?" Peter clarified.

"Some sort of trick," Constantine admitted. "No one knows where he got it and wanted to learn themselves... if they didn't lose their powers themselves."

"That almost sounds too perfect to imagine," Susan said. "If we can catch him, could we somehow use him to steal powers from Dr. Doom?"

"Oh, that's a smashing idea, would you like that with or without him killing you?" Constantine asks. "Mordo doesn't exactly play nice with others."

"So, you two must get along," Bette quipped.

"Why is he stealing these swords?" Susan wonders.

"Well, the Muramasa Blade was made to stop healing factors. Something we come across more powerful sorcerers have." Constantine explained.

"Okay, so if the Blade doesn't work for him, what's he going to do?" Cisco asks. "Is he gonna go after another blade?"

Peter snapped his fingers and pointed towards Cisco. "You're right." He then waved his finger around to think. "You're right, Cisco!" He then ran over to the computer and pulled up the inventory of artifacts coming in from Kahndaq. "If this Mordo guy wants artifacts, then he has an assorted to choose from."

"How do you plan on figuring out which artifact he's after?" Susan asks.

"It doesn't matter," Peter said as they saw the last shipment coming. "The last shipment of Kahndaq artifacts coming in later today. So, Mordo will likely repeat what he did. Go after nightfall."

"So, we set a trap?" Johnny asks. "Scooby-Doo style?"

"Well, we've gotta find a specific one." Peter then got an idea. "Well, luckily for us...we have someone who can help."

Amora was in her room reading a book when she then heard their offer and chuckled. "You need me to identify what artifact this Mordo might go after?"

"Basically." Peter shrugged.

Amora hummed and closed her book. "Fine." She then grabbed the tablet and started to look over the inventory. "The Twilight Sword? Hm, interesting..." she made a mental note of that one. "Oh, there it is." She then showed the weapon that seemed to be the most likely to get Mordo's attention. "The Flashing Blade."

"What does it do?" Peter asks.

"According to the lore, it has the capacity to kill Gods themselves, and possesses numerous powers," Amora explained. "So, if I had to guess, I'd say our friend Mordo is afraid."

"Who was the last person to wield it?" Peter was curious to know as he looked over the information on the tablet.

"Well, it's first recording use was of a man in some ancient time in Kandhaq, who went by the name of Teth Adam. Some dame back in the times of the world war." Amora informed him. "She hasn't been around in ages. Said she went into the ground years ago, but rumors around the magic side of the world say they have spotted her. Helping where they're needed."

"Well, thanks for your input," Peter said as he walked off.

Amora cleared her throat, getting Peter to look back. "Am I not rewarded for my help?"

Peter shrugged. "Uh, what were you expecting?"

Amora raised her hand and beckoned Peter to come closer. Peter felt himself being lured as he walked closer to Amora. Amora then enchanted Peter, using her powers to loosen his mind a little, Amora then leaned in and pulled Peter in for a kiss. She enjoyed the feeling. Just wish he would put more effort. But if she pushed further, then he could snap free. She would have to settle on this for now.

While she had him in her trance, she did a little peaking in his mind, looking around. "So, that's what he's done." She finally got a few answers. "Let's see if we can break those barriers." She then waved her hand and green mist entered his mind. "Soon... just have to be patient, my love."

And then Amora went in to feel his lips one last time with a kiss. Then she leaned off, allowing Peter's mind to take back control, leaving out some details of what she said while he was enchanted.

"Sorry, did you say something?" Peter asks.

Amora chuckled as she patted his cheek. "Just... good luck."

Peter nodded as he walked off, feeling his lips as it felt like his lips were wet. Almost like he was kissed. It was weird. He just shrugged as he walked away and headed off toward the team so they could make a plan.

That night, Mordo opened a portal that allowed him to enter the museum. He was walking around and used his mystical powers to summon a slight fog to cover the cameras as he roamed the halls. He made his way as he found the doorway to enter the area of Kahndaq.

He made his way around as he found a model of the city back when the legend of Teth Adam was forged. The fragments of the statue that was built in his name. He walked around and found an old tomb that was impossible to open. Legend says it holds the body of Teth Adam himself.

Mordo kept walking as he found the sword on display. "Hello, beautiful."

Mordo then approached the sword and reached out to grab it. But when he did, a mystical barrier appeared and caused him to wince. He then tried to walk backward but then hit against another mystical barrier. He then looked down and saw there was a rug underneath the display and yanked it off. Revealing there was a star and a circle, showing it was the Devil's trap. He growled and wondered how he didn't account for the idea of that being a possibility.

"Well, well..." then the entire team became visible with the help of Susan. She used her powers to keep them all invisible while Mordo walked right into their trap. "Look what we caught in our trap."

"John Constantine." Mordo snarled when he saw the man. "I should have known."

"Well, in my defense, Mordo, you killed two people," Constantine said. "Mind telling me what you're running from?"

"The same thing you're running from," Mordo stated in anger. "Haven't you seen it? He's coming after all of us. We need to defend ourselves."

"Going after long causes?" Constantine said. "You don't even know if the myths are real."

"These artifacts belong in the hands of a true Sorcerer. Someone who can wield them!" Mordo cried in anger, slamming the forcefield. "He's coming, you can't win this fight."

"Well take our chances," Ben stated.

"And you might be our chance of actually stopping him," Peter said as he used a scanner on Mordo. "We're..." Then he went quiet when he felt something big coming. He felt his senses squeeze his mind, as they were warning him of something bad coming. "Look out!"

Then there was a massive explosion, sending everyone and everything flying. Mordo slammed against the barrier of the forcefield, causing him to wince. Then several Adaptoid and Doombots came flying into the room, making their way around towards Mordo. Since they weren't of mystical capabilities, and their high tech, they managed to slip into the barrier and grabbed Mordo by the throat.

Peter got back up and shot two webs, latching onto the Adaptoid, and getting it to turn. "Put him down!"

Peter yanked and the Adaptoid was flung from the barrier, into Ben's arms where he crushed the machine. Susan quickly used her forcefield and quickly squeezed the Doombots since they were a nuisance. Bette then ran over and grabbed a handful of rocks she brought along and tossed them toward the Adaptoids, they latched onto the robots and exploded.

"Ha!" Johnny mocked as he walked over. "This is becoming too easy."

"Cisco, why weren't we warned?" Susan asked, only getting static back. "Cisco? Caitlin?"

"Something is jamming us," Bette commented.

Peter then grunted and even dropped to his knees, feeling his senses alert him of something bigger coming. "It's not over yet..."

Lighting struck as the opening the robots made showed off a shadow that illuminated the area. Then they looked towards the hole and saw a man in a green hood. His armor was hidden by the cloak, but some were able to get a slight look at him.

"Who the hell is that?" Susan asks.

"Your doom," Dr. Doom has finally revealed himself.

"Yeah, right," Johnny said, looking at Ben. "Ben, you wanna do this?"

"Yeah, I've got this one," Ben said, cracking his rock knuckles.

He then ran over towards Doom, not realizing what he was about to get himself into. Peter tried to stop him, seeing there was more to this man than meets the eye.

"Ben, wait!" Peter cried.

"It's clobbering-" Ben was then frozen in shock when he saw Doom raise his hand and he was being risen off the ground. "What the hell?!"

Doom then threw Ben around and into the dinosaur exhibit, causing him to be crushed underneath the dinosaur bones. Constantine ran ahead and started to use some of his spells. He uses Bilocation to create a second version of himself, and then quickly enchants the Cloaking Spell where he runs off toward Doom. While Doom saw the false Constantine, he also saw right through what it was. When Constantine got too close, Doom spun around quickly and grabbed him by the throat.

Constantine then revealed himself as Doom raised him upward. "You thought you could escape me?"

In a desperate attempt to save Constantine from Doom's clutches, Bette hastily gathered items from her pockets and hurled them towards Doom, charging them with her power, hoping to divert his attention. However, Doom effortlessly redirected the projectiles back at her with a simple wave of his hand.

Witnessing Bette's plight, Susan rushed to shield both Bette and Constantine with her forcefield. The force of the counterattack proved to be too much for Susan's barrier, causing her to collapse. Bette, though knocked unconscious by the impact, managed to summon her strength and conjure another forcefield as a last resort. Despite her efforts, Doom easily overpowered her defenses with a forcefield of his own.

In a swift and calculated move, Doom unleashed a powerful bolt of electricity that struck Susan, sending her crashing into the Kahndaq exhibit, and rendering her unconscious and injured. Witnessing his sister's fall, Johnny's eyes blazed with fury as he turned his gaze upon Doom.

"Flame on!" Johnny cried as he shot fire toward Doom.

Finally releasing Constantine from his grasp, Doom put his focus on Johnny, quickly summoning energy blasts in his fists and shooting them toward Johnny. He quickly flew around and avoided the blasts, and then went for another shot. But this time Doom used some sort of sonic screech in his armor that then sent Johnny flying into the ceiling, cooling down his fire in the process.

"Johnny!" Peter cried, looking towards doom in anger. "Get the hell away from them!"

Doom then raises his armored fist, showing he wants Peter to make the first move. Peter looked around and wondered what he could do that his friends hadn't already tried. Then an idea came to mind when he shot out a web, watching as Doom moved out of the way.

"You missed," Doom stated.

"Did I?" Peter asked.

Peter then sent an electrical current down the web, which was latched onto an electrical box. The electric fritz out the museum, cussing Doom to wince from the influx of light. That gave Peter an opening as he knew Doom couldn't cast a spell or anything as he went in for a strike.

Peter managed to strike Doom in the head, which was painful due to the armor. But he didn't slow down as he used his mechanical arms and grabbed into doom and sent a melee of attacks at him, which weren't harming him at all.

Then Doom sent an electrical surge that caused Peter to cry out and get flung backward. Doom then raised his hands and began to choke Peter dragging him back over to him. Doom then sends hit after hit upon Peter, sending him tumbling and dropping to his knees. Doom then grabbed him by the throat again and squeezed. He watched as he then lifted the mask off of Peter, fighting against Cisco's 'unmasking protocol' seeing his bruised face underneath the mask.

"Look at you," Doom snarled almost sounding like anger. "Pitiful. And here I thought of you once as a rival. I will destroy everything you love, everything you have built, Peter Parker."

Peter then felt like he recognized that voice with it being so close. And that was when he got a good look at Doom's eyes. He remembered that look even with just the eyes. Through the fire, the pain, and the anger, he saw someone he recognized...

"Victor?" Peter asked in shock, still choking.

"There is no Victor," Doom said, squeezing Peter's neck tighter. "Only Doom. This is only a taste. I will destroy you, Peter Parker."

Doom gets an energy blast ready and blasts Peter into a wall, the beam of energy slamming Peter through the wall and through the stairway and sent tumbling back toward Doom. Doom then marched over and was about to use a much more powerful blast, grabbing Peter by the collar of his suit. That was when Constantine stood back up and saw he had a chance to quickly utter a teleportation spell to get everyone away.

"Redi me et amicos meos in portum tutum!" Constantine cried, watching as Doom turned towards him to watch them vanish in a flash of light.

Doom is angry, his breathing heavily pushed as he almost growled. He looked at his fist as electricity sparked as he saw they've escaped. "Take him." He ordered the new arrival of Doombots as he looked at Mordo. "We'll have to wait another day for them..."

Constantine managed to get everyone away and back to the Future Foundation in one peace. Despite escaping with their lives, they couldn't believe they failed in stopping their villain, but also lost another mystical wield that could have been taken. Peter was getting looked over by Amora as she had a ice pack to help his wounds. Caitlin was helping Susan by placing her arm in a sling to try and help as it was injured during the fight.

"Who was that guy?" Bette asks Peter. "You called him Victor."

Peter sighed as he looked towards Cisco, who was the only one who knew the name. "Victor Von Werner."

"From college?" Cisco asks.

"Who?" Susan asks.

"My old roommate," Peter explained. "He and I were friends at college. Well, we understood one another. He wasn't exactly the friend type."

"So, your old roommate from college decided to turn into some sort of freak?" Ben asks. "What happened?"

"I don't know," Peter groaned as he rubbed his face. "I guess it started around when my project was chosen. Professor MacTaggert chose my project, basically, what would turn into my mechanical arms. I thought that maybe we could input mechanical limbs and connect them to the functions of the brain. That's what got me my job at Mercury Labs."

"And Victor?" Caitlin asks.

"He had submitted his own project. I don't remember much detail, we were never told one another's work. But he thought it was ridiculous mine was chosen." Peter explained his history with Victor. "Then it didn't stop there, he was determined to beat me in some other project. His final project was to create a machine that was capable of tapping into other dimensions."

"Other dimensions," Johnny repeated. "Like...other universes?"

"The multiverse theory?" Caitlin clarified.

"He could do that?" Bette sounded afraid.

Peter scoffed. "Of course not." He then sighed as he remembered that day. "His ego was growing bigger than his intelligence, so much so he didn't stop to think about the consequences of it failing. It was falling and I tried to shut it down with Ronnie and Cisco's help, and Victor held us back, and when I managed to turn it off it was too late...it exploded."

"Was anyone killed?" Susan wonders.

"No, but Ronnie, Cisco, and I were pretty banged up." Peter sighed as he remembered what happened. "Victor... the screams..." he shuttered as he remembered everything. "His face, it was like he looked into the Arc of the Covenant."

"Oh my god..." Susan whispered.

"Yeah, that's what tipped me off tonight," Peter admitted. "I saw his eye, the fire. The hate. Back when he recovered, if you could call it that, he was expelled. But he told me that he was going to ruin my life like I did to him. That was the last time we saw each other...until now."

"How do we fight someone like that?" Johnny asks.

"Is there a way?" Ben asks. "I mean, we got our asses handed to us."

"He's too powerful." Peter agreed. "I...I don't know anyone who could fight against him."

Constantine flicked his lighter a few times as he sighed. "I might know someone." He got their attention. He flicked the lighter a few times and groaned. "I never thought of him before because he doesn't get involved in matters he doesn't see a fit. But with all of these mystical events happening, it might be time to give him a knockin'."

"Who is it?" Peter wonders.

"His name was Kent Nelson, also known to us in the spirit world as...Dr. Fate." Constantine tells them.

Amora grew worried as she heard the rumors of the one known as Dr. Fate. If she was going to be meeting him, she was going to have to step up her Amora facade. That name means nothing to any of the other members, except for one who watched everything.

"Kent Nelson, the man that is the current owner of the Helmet of Nabu." He then showed a few images of the helmet over the years. "Helmet of Fate was created by the Lord of Order Nabu along with two other mystical items: the Amulet of Anubis and the Cloak of Destiny. The three items combined would grant the wearer the power of Doctor Fate, the primary agent of the Lords of Order. He has made it his oath to not intervene unless the balance between order and chaos is threatened. Does this qualify as upsetting the balance?"