Ya Rabb, Punish The Wrongdoers With The Most Severe Punishment Both In This World And In The Next

Ya Rabb, punish the wrongdoers with the most severe punishment both in this world and in the next 🤲🏻

DPxDC Prompt

Danny runs a infinite realms exclusive blog where he writes reviews for summonings. inspired by the tags in this reblog

It turns out to be a very popular blog for beings capable of being summoned, and depending on your rating the reactions you get from entities vary. Danny is immensely young by the standards of the beings that are powerful enough to be summoned so they are very willing to be petty depending on how mortals treat the “baby”

It’s not noticed right away, it is subtle at first. But eventually it is Constantine notices when more and more entities begin to call him “soul whore” after his failed soul contract with the child soul king who called him that first.

Ra’s ends up getting left on read after over a hundred summonings of the lazarus king fail to end in a contract. He attempts to summon a different entity entirely and gets devoured by an eldritch god as punishment for harassing the “baby”

The batclan notice something odd when after getting offered up to a demon king as sacrifice, they are FREED by said demon and released as the demon says “Red bird favored by the child of death, you may call upon me in you time of need should you ever require it”

To say Tim is confused is an understatement as the rest of the batclan attempt interrogate any information out of him that will even begin to explain.

DP Prompt

   Danny died, electricity in his veins, cold on his lips, scream in his lungs. 

   Danny lived, frost in his hands, cries on his tongue, scars on his skin. 

   He told his friends he didn’t remember it. That it all went dark, that one moment there was a jolt and the next he was waking up to their worried shouts and pleas. He told them he didn’t remember anything. 

   Danny lied. 

   For just a few moments, between the whine of lightning, the chill of metal, the stench of burning flesh, for just a few scant moments, he saw it. The vision is seared in his mind, dancing on his eyelids the moment he closes his eyes. 

   For just a moment, he was something more than a body of flesh and bone. For just a moment he witnessed the cosmos, the sky opening up to welcome him, of starlight dancing below his skin and newborn moons floating in his chest. 

   For just a moment, he sees all that has been, all that will be- the dark, the light, the beginning of worlds as they boil and cool, the end of it all as suns explode and blackholes devour. For just a moment, he dances freely amidst the universe, flying between galaxy amidst blinks, despite never having done so. 

  For just a moment, he is something More, something far greater, before he comes crashing back down into the restraints of a body, of a confined form too small for him, human brain aching as it tries to understand despite knowing it could not. 

   And now, staring at this Other, this ghost that is not, with a form that shifts and changes beyond what his human eyes can perceive… 

   For a moment, Time looks at Space, and Danny? He looks back.