- Issue #73 – Give Thanks
- Issue #74 – Bit Part Bad Guys
- Issue #75 – Kaiju for Christmas
- Issue #76 – Silicon Soul, Adamantine Will
- Issue #77 – Date Night
- Issue #78 – Delved Too Deep (Une Mascarade Brisée Part 1)
- Issue #79 – Tome of Secrets (Une Mascarade Brisée Part 2)
- Descendants Special #7 – The Curtain Rises
- Issue #80 – Bitter Work
- Issue #81 – Kin, Speed and Ducks
- Issue #82 – What To Do With Your Downtime
- Issue #83 – Avalon Rises
- Issue #84 – Darkness Falling
- Descendants Annual #7 – First Frost
Up close, from Chaos’s vantage point, it looked like copies of the Celtic designs decorating Darkness’s skin suddenly started expanding outward, growing exponentially as they did. There wasn’t any time to react, nor any hope of holding on. The impact almost knocked his visor off and launched him back against the pillar of black heat.
He would have broken his back against it. Probably should have, if he’d been thinking straight. But he panicked and threw out his power in all directions trying to cushion the impact—and in the process it made contact with the black heat.
It hadn’t taken long into their acquaintance that Chaos discovered that for all it baffled every doctor, biologist and materials expert who every studied it, the black heat was still just as much of a fluid as water, air or plasma. That meant that if Darkness wasn’t exerting active control over it, Chaos’s powers could affect it.
Apparently, even thought it seemed solid, the new tangible black heat constructs remained fundamentally fluid, as the flailing touch of Chaos’s power rendered it back into a diffuse, smoke-like cloud that he plunged through harmlessly.
The effect propagated even after he passed through it, the pillar destabilizing into a column of particulate.
With nothing holding him up anymore, Richter started to fall. Whatever stoicism he had left to him fled in the face of a sixty-foot fall, a scream tearing out of his throat before a cocoon of blue psychokinetic energy wrapped itself around his torso courtesy of Zero.
The white and green clad heroine guided Richter gently into the crown of a tree before turning to face the possessed Darkness. “Please, you don’t have to do this! These Adriel people aren’t that tough—we could stop them for you and send them to jail.”
She barely had time to summon up a shield of psychokinetic energy before a beam of black heat slammed into it, driving her back.
“Jail?” The Angel demanded. “As in temporary detention? No. These threaten to hand this world over to Maeve! They must be expunged before they have a chance!” She raised her glaive and turned toward the clearing where the part of the team accompanying Grand Dodger were busy disarming and restraining the downed Adriel foot soldiers.
“Dark Sickle Harvest.” The words came out only in the voice of the angel as she slashed the glaive down, sending a dozen man-sized, crescent-shaped blades of black heat in that direction.
Zero gasped and flew to intercept, throwing up a hasty screen of psychokinetic energy along with herself between the attack and its targets. Each blade impacted the screen in incandescent flashes that caused the shield to dim with every impact.
“Oh my… what was that for? They’re beaten; they can’t threaten anything anymore!”
“Knowledge of Avalon is a threat in the hands of those who would use the All-Cutting Sword for their own ends.” The Angel leveled her glaive at Zero and flared her wings out. Black heat began to spiral around the head of the glaive’s blade as she thrust herself forward with a single, powerful stroke of her wings. “Black Drill.”
Still agog at the Angel’s attempt at outright murdering the Adriel soldiers, Zero pours everything she had into her screen in anticipation to the attack.
Spiraling black heat met the plane of psychokinetic power, sparks exploding in all directions. The former proved to be too much, as Zero’s stored energy failed and faded until finally collapsing under the onslaught. It would have continued on into Zero if a Chaos Nova hadn’t exploded in between them, throwing the Angel’s aerial charge off course just enough for the nearly exhausted young woman to dodge.
The Fallen Angel wheeled around to face Chaos, who rose to meet her. “You continue to interfere!” She bellowed and raised the glaive. Some sense Chaos was sure didn’t come with Darkness’s power or the recent upgrade suddenly had her turning and calling up her own shield of black heat just in time to intercept the blinding white beam fired from one of the Adriel’s tanks.
With a roar of rage, she swung the glaive in its direction rather than Chaos’s. “Dark Sickle Harvest!” Once more, a storm of blades swept out, only this time, Zero wasn’t in any shape to block them and there were too many for Chaos to dissipate in time.
The black heat struck with the cadence of machine gun fire, raising clouds of sparks from the Gnostic symbols engraved on the tank’s armor before finally ablating it and starting to cut into the metal itself. Dents began to appear and the main gun was sliced apart.
Someone inside tried to open the hatch, only for it to be torn off by a scything blade of black heat. The Adriel crew scrambled to evacuate, but before they were all clear, one of the hot blades found the fuel, touching off a ball of fire that issued out of every opening in seam of the vehicle, leaving it a smoking heap and the crew frantically dropping to the grassy clearing trying to put out the flames now engulfing their uniforms.
“Such is the fate of those who would aid Maeve even in ignorance.” intoned the Fallen Angel.
***
The commas came back in a rush of activity. Everyone seemed to be screaming, panicking, exclaiming. Occult almost had to take out her earbud, the cacophony was so loud.
“Jeez, she really has gone nuts!”
“She’s targeting the Adriel! We need to get these people to cover or else they’ll be trapped in the open!”
“Codex, what the hell can we even do about that thing?!”
“No. Nonononono. IneedtogofindHope. Weneedtohelpthem!”
Overhead, Darkness was almost unrecognizable. Instead of a figure of shadow, she was clearly visible with a huge pair of shadowy, crooked-looking wings like the Angel constructs jutting out of her back. She was also holding some sort of blade on a stick with all the expertise she normally showed with a bo staff.
Chaos was up there too, but unmoving, looking off to the east, where smoke was rising above the treeline.
Before she could do so, Ephemeral cut into the comm chatter. “We’ve just gotten out of the mound. Alloy and Occult have been healed—what is going on?”
“Alexis is brainwashed and crazy!” of course that was Facsimile. “She just blew up one of the Adriel tanks and almost killed Jun! She may have killed some of the guys in the tank, I don’t know. Look, you’re the mind guy: do something!”
A blur of yellow and red burst from the trees and made directly for the group. It resolved into Vamanos, who stopped right in front of Hope. “Mel—hope, you’ve gotta come quick! Darkness just—”
“We heard.” said Hope, feeling her stomach churn at Facsimile’s words. “Take me there.”
Vamanos only nodded before taking her hand and striking off toward the tank.
Meanwhile, Occult took out the Digi-book of Reason. “Why would the Fallen Angel try and kill Zero? She’s with us and it knows we’re trying to stop Maeve.”
Codex’s voice came in over the comm. “From what I can piece together from listening in on Chaos and Zero’s comms, they tried to make it release Darkness and stopped it from executing the Adriel. That’s made them enemies in its eyes.”
“What’s the contingency for this?” asked Grand Dodger.
“Coming up with one now.” said Codex. “Ephemeral?”
The young man was already standing with his eyes closed, his face turned toward the Angel as it lashed out at Chaos with her glaive. His brow furrowed. “Something is strange here.”
“What is it? Does the construct have enough of a mind that you can detect it? Maybe even have an effect on it?” There was hope in Codex’s voice. If the Fallen Angel could be attacked mentally, that simplified things immensely.
“More than one.” replied Ephemeral, puzzled. “Instead of just Darkness or, Darkness and her attacker, I am sensing multiple minds, all overlapping. It’s difficult to differentiate between any except for Darkness, but I would say there are more than five other minds present.”
Occult looked over at him and frowned. “When you say ‘minds’…?”
“Human minds.” Ephemeral answered the unanswered question. “I’ve touched the minds of Faerie creatures before and these are not like those. They are like yours or mine. And they’re angry. Beyond angry.”
Frown deepening, Occult began to furiously search for something in the Digi-book of Reason. Watching this reaction and looking back up at the battle in the sky, Alloy asked, “What, so the thing in her head is a ghost? More than one ghost?”
After a second of searching, the Digi-book finally presented Occult with something useful. “Something like that. It’s a long-lasting spell called a grave pact: multiple magi sacrifice themselves willingly to maintain a powerful spell. According to the Book—which could have saved everyone a lot of trouble if magic wasn’t so inherently dramatic—it was used to seal dangerous areas and devices, ward and enchant strongholds… and create gestalt guardian spirits.”
Her eyes followed Alloy’s skyward where the Fallen Angel, wearing Darkness’s body, hurled beam after beam of black heat at Chaos, who dodged or dispelled every attack, but made no effort to return fire.
The scene distracted Alloy from Occult’s explanation and he asked, “Why isn’t he fighting back?”
Ephemeral shook his head and asked, “If that were Renaissance up there, would you?” The armored hero didn’t answer, only gripped Caladbolg tighter. Finally, as if trying to get the conjured mental image out of his head, he turned to Occult.
“So I was right, it’s like a group of ghosts instead of some kind of magical AI?”
Occult nodded, but didn’t take her eyes off the Fallen Angel. “It’s worse than that though. The Angel told us that Caladbolg was placed and guarded in case Maeve tried to make war on this world again. But think about the kind of people who would die just to create a guardian for that; who would then abandon the sword in a hole in the ground to murder everyone who might prevent it from being used against her.”
Her voice grew quiet. “They were probably those that lost the most in the previous war; the ones that didn’t want to live and rebuild, only to make sure Maeve paid by delivering a way to kill her to the future. Darkness isn’t being controlled by rogue guardian: she’s possessed by a gang of vengeful spirits.”
“Pardon me for not sounding grateful for the story,” Grand Dodger cut in, “but does that tell us anything new about how to stop her from ‘avenging’ all of us into smoke and ruin?”
“It does.” Codex said. “First and most importantly, it tells us that we’re looking for an exorcism spell or the like. Second, it tells us that until we get that done, fighting is the only choice.”
“What?!” That came from Chaos. “L, you can’t be serious!”
Codex replied in calm, measured tones that didn’t do much to mask the pain in her voice. “I know how it sounds and don’t think I don’t absolutely hate it. But the bare facts are, Darkness isn’t in control right now, we don’t know how to put her in control, and a lethally motivated intellect is in control. Our jet isn’t big enough to evacuate the Adriel rank and file. Unless you want to let her kill dozens of them, the only thing we can do is fight and try to restrain her.”
“And if she gets killed?” Chaos growled.
“We’re all been fighting with our powers for years and not a single criminal we’ve gone up against has died. As far as I”m concerned, Darkness is the safest person on this island. First order of business: get her on the ground. We only have three dedicated fliers and Zero’s too drained to get in the air right now. Everyone, regroup and prepare to converge on her once she’s down while Ephemeral tries to work on the astral end of things and Occult and I try and find an exorcism in the Books.
“Hope, how are things at the tank?”
There was a pause before Hope replied, sounding like she’d been sick. “N-no one’s dead, but…” she paused to swallow. “It’s really bad. I don’t know if I can work fast enough. They’re burned so badly and I’m out of rations. Vamanos is out picking fruit but…”
“I know.” Codex said gently. “Just do your best. I’ll signal for medical airlifts as soon as I’m sure they won’t be blown out of the sky. And Zero?”
Another pause. “Yeah?” The voice was quiet and weak, not at all like the Melissa Forrest they all knew.
“I know you can do this. Just hang in there. You too, Vamanos.” After a long moment, she added. “Alright, everyone, we need to work fast…”
***
‘Work fast’. Even though Chaos knew Codex was right, he couldn’t process that without feeling bitter. ‘Work fast’ at attacking the woman he loved. The woman he’d loved since back when his understanding of love was ‘person you find attractive that makes you really nervous’. The woman who was going to be his wife.
It was times like that where Chaos envied Alloy. The geeky young man and his equally geeky girlfriend probably had once spent a week writing up contingencies for surviving the zombie apocalypse, and had gotten everyone to come up with passwords in case of enemy shapeshifters. It stood to reason that they’d had an ‘if I turn evil, this is how you should handle it’ conversation at some point.
He and Alexis didn’t do that. They were adults. They lived in the real world. They were planning a wedding and doing charity work and making lesson plans…
…and completely forgetting the actual reality of their situation. The one where they trained an hour a week with Kareem to resist telepaths. Where magical creatures with powers science couldn’t explain fell through rifts between worlds. Where having a shapeshifter password was probably a good idea if only to deal with Cyn’s pranks.
Alexis understood that. The night he proposed to her, she made it a point to address it.
“Ian, we’re… not normal. Come on, stand up.” For the second time that night, she helped him up and looked him seriously in the eye. “How many of our dates ended early because of some criminal or disaster? How many more are going to? I’ve tried to resist the reality of it, but this is our life.
“Discord and bizarreness and random peril is going to be coming our way without warning or regard to our plans. Sometimes, like today, we’re going to be separated and we’re going to know the other is in danger and won’t be able to do anything about it. It scares the hell out of me.
“But it doesn’t scare me enough. I love you too much.” She moved her hand away from his face and laid it on his chest, giving him a wry smile that he remembered from their Academy days. “What I’m trying to say is; don’t expect the wedding to be any more traditional than the engagement… But the answer is ‘yes’.”
With that memory brought to the forefront, everything else seemed more clear. Alexis accepted everything their lifestyle threw at them, and this was no exception.
The Fallen Angel seemed to think he was distracted and moved to take advantage of that. “Dark Phenomenon.” She cried, stabbing the glaive toward the heavens. A whirlwind of black heat kicked up around the weapon’s ax head and ribbons of the stuff peeled off from it, whipping out like the tentacles of a kraken toward Chaos.
But Chaos wasn’t distracted. Not any longer.
Alexis understood. In fact, she would want him to fight.
The ebon ribbons met a sphere of hurricane-force winds that tore them asunder and scattered their particulate matter in all directions. Undaunted, the Fallen Angel unleashed a concentrated beam of black heat, that was similarly blocked and scattered.
Chaos summoned a pair of Chaos Novas into his palms and stared down the enemy in control of his love. “I’m going to ask you one more time to let her go. Count of three, and then I do something I don’t want to do.”
The Angel’s face became an impassive mask as she raised the glaive on guard. “Count then. Count down to the moment of your destruction.”
It occurred to Chaos that this was the moment where the person in his position would declare that he knew Alexis was in there somewhere and implore her to fight against the Fallen Angel’s influence. Sometimes it would even work. But if he hesitated now, he might never go through with it.
“Alexis,” he said under his breath. The howling shell of wind that whipped around him intensified, ripping leaves and weak branches off the trees below. The two Novas he’d been holding brightened and shrank as he compressed the water tighter.
“I’m coming to save you.”
There was a clap of noise like extremely nearby thunder as he collapsed the sphere of winds, putting all their energy into a forward surge. Ahead of him, he slung the two Chaos Novas.
Even in the oncoming fury of a humanoid typhoon, the Fallen Angel merely looked on and set her glaive for the charge.
To Be Continued…
I find it interesting that the ‘ultimate weapon’ prepared against Maeve is Caladbolg, which in the Irish mythology was wielded by Fergus mac Róich, who was a lover of Maeve.
Much like Arthur, Fergus’s legend was co-opted into clues by the Cunning Folk, then corrupted by years of oral tradition.
Ooh, that invites speculation about what the different elements of Cattle raid of Cooley refer to in the Descendants mythology. One could maybe surmise that Conchobar mac Nessa, Maeve’s first husband with whom she ended up warring with, could be the same character as Erolking. And of course the ‘fords’ where Cú Chulainn held Maeve’s army at bay start looking like portals between worlds when considered in this kind of light.
I do love speculation!
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Also: wow, nothing but tactical webbing. That’s a whole new fetish.
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The construct seems to change voice from formal to colloquial in this chapter. I’m not sure if that was intended. Also the Dodger still sounds more archaic than the construct; again, not sure if that was intended.
Actually, it’s just the one comment by the construct – “Did he now?” – that made me think that it sounded colloquial. The rest is still formal as it was before.
The construct is supposed to sound more weird than archaic because it’s learning (modern) English out of their heads.
No excuses for Dodger. New character, trying to pin down voice and I guess the more formal Silence’s voice is bleeding into his.
Typos and a few comments
Ephemeral too, there’s apparently a mentalist here too.”
One too many too’s IMO, I’d drop the second.
The Dodger’s sounding like a Brit from this century, that’s good.
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Maybe save instead of ‘say’, or of instead of ‘for’, or not instead of ‘to say nothing’. It doesn’t quite make sense as written.
A glaive is to quote wikipedia “a European polearm weapon, consisting of a single-edged blade on the end of a pole”. A double-edged blade is probably some variety of spear.
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Maybe I’m thinking ranseur. I need to look it up. The original character of Darkness had a ‘lance’ that was really a spear, so… I’m bad at this.
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Missing the predicate.
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Missing some commas and the r from liver.
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Certain things are looking familiar from the forums…
Anyone else find it odd that someone who used mind control to get a powerset immediately has names for their attacks with those powers?
Maybe Alexis always thought them but didn’t say them?
>_>
<_<
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Maybe ‘the seams’ instead of ‘seam’? Or ‘and’ instead of ‘in’?
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An axe now? – a glaive is like a single edged knife or cleaver, on the end of a stick. Is it morphing? That seems sort of reasonable considering what it’s made of, but it might be worth mentioning it.
raised the glaive on guard.
to guard.
& yes, it’s nice that someone has obviously been sending anime comic books or shows to King Arthur’s tomb.
I had forgotten it was a glaive (and yeah, I finally settled on glaive after looking at some pictures) and wrote ‘halberd’ in this chapters, which is where the ax head came from.
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I’ve often wondered when reading superhero stories (web or comic), why the absolute, unrelenting opposition to killing? I know it’s not something you want to encourage, but cops shoot to kill, and so do soldiers, but as soon as you get super powers and fight people that can destroy entire cities, NOW it’s un-heroic? What will they do if they ever come up against a case where it is literally ‘Them-or-us’? Sacrifice their life or the lives of innocents so they don’t have to kill? Or will they never face a situation like that because it will never be written that way?
Soldiers and cops have public mandates, accountability, and TRAINING. Superheroes are private citizens with (largely) secret identities. You really don’t want random private citizens getting away with tons of murders without any of the discipline and training to tell when and where to apply it or how to handle it.
Also, frankly, given the past two years, its time for the cops to dial back on the killing too and soldiers aren’t being properly cared for when it comes to dealing with it.
Plus, given superpowers and the massive resources some of these people have, they have no excuse for not at least looking for alternatives. A cop or soldier isn’t bulletproof or the equivalent. And the likes of Batman or Ted Kord have more advanced armor than public funds will get and thus don’t have the self defense justification most of the time.
Finally, I am not sympathetic at all the killer ‘heroes’ like Punisher of Cable. They’re villains who happen to kill people society is cool with murdering.
Nothing to add. I just think you’re right.
I think there’s one other reason to be opposed to superheroes killing, related to everything you said. Because they are essentially private citizens who put themselves in harm’s way of their own free will without oversight, the entire nature of “self-defense” is a murky concept with superheroes. If someone breaks into my house with a gun and I kill him to survive, I think that’s morally okay. If I get attacked while walking to the subway, it’s the same thing again. If I go out looking for trouble (no matter how well-intentioned I might be) then it changes the situation drastically, because life-threatening dangers are not being imposed on me against my will. The dynamic is different when you SEEK OUT dangerous situations actively, with intent and forethought.
I totally agree with everything you said, though. I also think it’s worth noting that saying “superheroes shouldn’t kill” doesn’t necessarily mean “a single death causes me to judge a superhero to be a bad person.” If Batman knocks someone off of a roof to stop him from pressing the trigger that would set off a bomb, I wouldn’t be happy about the death, but I wouldn’t write him off as a bad guy, either. I think some people assume that anyone who wants superheroes not to kill is applying ridiculously judgmental standards, which is just…not true.
note: Not directing that as a barb at you, Kobin. Just observing something I’ve seen when the question came up in the past.
Anyway, to me the central question of any super-powered story/setting is: People get power. How do they use it? It’s one thing to kill in war or self-defense, but superheroes are operating on their individual (or small-group) ideologies. There’s a difference between a person or small group killing someone and a court system killing someone (when the courts work, at least).
Narratively, I also believe that stories tend to work better when death isn’t cheap (unless death being cheap is part of the point). If a “superhero” kills too often or a story contains too many deaths, then it ceases to hold the same dramatic weight. So, there’s that.
If random people can get away with killing you end up with an horribly dysfunctional society. For example, see Stone Burners where the author took that idea and ran with it.
There’s other options where heroes can get some sort of sanction for killing, but the stories either ignore the consequences or have some sort of oversight which you don’t normally associate with superheroes. Drew Hayes’ Super Powereds springs to mind.
It goes all the way back to golden age Superman and the very roots of the superhero genre as a twisted justification fantasy where the schoolyard bully beats up whoever they like and that makes them a hero. You see, they only beat up bad people (like those who think they’re so smart or like wrong things), and they don’t kill. Clearly heroic, right?
When your heroes start killing when necessary, it shifts the whole genre. You no longer have heroes, you have benevolent tyrants whose judgment you can’t opt out of and who answer to nobody. Note how this is the only difference between, say, JLA and the Authority.
Actually, in the Golden age, they Looooooved killing. Batman killed a dude by punching him into acid in his very first comic. Flash let a bunch of villains get gassed, then ran the other off a cliff. Thou Shalt Not Kill only really came into effect during the Silver Age when superheroes got a retool into gee-whizz sci-fi stories with an undercurrent of the betterment of society (as a contrast to the Golden Age’s tendency to kill their way out of their problems.)
Also, Superman was invented by two Jewish kids as an outlet to dream up someone who would protect them from the many, MANY people who bullied THEM. The people he beats up in Action Comics 1 are: a wifebeater and some dudes who kidnap Lois. Now if you want to get into the kidnappings he commits (binds and gags a murderer to take her to the governor in order to prevent an execution, picked up and carries the governor’s butler when he isn’t allowed to see the governor, picks up and carries away a lobbyist who is implied to be trying to legally trick the US into entering WWII on the Axis side)… I have no idea where he was taking that last guy. Massive, festering corruption isn’t illegal in congress.
Sorry Mazzon, but your analysis is incorrect.
Also, it’s weird that this is the story that triggered this conversation because the Angel attacked those dudes out of spite. This was a villain killing other villains.
Unless the issue is the Descendants working to save them. In which case, this isn’t any different from what police (are supposed to) do. If you shoot someone and they’re down but alive, you call an ambulance. You don’t for example, leave them in the middle of the street for four hours while you go make up some story about being attacked by the Incredible Hulk and warding him off with your standard issue Gamma bullets.
>expanding mas of black heat
No mas! No mas!
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Not a typo – but it’s amazing Alexis never experimented enough to find a basic limit like that. Well, I guess she isn’t a guy.
From the constructs the Angel created though, assuming it wasn’t part of a spell, accounted for enough
Either lose ‘From’ or change ‘accounted’ to ‘there was’ IMO. Or something like that, it doesn’t quite scan.
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To be continued when I’ve dealt with an overexcited puppy.
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Just finished a full binge through your archive, and man, what a place to wind up. Excellent stor(y/ies), completely baffled how you keep them all straight. I’ll be adding The Descendants to my reading list, keep up the great work!
Typos-
“The one commands”–> should be “This”
“E didn’t care”– > should be “He”
Also, not in this chapter, but this is sorta a recurring one throughout the archive, “bought”- – > should be “brought”