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Thoughts on Zatanna’s Arc

Not going to lie, Zatanna’s arc is my least favorite so far. The pacing feels slow and the character focus is disjointed. 

I wish Traci and Mary were cut out. They don’t add anything and they take away screen time from more important characters like Zatanna, Doctor Fate, Klarion, and Child. Khalid is the most interesting but mostly because I did some research on who he is in the comics. 

I’m close to wanting Phantom Stranger and Jason Blood/Etrigan, though they could work as smaller note characters. 

Zatanna, Doctor Fate, Klarion, Child, and Vandal should be the core cast of this arc. 

I’m going to be optimistic and hope that this arc will have a great or even good ending, yet my hope is slowly dwindling with each episode coming out. 

Village of Shadows - Ch. 3 (Dark!DC | Resident Evil 8)

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Summary: Trapped in the castle with Diana, can you escape a demi-god and get back to Constantine?

Warnings: Horror elements, forced kiss, violence, guilt

CHAPTER 3 - The Lady Diana

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I had to get out of here.

Swinging like meat on a hook was not on my to-do list today so I did the only thing I could and started moving my legs to get some momentum. Higher and higher, I swung until I grabbed onto one of the hooks and started trying to use the point to saw the ropes.

It took me so long to even get some fraying on it but I lost my grip halfway through and ended up spinning as I fell away from the hook. My sawing had done enough though because the rope unravelled with my weight pulling against it and I hit the carpeted floor hard. I landed on my left wrist and there was a sharp pain up my forearm but I didn't think I'd broken it.

I tried pushing up using my left hand and there was a grating feeling in my bones as I got to my feet but I was okay. I was alive.

I tiptoed to the door and opened it a crack, looking into the corridor which was completely empty. If I could just get to a ground floor window, I could get outside to John and we could go find Arthur Curry together.

I wasn't stubborn enough to think I could do this alone any more. I was well out of my depth.

The Great Crisis had brought over different versions of Earth's superheroes; twisted versions, jaded versions. A huge war had taken place in Greenland, a battle royale between the heroes and their villainous counterparts but nobody knew who had won. For all humanity was aware, the twisted versions were pretending to be their more heroic personas.

It was clear to me, as I snuck down the corridor and stuck to the velvet carpeting to muffle my footsteps, that Wonder Woman, Batman, Aquaman and Superman were not the original heroes. I'm guessing they had recruited Joker and Harley Quinn along the way.

“Where the hell do you think you're going?” Cassandra looks out at me from an open doorway where she's reclining on a chaise.

“Shit,” I breathe before making a run for it.

Trying to outpace an Amazon was incredibly futile but I tried it anyway. When she got close, I ducked into what seemed to be a dressing room where a huge mannequin was clad in Diana's armour. I barely had time to pay it any attention before my panicked brain thought it would be a good idea to jump out of the window to avoid Cassandra's grasp.

“Don't you dare!” she notices what I mean to do. “She'll be so cross with you!”

“Fuck her,” I climb out onto the little balcony. “She's using my son as a bargaining chip.”

“Get back inside and we'll talk it out,” she doesn't attempt to follow me and I'm not sure why. I'm an easy enough target out here. “Don't be an idiot.”

“Come get me then,” I test my theory.

“This is ridiculous,” Cassandra hisses but she doesn't make a move still.

“Why are you....is it the sunlight? You can't come into the sun? Are you not this universe's Cassandra?”

“Clever little thing,” Donna has caught up, clapping her hands sarcastically. “Helios' curse was absolute when Diana tried to directly steal the sun's power for Kal-El.”

“And now you can't be in the sun. Like vampires.”

“Don't call us vampires. Vampires are dreadful creatures,” Yara has appeared from nowhere and nearly made me lose my balance on the narrow ledge with the shock of it.

“But you can't stay out there forever, little mouse,” Donna smiles. “The sun will set soon.”

I look to the horizon, seeing I probably had a couple of hours of light left. I may have the advantage now but shortly I would have all the Amazons after me.

“Then I'll just have to get away quickly,” I look back over the ledge and see a pond.

It was a risky move to jump in there when I didn't know how deep it was but it might be better than potentially breaking my ankles in a straight fall to the ground. The issue was that if I dropped into the water, the gun John had given me might be rendered useless.

I got it out of its hiding place and the Amazons recoiled at the sight of it, fleeing the room. I guess whatever magic lay within it repelled them quite violently.

I threw the gun to a safe place before taking a steadying breath, thinking of the reason I was doing this and then stepped out into the air. It felt so much higher than I'd calculated as I fell. I hit the water at a strange angle, sideways on and I was sure my whole right side was going to be bruised from the slapback of the water.

I struggled to the ledge and pulled myself out, grabbing the gun again. I was shivering with the cold but at least I was away from Diana's minions. Unfortunately I was still in the castle, smack in the centre in some type of courtyard. I didn't know which way to go to get out of here.

I picked a door I thought would take me more in the direction of the village but I dumped my coat that was trailing water everywhere so I wouldn't leave so many tracks. I wasn't about to give up my shoes though if I needed to make a run for it.

I ended up having to press myself into an alcove when I heard footsteps but the darkness hid me as Diana herself strolled by to pick up a ringing phone.

“Ah, Bruce,” she sounds exasperated. “What is it?....Yes I'm aware...I know Kal-El is expecting-...look, you're the one who failed to kill the mother. I have her here in the castle and she may be running around but she won't get far. There's something odd about her though...mhm hmm, maybe you can come by and test her DNA. It's not exactly right...do you think Kal-El already knew?...He never likes telling us the whole story...no, I have it handled...oh Bruce, don't start.”

She hangs up the phone in annoyance before straightening up, still turned to face the table where the phone is.

“My dear,” she says to the air. “I know you're hiding there. You're not very good at breathing quietly.”

I keep silent in case she's bluffing to draw me out but when she spins and looks right at me, I know I'm caught again. She doesn't seem annoyed though, she just smiles.

“I like your gumption,” her eyes are crinkled with warmth. “Precious few escape my daughters.”

“Keep them away from me,” I'm trying to look for exits but I know whatever version of Wonder Woman this is, she'll be faster than I can see.

“They can be a little rough around the edges but we're not used to visitors,” she nods sagely. “Come with me here. I'll get you some tea. You look frozen.”

This is a bad idea, a terrible idea but I had no other choice. If I revealed John's gun, she would snap it into pieces before I even fired a shot off. I had to catch her completely off guard for that and I'm not even sure it would work against her.

“That would be nice, thank you,” I try politeness and Diana beams before opening a door to a sitting room where she stokes a fire and I try to dry off as she fetches tea.

I make sure she pours from the same teapot and drinks first so I know it's not poisonous before relishing in the bitterness cut with lemon of what I think is Earl Grey.

“You really want him back, don't you?” she muses. “Your boy? Even if it costs you your life?”

“Yes,” I answer succinctly.

“You will die if you continue,” she says bluntly, leaning back on the plush sofa. “I think that is a waste of the fire in your soul. My offer was very fair, more than fair. You'll get immortality, you'll get to visit your son, you'll get training from one of history's greatest warriors.”

“And Helios' curse too?”

“Clever,” her mouth upticks. “Yes, that would be given in the exchange.”

“No thank you. I'm going to take my son and go home, back to my old life.”

“A life that bores you. We've been watching you for some time...well, Kal-El and Bruce have. You hate your job, want a different lifestyle.”

“Who doesn't? That doesn't mean anything. You took my husband away from me and now you have my son and I'm not leaving this place until I get him.”

“Then you won't leave,” Diana stands up, looming over me before bending down and caging me on the sofa between her arms. “I can kill you. I can kill you very easily or I can make you a pet but I am giving you the chance to have a life you can be proud to live.”

“A pet?” I really don't like the sound of that.

“A companion, really. See, I like all kinds of people,” her lips brush against my cheek. “Especially sweet little girls who try to be brave. I used to have a pet before you but I got too carried away and she was rather fragile.”

“I'm not being your-” I don't finish the sentence because her hand wraps around my neck and I can feel the sheer terrifying strength in her fingers.

“You will be whatever I say you will be if you don't accept my offer. Now...kiss me and thank me for my generosity.”

The scariest kiss I had ever been a part of was with this woman who was so strong she could flex her hand and crush my entire neck without much effort. When she deepened it, I wasn't exactly going to argue back or insult her so I pretended she was my husband but the softness was so unlike him that it was difficult to sustain the fantasy.

“Beautiful,” she murmurs. “Now, you have something to say to me?”

“Thank you for the kind offer, Diana.”

“You're very welcome,” she lets go of my throat before moving to a wooden chest at the back of the room and drawing out some dresses. “Now, you must change. You're shivering and the water in the pond is quite stagnant so we don't want you wandering in dirty clothes.”

“You want me to...change here?” I balk.

“Is there a problem?” she smiles serenely. “Do you believe you have something I have not seen before?”

I knew I didn't have any choice here so I stripped in the quickest fashion I had ever done before getting into the dress and doing my best to hide the gun in the dropped clothing. The dress had a lot of straps along with the fabric that I didn't know where they went so my plan to not give her much of an eyeful was rapidly falling apart. Diana had to help me tighten things, pull things into place and I figured out the strapping acted like a bra after my boobs were suddenly hoisted up and supported.

“The scars of motherhood,” Diana had run her fingers over my stomach where stretch marks still lay. “A proud visage indeed.”

The wildest thought ran through my head that maybe she had a thing for mothers from the licentious way she was looking at me and touching my skin. I don't imagine she'd come across many since most of the village had been eaten by Lycans.

“So what now?” I ask.

“Now you tell me whether you will become a daughter, a pet or a corpse,” she adjusts my half dry hair. “Oh such a stubborn expression. Perhaps this will loosen your tongue.”

The famous golden lasso fell around me and I'm panicking, hoping she won't ask if I have any help.

“Tell me what you intend to do,” she compels me.

“Get out of here and get my son.”

“And how will you do that?”

“Find Constantine and take down Arthur Curry if I have to.”

“Constantine,” she hums. “What is your relationship with Constantine?”

“He saved my life once. We fucked the entire weekend and then he ghosted me. Only just met him again today.”

“You've had sex with him?” she raises an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

“You don't seem the type to fall for his 'bad boy' fake persona.”

“You don't really know me.”

“No, but I'm going to,” Diana laughs. “Tell me your darkest secret.”

I tried to resist, I really did but it just bubbled up and exploded out of me, “I sometimes thought about John when I was with my husband, sexually I mean. The sex with John was so wild that weekend that it stuck with me.”

It was an awful feeling to get that out into the open, like a huge betrayal of my marriage. My husband was a good man, a great father and he kept me satisfied but something about that weekend with John was so romanticised that it kept invading my fantasies at times. It was ridiculous, John was a complete ass, but it's easy to view the past with rose tinted glasses and especially when I was a lot younger then and had more energy to do outrageous things.

“That's perfectly normal,” Diana puts her palm to my cheek. “Good sex lingers in the memory. I can teach you not to be afraid of that. In Themiscyra, we never feel guilt for our sex lives. I could sweeten the offer of becoming my daughter if you wish; catch Constantine and chain him for your amusement?”

“That's barbaric!”

“From what I hear, he might enjoy it,” she takes the lasso off and starts winding it around her arm to make loops.

She's turned her back to go hang it up on a hook on the wall and I grab the wet clothing which has the gun hidden in it and I aim it through the fabric at her back before pulling the trigger.

I wasn't going to be her sex slave, I wasn't going to be her daughter, I wasn't going to let her enslave someone else to keep me compliant. I didn't know if this would even work but the bullet ripped through the fabric and buried itself just under her shoulder blade.

For a horrible few moments, I thought it had done nothing, that she was going to rip me apart for trying but there was an odd flash within her body, like sunlight and, when she turned to me, I saw the huge exit hole where her heart should be. The revolver had evidently done something.

“You....” she's struggling to stand.

I don't think it's a kill shot but it's certainly enough to slow her down and I wasn't going to wait to find out what these bullets actually did. I bolted out of the room as quickly as I could, fleeing in the dress that fanned out behind me in swathes.

Down a set of stairs, into another corridor, to the left and down another set of stairs until I hit a set of double doors that were stuck fast. I could see out of the musty windows that this was one exit out of the castle but I think the doors were locked and I'm not sure I could afford to waste bullets shooting the mechanism out.

“GET BACK HERE!”

The shout is so loud it leaves my ears ringing. Diana is nearly upon me, clear murderous intent in her eyes. She's bleeding from the gunshot but I think it's only causing her to struggle. She was still fast and she was still very dangerous.

In a blur, she's flanked by Donna, Cassandra and Yara. All of them are advancing upon me as I desperately try the door again.

“Nowhere to run, mouse,” Donna taunts.

“Such a bad girl,” Cassandra tuts.

“You're really going to pay now,” Yara grins.

“You will stop this now and come with me,” Diana's fury is still masked by a calm demeanour. “It is impressive you caught me unawares, more impressive still you found something that can hurt me but the game is over now. You will submit or you will die but whatever you do, you will never see your fucking son again.”

There's still sunlight outside, the rays struggling to get through the dirt on the window and I pick up a side table and use the legs to smash it out, letting the light pour into the room. That stops them for a second while I clamber out of it but I yelp as Donna grabs hold of my leg, keeping me in the shadow of the atrium.

Using my bodyweight, I lean further out and her hand hits the outside air, the direct path of the sun and she screeches, smoke starting to billow out of skin and I grasp her wrist, yanking her with me as I fall onto the ground outside.

In a hissing series of screams, Donna turns to ash, flames consuming her from the inside out. I'm not wasting time though, too concerned that if I don't deal with Diana now, it'll haunt me later down the line. So I grab an axe from a woodcutter's log nearby and I Shining the hell out of the double doors.

Whack after whack until the lock is splintered and I kick the door in, letting the sunset spill into the castle.

“Diana!” Cassandra and Yara wail, getting a face full of UV rays.

“What have you done?!” Diana is starting to smoke. “My daughters!”

“Now you know how it feels to have your family taken, you fucking bitch!” I don't know where the bravery is coming from but it evaporates rapidly when she charges out of the door at me.

I think I made a really pathetic scream as I run backwards but that pretty face is already burning down to the bone and she collapses in front of me, particles of her floating off into the breeze.

I'd just killed Wonder Woman.

What I noticed in the ash was a golden key on a chain that was unburnt and I picked it up gingerly, looking at the 'W' pattern on the head of it. I had no idea what it was for but I slipped it around my own neck in case it would be useful in the future.

Now I'd stopped feeling like I was going to have a heart attack, I stumbled down a nearby tunnel, shivering in the wind, where a sign was pointing me back to the village. John was somewhere around but I'm sure he'd likely find me on the journey to visit Arthur Curry.

When the tunnel eventually opened out, I seemed to be at some kind of sacred site. Standing stones in a circle with a central dais and there were several gates branching off from this location. I could see the village behind one.

“Weary traveller, you seem lost and you certainly are not dressed for frost.”

The voice makes me spin around, shakily pointing the revolver at a giant...I'm not really sure what it was. It was very tall, hulking, a kind of plague green with webbed ears and red eyes but it was dressed impeccably. The rhyming speak was the least weird thing I could say about it right now.

“Put that away, I am your friend, a path to you I can recommend. You seek to find your youngling kin, I can offer help therein. I appear as not the form of man, I am the demon Etrigan but fear not, fair maid for I am kind, I think our goals are thus aligned. I have been asked to intervene by the dark arts master Constantine.”

“John asked you to help me?!” I lower the gun which is probably a naïve mistake but this...demon, could have already killed me by now.

Etrigan nods before giving me a dagger, “To meet no end that's terribly tragic, I give this dagger imbued with magic. You might think the design to be quite odd but John tells me this can kill a god. A count of weapons, you have more than one, should your bullets run out in that magic gun. And so I set your course quite straight, the key on your neck is for that gate.”

He points a claw to one that's next to the village gate but I can tell by the graffiti on the rocks behind it that the Joker and Harley Quinn probably resided there.

“No, I need to get to Arthur Curry,” I turn back to him.

“I know you want to disagree but Joker holds the Atlantis key. You cannot progress along this quest, without you gaining Arthur's crest. So I shall bid you a fond farewell, I shall see you further in this hell.”

I look to the Joker and Harley's gate again and was just about to ask a question about whether Arthur had someone else's key but Etrigan had completed vanished.

“What the fuck?!” I dart around, trying to spot where he went but he was gone.

“Lass!” I hear John, he's by the village gate.

I go running over and see he's a little bit bloodied around the lip. I think he's sporting a gouge mark in his leg as well.

“Did you send a poetry demon to give me a knife or have I just completely lost it?” I ask as I get close to him.

“No, Etrigan's one of the good ones. He won't hurt you and if you entertain his medieval la-di-da bollocks, he'll do anything for you. What the fuck are you wearing, by the way? You look like an extra in Ben-Hur.”

“Diana put me in this when she caught me again.”

“I'd better go deal with her,” John muses, looking like he's dreaming up a plan.

“No need. I killed her and her daughters as well.”

“You....” John blinks. “Blimey. You were the biggest scaredy cat going when I first met you. You've grown some massive metaphorical gonads recently if you just took out Wonder Woman.”

“She said Arthur Curry has my son,” I carry on, ignoring his praise. “I wanted to go there next but Joker and Harley have his key according to Etrigan.”

“Aye, he'd know. He's been doing recon for me for a while here. Listen, asking you to stay away from a demi-god is one thing because Diana had a thing for strong mums but a psychopathic clown and his psychiatric nurse goon is something else. Those two will do a real number on you if you're not careful.”

“So come with me,” I take his hand through the bars. “I don't want to do this alone.”

“I can't,” John grimaces. “I'm the only thing keeping Superman off your back while you're doing this. He'd snap your neck in an instant if I didn't. You're gonna have to be brave again, for your little lad, for me. Can you do that?”

“I don't know,” I answer honestly. “But I have to try, don't I?”

“You can still walk away.”

“I'm not walking away,” I say quickly.

“You really are different,” John does a half smile. “More confident in yourself. Kinda sexy, really. I would kiss you but that's highly inappropriate right now.”

“If I'm going to die soon, may as well,” I nervous laugh. “Could be the last nice thing I ever experience.”

“Oh, kissing me is nice, is it?” he gets cocky.

“Don't push it.”

“Yeah yeah, alright,” he presses his face to the bars and I do kiss him.

It's a strange feeling after so many years of being with my husband, someone new who technically wasn't new. I know I should've felt guilt, my husband having not long since passed but I really felt like I was going to die on this journey and I'm sure I'd be forgiven for seeking even the tiniest bit of comfort in this absolute nightmare.

“You go get that key, lass,” John goes serious after we break apart. “I'll meet you back here when you do. We'll get your son back and if something goes wrong, something happens to you, I'll still save your son.”

“Why are you doing this, John?”

“Apart from the fact Superman can go fuck himself for stealing children for whatever plans he's got? Honestly? I've never forgotten that weekend we had. Best little bit of normality in me fucked up life. I know you think I'm a right twatmuffin for disappearing but I had me reasons and it were nowt to do with how much I liked you at the time. Me lifestyle is just...dangerous so I did the best I could to keep a nice bird like you away from that. You deserved a happy life and a happy family.”

“Oh....oh well that makes more sense now,” is all I can say.

John turns quickly on the spot like he's sensing something and two glowing discs erupt from the ends of his hands, teeming with symbols. He looks back over his shoulder.

“Supes is coming. Run. Run now!”

So I sprint to the Joker's gate, using Diana's key and slip inside. I watch John dash off back into the village, leaving me alone with a gun and a knife to take on the Clown Prince of Crime and the Infamous Harley Quinn.

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Village of Shadows - Ch.6 (Dark!DC/Resident Evil 8)

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Summary: Arthur traps you in his lighthouse and you wish you'd never sent John away.

Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon, Smut, Manipulation, Blackmail, Intentional grief triggers

CHAPTER 6 - The Price to Pay

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I thought I was going to drown.

I could see nothing as the light left my vision and I was thrashing in the pitch black as the grip on my ankle held fast. I wasn't able to shake it and, when I felt fingers adjusting their hold on me, I knew Arthur had found me already.

If his plan was just to kill me in the water, he was going to achieve it. I was woefully underprepared for a scenario like this.

Just at the point where I was seriously starting to panic, I heard a rushing in my ears and it felt like the water fell away from me, like my feet were now standing on something solid. I still didn't dare take a breath until there was a pat on my back.

“Take a lungful. I'm not interested in you being a corpse.”

When lights flickered on around me, I could see he'd pushed the water back, creating a little air pocket and I gulped down oxygen greedily. Arthur was sat on a rock in front of me, looking me over as I stood there, sodden and shivering.

“I'm not into Diana's style but gotta say it looks good when wet,” he grins.

“Because its f-f-fucking see through.”

“Hell yeah it is,” Arthur's gaze travels to my chest. “So, here to kill me too?”

“Not if you give me my son back. I'll just walk away. I'm not a hero.”

“No, you're not,” he stands up, approaching me and he quickly lunges, shaking the knife and the gun out of my dress whilst I nearly end up back in the water. “Because a hero would've shot me already. I'll keep hold of these and you can have them back once you've heard me out.”

“Heard you out? What do you-”

“Not here. Not much air left,” he gestures to the bubble we're in. “I'll take you back to my place but to do that, I'm gonna need you to get behind me and put your arms around my neck.”

He could've easily killed me by now so I knew he didn't have that goal at the forefront of his mind at least. I did as he asked, having no other choice if I wanted to get more answers.

The second I was in place, the water came crashing back around us, soaking me again after I'd just dripped all the excess off. There was a noise like a boom and then we were propelled forward so quickly I shut my eyes to protect them and clung on.

Arthur surfaced but the speed didn't decrease and I was sprayed constantly, getting a mouthful of lake water every time I tried to breath. He slowed down when we reached another cave that was filled with bioluminescent plants on the wall.

“Welcome to my crib,” he jumps out of the water with me still on his back and I ungracefully collapse onto the ground, not expecting it. “Mind the step, I guess.”

The entrance hall looks like Atlantis but I would swear the inside of his domain was like a lighthouse. I'm not entirely sure it wasn't as I saw a set of stairs winding around the outside. I don't remember seeing one when I came here but I have no idea where I am any more.

“Homely, right?” he watches me taking it in. “I'm not a flashy kind a' guy. I'm not Bruce.”

“I don't care. Just tell me what I want to know.”

Under my breath I whispered for Etrigan but I had no idea if I needed to shout him to summon the good-natured demon.

“Straight to the point. Man, I really dig you. Chicks usually want a life story. Here's the thing, babe, your kid's not here.”

“Diana told me he was.”

“He was and now he's not. I do know where he is though but I'm not givin' ya the secret for free. You'll need to give a little first.”

“Aren't you supposed to be trying to kill me on Superman's orders?”

Arthur laughs, sweeping his wet hair back and I think he's purposefully flexing his back muscles for me, “I don't do everything he says. There's no harm in you runnin' around this place. You're just a human for fuck's sake. Sure, you offed Diana but that was a lucky blow I think. I could've filled your lungs with water within five seconds of you stepping into my territory. You're not a threat.”

“That doesn't answer why you're not killing me.”

“You're hot, you're angry which makes you more hot and you're practically naked in front a' me. You can work it out, sweetheart.”

He wasn't hiding the fact he was interested, that was blatantly obvious. I just wondered what he was going to ask me to do.

“So here's the thing,” he starts when I don't answer him. “I'm really damn curious about how far a mother will go to protect her son. How much do you want to know where he is? What will you do for that information?”

Arthur circles me and I can feel the hairs on my arms standing on end. I felt like prey in that moment. He was just waiting to strike, looking for the weakness and he had my only chance of defeating him in his back pocket.

He stands right behind me, bending down to talk quietly into my ear, “Would you fuck the man who killed your husband?”

“You told me Lycans killed him.”

“I lied,” he chuckles to himself. “No, I gave the killing blow and then, then I threw his body to the Lycans to chew on. It's good for their teeth. They don't have much of a dental plan.”

“You...” I felt like all my energy just drained through the floor and I was left as a hollow, haunted husk.

“Me,” he pets my head softly, kissing me on the cheek whilst I stand like a statue. “All me, babe. He did put up a good fight though, I wasn't lying about that. Dude had some moves but not enough to keep him from being skewered. Just before he died, he said you'd come for the kid. He begged me to leave you alone, direct you anywhere but the village. I said no. I said I'm taking your boy and I'm gonna fuck your hot wife when she gets here and I intend to keep my word.”

“You fucking vile piece of shit!” I don't recognise my own voice it's so hateful and distraught.

“And this piece of shit just asked you a question,” Arthur's hand comes around to grip my neck. “Would you fuck the man who killed your husband to know where your son is? Now I'm not talking a bad lay here, I want you at your best. I want you to be into it and to know the person who took away your life partner is deep inside you. That's the only way I'm gonna tell you what I know.”

“I want more information than that,” I resist the urge to headbutt him or stamp on his foot. I just want him away from me. “If I'm debasing myself, I want to know where my son is and where Superman hides out.”

“Why Superman?”

“Because I'm going to kill him.”

It was hard to stand there whilst Arthur had a laughing fit but when he calmed down, he spun me around so I was facing him. I swear he had tears in his eyes from giggling so much.

“You really are something,” his warm hands feel unbearable against my chilled skin. “Fine. I tell you whatever you want to know. Do we have a deal?”

Etrigan wasn't coming, I would've seen him by now. John was sent away to keep Kal-El or Clark or whatever he went by at bay. I was entirely on my own against one of the most powerful beings in the world.

“Deal.”

I didn't expect to be thrown over his shoulder but he started walking up the stairs with me. Around and around it went until I was dizzy and disorientated but the final ascent opened out into a room with an enormous bed and a fireplace where the windows showed me a view that confirmed I really was in a lighthouse.

“Stay there,” he grunts before lighting the fire. “I'm not into fucking cold chicks.”

“Too much like the dead for you?”

“You got a smart mouth for someone who breaks easily,” he raises an eyebrow. “Now get over here and show me how much you want to find your kid.”

So I crossed to his side, flames warming me a little where they caught my legs and I tried to pretend Arthur was someone else before I snaked my arms around his neck and kissed him. It was impossible to keep the fantasy going when he was so vocal though. I had to keep my disgust to myself.

“You really hate me, don't you?” he looks amused as he pulls back. “I can feel it through the kiss. Channel it, sweetheart.”

So I did. This whole thing hinged on me making this believable enough that he'd keep his side of the bargain.

I got rougher, nails raking his chest a little as he responded by grabbing a fistful of my hair to keep me close. His other hand explored down to my ass, squeezing as he hummed his appreciation into my mouth.

I slid to the floor, getting out of his grip before readying myself, and drying myself more in the firelight, to undo his pants that were sticking to his thighs.

“Eager, huh?” he helps me get them down to his ankles before shuffling them off. “You can't rush me. If I don't feel like I'm getting my deal's worth, the deal is off. Take your time.”

It was much easier from down here to ignore Arthur, to close my eyes and mouth up his inner thighs, working him into impatience just like I used to do with my husband. His hands nearly went for my face a few times to drag me to where he wanted me to be but he held off as I finally took his cock between my lips.

“Oh yeaaah,” he groans, watching me sink down the length until I hit my limit and then I push a little further. “What a shame your husband won't ever get to feel this again. Fuck, you're so good.”

Every trick I'd ever learned came out. Where to lick, when to hollow my cheeks, how to take him right to the base. I could feel him twitching in response, a string of curse words at his lips.

“I'm not blowing my load in your mouth, get up,” he's nearly snarling as he yanks me to my feet, stripping me out of the Amazon dress, ripping the straps when they proved too finicky for him. “Love the body. Still a little cold, huh?” his fingers brush over my pebbled nipples. “I'll warm you up.”

I'm shoved backwards, stumbling until I fall on the bed and Arthur gets on the ground in front of me before diving between my legs. I wasn't counting on him trying to pleasure in me in any kind of way so I let out a squeak of surprise as his tongue started delving into me.

“Oh, babe,” he looks up at me, a wicked glint in his eye. “You think you weren't gonna get some? Unfortunately for you, I kinda like the idea of you getting off with your husband's killer. I mean that has to be a mindfuck, right?”

I say nothing but I get a handful of his hair and drag him back to me so he'll shut up. I'm not sure how much more I can listen to before I flip out and try to attack him, albeit fruitlessly.

So I lie back, I let him start flicking and sucking at my clit, I let my mind wander and I'm more pissed than anything that the image it conjures up is John. After everything he's admitted to, my brain still wants to put him front and centre in my daydreams.

I can't hold on to the fantasy of my husband, like the memory of his face is trickling away and I have no idea why. I'm not sure which appearance is worse right now, Arthur's or John's so I open my eyes to look out of the window and I see Etrigan clinging to the side of the lighthouse. He just puts a finger over his lips and then taps the window to show something shimmering, like a barrier he couldn't get past.

When he starts muttering and when the image of John gets clearer and more vivid as I close my eyes again, I know what's happening. Etrigan thinks he's helping by giving me a daydream of someone he believes I'm still on good terms with, had history with.

Instead I'm trapped in a nightmare between the man who murdered my husband and the man who pretended to be my husband.

“Fuck, you're squeezing my fingers so hard,” Arthur remarks and I'm not even sure when he slipped some into me. “Come on, babe. Cum on my face. I know I'm gettin' ya there.”

And he was and I knew if I held off that he wouldn't stop until I came so I surrendered to the feeling, the building pressure, the shaking of my thighs until I got lost in the pleasure and the whisper of John's voice that Etrigan had morphed over Arthur's.

“There's a good lass. Fuck, I love that sound.”

It took Arthur no time at all to fully deposit me on the bed before he was in between my legs and pushing into me, a death grip on my jaw so I couldn't look away but I was seeing a half blended face right now of him and John. It was confusing enough that it helped, in a weird way.

Arthur took it slow, slow enough that I felt the drag of his cock with every thrust. He wanted to prolong this as much as possible I think.

He caught me looking out of the window and spotted Etrigan. There was the wave of his hand and a plume of water from the lake outside blasted my demon friend away from me and whatever sort of reprieve he was trying to give me was gone. There was only Arthur and I now.

“No one's gonna help you,” he does a dirty grind which has me twitching from oversensitivity. “And remember our deal. No zoning out on me. Present and accounted for, babe. You do wanna see your son again, right?”

“Oh fuck you,” I snarl, tired of his needling.

I move to flip him over and he lets me. If I'm going to have to pretend to enjoy this, I'm going to take the lead. So I start rolling my hips and body in a messy kind of rhythm that has him grabbing onto my hips and ass, fingers digging in.

“Yeah, you ride me,” his head tips back as he savours the pleasure. “I bet it's better dick than your husband gave you. Make the best of it.”

If only I was a meta-human. If only I could reach down and squeeze the life out of him. I could throttle his fucking neck.

“Go on,” his eerie coloured eyes latch onto mine. “I saw your fingers curl. You wanna choke me? Go ahead and try. I'll give you that freebie.”

So I do, because I was angry and aroused and angry at myself for being aroused. I took it out on Arthur in both fucking and strangling and the bastard loved every second of it. I realised about a minute into constricting my hands around his throat that his cock got harder and he was softly groaning.

I let go immediately as he starts laughing.

“What's the matter, babe? That was heaven. Oh fuck, the look on your face...just makes me wanna...”

I'm twisted, on my side as my leg is yanked up and over his shoulder as he drives back into me. He's pawing at my breast as he ruts, starting to get sloppy in his pacing and I'm bent at such an angle when he finally finishes in me that I get a faint orgasm of my own that I hope he didn't notice.

“Whew! Goddamn!” Arthur whoops as he pulls out. “I knew you'd be fun. Angry chicks always are.”

“The deal-”

“-Yeah yeah,” he waves my upcoming question away. “Boy's with Bruce. We move him around when you get too close. He's set up a replica of Wayne Manor on the opposite side of the ritual site. As for Superman, he doesn't have a territory, he wanders between ours.”

“So I have to go and speak to the person who tried to kill me first in a death gauntlet? Fine.”

“Who said anything about you leaving?” Arthur stretches out with a satisfied grunt. “I just said I'd give you information.”

“You...”

“Penny's dropping, huh? Oh yeah. Big smart godkiller can't work out when she falls into a trap. You can't swim outta here without me. You'd drown before you got out of the tunnel. You can't climb outta the lighthouse because our universe's Zatanna enchanted the windows before Superman snapped her neck. You're stuck here, babe. Get comfortable.”

“You're just going to keep me here?!”

“Yeah. You fuck like a champ and I need a lotta stress relief dealing with the Bat,” he shrugs. “Plus I probably put a kid in ya so you won't need to go running after yours soon.”

“I'm not a breedable fucking Rapunzel! You can't lock me in a tower!”

He leans up on one elbow before winking, “I can do what I want. You'll learn to like me, sweetheart. I'm clearly the best option you could've landed with. Anyhow, can't gossip like a fishwife all day, right? Stay there, get warm and there's beer in the fridge. I need to check in with the big man.”

Arthur just ups, redresses and leaves me, taking my weapons with him. I run to the stairs, watching him as he descends to the bottom and I hear a splash as he sets out into the lake again.

I just end up crumpling by a window, calling out for Etrigan again and again with the bedsheets wrapped around me haphazardly. I finally saw the fin of his ear as he scaled the wall again and I pushed the window out to the limit of the barrier so I could hear him.

“My lady I did try my best, to put your troubled mind at rest and give you pleasant dreams of John and your memories to dwell upon. I know you have an intimate past so I tried to make your spirit holdfast but Arthur is a devious man and the magic here did spoil my plan.”

“I know you did all you could,” I reassure him because he looks furious at the state of me. “The lighthouse is blocked off by magic and you can only get out through the lake but I'd drown before I was able to swim free. I need you to get John. I need you to tell him what's happened to me because he's the only one who can get me out.”

“The hell-cursed magus is nowhere to be found, I could not see him when I travelled around.”

“Oh...we had a...we had a fight about something he did to me some years ago. Maybe he's just left me here,” I sit on the windowsill, feeling more dejected by the minute.

“If you think John has abandoned you my dear, then there is only air between those ears. I see the love within his heart and he would not so flippantly depart. I fear something more sinister resides here now and so to you I make this vow. I will search and find John Constantine and shall bid him to swiftly intervene. You will be free of Arthur Curry, so please, dear lady set aside your worries. I will do everything I possibly can and push the limits of Etrigan.”

“Thank you,” I place a hand on the barrier as he places one of his huge green ones on the opposite side. “Please hurry. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take.”

Etrigan just nods gruffly before disappearing from view. I close the window so it doesn't look like I've gone anywhere before going to the bathroom and getting in the shower, scrubbing myself until I was raw. Anything to get Arthur's touch off of me.

By the time he returned, I was half asleep over a sketched picture of my husband and son as I was reminding myself of the reason I was enduring so much physical and mental torture. I was able to keep my husband's face clear in my mind's eye now Etrigan wasn't here and I was indulging in some self torture remembering the shape of his lips as they curved into a smile, the crease of his eyes as he saw me in some outfit that made him happy or proud and the low tones of his voice as he'd tell me how much he loved me with such adoration that I've never heard from any partner before him.

I was caged in a constant loop of grief, guilt and despair as I remembered him, pined for my son, felt heartbreak at John's actions and revulsion at Arthur's. I wish Superman had never said anything but he knew exactly what he was doing when he sowed the seeds of discord between John and I; he wanted me isolated and wanted me as easy pickings for Arthur.

“Drawing pictures, huh?” Arthur rips the paper out from under me and studies it. “I got a better one for you if you want. Picture of your kid from two hours ago.”

“There's a catch,” I look up at him.

“Maybe you are smart,” he smirks. “How much do you wanna see the photograph?”

“Just do whatever you want to me.”

“Aww, that's no fun when you just give in,” he squats down next to me. “Come on, babe. Work with me here.”

“No.”

His expression hardens a little before he pulls out a set of photographs from his jeans pocket and goes over to the fire with them. I can see a sliver of one of them from where I am and I know it's definitely my son. The ache in my chest is unreal at that little glimpse of him.

“Last chance,” he dangles them above the flames whilst I battle with myself about what to do. “Alright then. Have it your way.”

“WAIT!” I yell before he lets go. “What do you want me to do?”

“Oh, so many things,” Arthur grins, storing them on the mantelpiece. “Let's get started.”

I guess Jason Blood looking pissed or smug?

uncle Jason

Infant Jason Blood from the JLU episode. We only saw baby etrigan.

This is my first time drawing a baby but I don't think he looks too bad, lowkey wanna squish his cheeks lol

In the middle of this, I was thinking “oh this would go good with a color palette”.

So presenting my take on the Cartoon Network palette.

@monochrome-night Thx for the inspo!

IT IS HE ✨✨💞

Someone is tailing the Blood Household…

This is a AU variant of @mobudenitz’s character! Go check out their original content!

"..rise the Demon, Etrigan"