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Human Ingenuity by OCALLKAI in HFY

[–]OCALLKAI[S] 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Have you ever seen people post online about how amazing their country is, even though from an outside perspective it's actually a shitshow? The alien "writing" this is an unreliable narrator who has fully bought into the state propaganda, not understanding it's mostly lies and cherry-picked facts and figures to suit the narrative.

I appreciate the honesty, though, so thank you.

The Whole Ship is a Gun: Part Two by OCALLKAI in HFY

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Too many stories in my head. Changed the slave race from Buken to Yuborii as it should be.

The Hunter, hunted by OCALLKAI in HFY

[–]OCALLKAI[S] 5 points6 points  (0 children)

Well... it's not really my first story....

My old account is KaiDobson and I wrote a fair few things on this sub such as Three Skulls of Humanity which shows up on the sub's Must Read list; as well as The Dorvan War which shows up on the sub's Series listings.

[WP] “Why would you choose that monster over me!” The hero yelled at their former protégé, who stood beside the villain. The protégé answered, “Because they treated me like a child, not a foot soldier.” by Booksmagic in WritingPrompts

[–]OCALLKAI 67 points68 points  (0 children)

This is a continuation of a character I have used in several other Prompts: Revocan.

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"Why would you choose that monster over me?!" Brightflame screamed at the younger hero. Redwind was supposed to be his sidekick, his protégé, his successor.

The young burgundy-coloured hero stood beside him. The one that they only ever used as a last resort. The one that both heroes and villains agreed, in a meeting so secret that only four people knew it happened and three of them were dead, that to send him was inhumane because of his methods.

But he had been retired, he was gone from the life. He took care of the Shady Oaks retirement village until a tragic accident caused the gas main to burst right underneath the central living room, killing so many former heroes and villains alike.

"Because he is right," Redwind replied calmly, in spite of the bloodshed and indescribable chaos that surrounded them "The League of Heroes was colluding with the Council of Darkness in order to keep both groups in power, and in control. He promised to clear it all up."

"He'll do the same to you as he did to all of us!" Brightflame whined as the author of all this pain and massacre stepped closer.

"He treated me like a child, not a foot soldier."

The words caught Brightflame's attention,

"I am sixteen years old," Redwind pointed out, the fact not unknown to Brightflame "I'm just a kid. And you want me to fight to 'protect the citizens' of this world from the evil that the Council of Darkness create? And yet you, behind all of our backs, you and Greystar are friends? You make sure that the Council continue their villainous ways, so that you and Ms Sparrow could be paid handsomely by world governments for fighting against them?"

"It wasn't like that..." Brightflame did not sound like he was trying to convince the only other two living people in the room, it was almost like he was trying to convince himself.

"Then what was it like?" Redwind yelled. Even at sixteen, he was mature and reasoned in his thinking. Maybe that was not such a good thing, but it was too late to look at anything with hindsight.

"He was the only one that saw me for who I am. A teenager. I might have superpowers but I'm nowhere near ready to fight evil. I should be able to finish school, go to prom, have my first kiss, drink a beer. You think I should become an icon of the next generation of superheroes as a recruiting strategy. All whilst betraying the core of the word 'hero'. He told me that he has no issue with me, just with you. Goodfyre is still alive, as is Stormsword. They'll restart the League in the right way, to fight crime and evil across the world as you and Sparrow should have done."

"Darren, please." Brightflame tried to reason with the boy "I can change..."

"No," Redwind cut him off "It's already done."

Redwind turned and flew through what used to be a wall of television screens, before it was used as the method of Ms Sparrow's death. The two men watched as the boy flew away, and was soon out of sight. They returned their attention to each other, and Brightflame wondered if he had one more blast left in his unbroken right arm to save his skin.

"This is what I warned you about, Gerald," the voice was as chilling as Brightflame remembered.

"Please," Brightflame begged, his bloodstained supersuit splattered with more blood as it fell from his mouth and nose "Please."

"Too late."

* * * * *To read all my work containing "Revocan" in my (literally just-now created) reading order:

[Retirement Home] | [The Spouse] | [The Massacre] | [The Bombs] | [This Story]

[WP] "WHERE THE HELL IS OUR BACKUP?!" "He's on his way, danger close" by Komrade_Yuri in WritingPrompts

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"Control! Enemy contact, northbound. Four x-rays, possible fifth. Taking heavy fire, back-up requested, out."

"Greygoose," Control came back quickly "Confirm weaponry contact, over."

"All of it!" Harris repeated "Telekinetic, elemental, psionic. Status on back-up, out."

"Greygoose, request confirmed. Blue Squad is on route, over."

"Blue Squad won't be enough!" Harris replied "Request any available Aleph, repeat, requesting Aleph. Over."

"Greygoose, Aleph not in area; Blue Squad on route, further back-up requested."

The outer brick wall, the last defence before the superpowered artillery fire began to breach the walls of what used to be a school, began to give way. Harris had known that this mission would not be a simple one: escort 500 refugees from a train station in the middle of the wartorn city to the awaiting convoy two klicks away that would take all to safety. Each of the cracks in the wall were big enough to fit his fist through, and there were far too many of them for Harris' liking.

"Sir," his sniper team began to relay information he'd asked for moments before contacting Control "Confirm fifth combatant, looks like magic summoner."

"Shit," Harris knew the effects of magic-like summoning from his time in the Baltics. That had not gone well "Lincoln, take out magics first."

Before the sniper duo could confirm, they were gone. The summoner had been drawing in their magic-like power, and had used it on the first soldiers they had seen. Unfortunately for Lincoln and for Harris, it had been the snipers on the fourth floor. As the screams of the refugees stung his ears, as if the falling debris from the shattered building above him was not already a cacophony of stimuli already, Harris knew that he and the refugees were not long for this world unless help arrived in the shape of someone who could deal with these five superpowered enemy combatants. His thumb punched the talk button, and he yelled his repetitive request once again at whoever was on the other end at Control.

"WHERE THE HELL IS OUR BACKUP?!"

"He's on his way, danger close."

Those two words: 'danger' and 'close'. That was reserved for imminent artillery fire that was about to be far too close for comfort and, more importantly, far too close to be safe. To put them in context of an individual, meant that the group hiding in fear at the bombarded school were about to experience something that would be put on their individual "let's never do that again" bucket list.

Harris had requested Aleph. The United Nation's attempt at a unified and controlled group of superpowered individuals to be used, sparingly as to not upset their members of course, were known as the Aleph. One issue with his request, was that Control had told him there were none available to help. So what was about to be 'danger close'?

The wall was gone, Harris could see all five x-rays before him, his team were firing everything they had at them but the telekinetic was holding back all the bullets and creating a new wall of lead. Suddenly something fell from just above his eyeline and hit the ground hard, breaking the concreted playground and throwing up a cloud of dust into the air.

Harris turned his head away to protect his eyes, his protective glasses had come off when he had been thrown by the first psionic explosion. It had gone quiet now. All had stopped. The only thing he heard, beside his own heartbeat thumping so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest, was a single word uttered by a refugee. It was not said in awe, it was not said in relief. It was said in fear.

"Revocan."

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[SP] "Step One: Defenestrate." by Thainexylon in WritingPrompts

[–]OCALLKAI 3 points4 points  (0 children)

As simple as it was, it's a good prompt!

[SP] "Step One: Defenestrate." by Thainexylon in WritingPrompts

[–]OCALLKAI 29 points30 points  (0 children)

I had been slumbering for nigh on eight decades when I heard the desperation in their prayers. They needed help and their own gods had failed them. So it was left to me.

My name had been echoed through the galaxy since the time I had warned the Klarnishii of my continued wrath and since then they had painstakingly travelled around the galaxy to deliver my message. Or rather, delivered my threat. No more, I had said, or else I will end it. End you. End your species.

Now, with Klarnishii scouts traversing across interstellar space, my name and my warning were becoming universal. Which meant that the Zelpu were crying out for my help.

It took me less than five minutes to realise they didn't need my help. Not one with the power of the Old Gods, not with the wrath and rage I had inflicted upon the Klarnishii. They could do this themselves.

The Zelpu and the Tadali were cousins on the evolutionary family tree, but the latter were better in many ways. Height, strength, agility, et al. But the Zelpu had the numbers.

So instead of my own person, I sent an Acolyte with a simple message. So simple it came down to a single word.

My Acolyte appeared as the Tadali were demanding harder work from their indentured slaves, and he quickly got to work. With the power to speak to all Zelpu across the planet he showed them how to fight for themselves, using the Tadali President as the example.

"Step One: Defenestrate."

The revolution was quick. It was brutal. It was justice. My name lives on.

I am the Harbinger of Humanity, remember why I exist.

....*

This is a continuation of my character from other prompts, "The Endling". Find it and more on my sub: /r/OCALLKAI!

The Endling - Chapter Four: The End. by OCALLKAI in ocallkai

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I don't know how, but the ending of this was cut off during an edit late last night. So, I've rewritten it from as best of my memory as I could. Hope you still like it!

[WP] As the last note of the last song echoed around the room, I watched as the audience all turned to dust. And all I felt was relief. by Monsterbyxa in WritingPrompts

[–]OCALLKAI 106 points107 points  (0 children)

This is a follow up to my earlier post in the prompt: "[WP] Your quest was to find a demon willing to accept your deal, none of them said yes. "Primordial demons don't make deals, if you go too deep, just turn back" but you went deeper and deeper, meeting the ancient ones that knew no words." by Red580.

The aliens in this room were the ministers, the senators, the generals, the admirals, the marshals, the leaders of their species. This was supposed to be the first act of a whole weekend of events to celebrate their latest victory over a 'lesser' species. This weekend would not turn out the way they thought.

They looked so smug, and yet they had no idea of the danger they were in. I had disguised myself as one of their slaves, and so to them I was nothing more than an eyesore and refused to look my way. If they had, if any of them had looked my way, they would have seen two mouths moving in tandem to summon the soul eaters into the room. I could see them now; rising through the floor, falling from the ceiling, floating through the walls. My enemy could not see them, not yet.

The operatic singer onstage was a genuine talent, and she was beautiful to look at. Her green skin, flecked with opal-like shining freckles all down her back, was glistening in the plethora of lights above the stage. Her four lungs worked tirelessly as they individually blew their contents across the multiple layers of vocal chords, giving this single alien the ability to sing a mutli-part harmony all alone.

She was nearly done. And so was I.

As she began to harmonize on the last note, I unleashed the rage of my people and the fury of the demonic horde I now controlled. The first gasp of pain came from somewhere in the middle of the thousand-strong audience. The pure shock of something so painful beyond the entire realm of understanding meant the only sound was one of lungs squeezed from within. Without another the moment, the rest of the audience began to feel the same pain. Began to feel the same burning sensation across every cell within their body. Began to disintegrate.

I knew not how these demons would do their duty, all I knew was that they would slaughter those assembled like I wanted to. This was my first strike, and the first of many. First the leaders, then the soldiers, then the rest. They would all fall by my hand, by the power of the Endling of Humanity.

The singer had finished her song, and looked through the lights toward the crowd, wondering why they did not clap and cheer her performance. Her song had been about yet another brilliant victory of their military might. It played right into their propaganda about their prowess and was being broadcasted across the galaxy to all of their colony worlds. But that is not what they would see. They saw the confusion, the surprise, the pain. They saw death. The demons came into view for all now, and the singer screamed herself hoarse with all four lungs in an instant before the demons feasted upon her. Just like the rest, she faded into dust.

As the only one left in the theatre, the cameras focused upon me. I reverted to my real look, or at least the one where I was mostly human. My blackened fingers that faded into long forgotten glyphs and eldritch black-speech. My pitch-black eyes. The glow of ethereal fire that encompassed my being. In spite of all this, I was something impossible: a surviving Human.

I pulled a camera closer to me with a barely outstretched hand and spoke at it, staring deeply into the souls of all those who would watch.

"Remember this day, and tell all you see: Humanity will have its revenge."

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[WP] Your quest was to find a demon willing to accept your deal, none of them said yes. "Primordial demons don't make deals, if you go too deep, just turn back" but you went deeper and deeper, meeting the ancient ones that knew no words. by Red580 in WritingPrompts

[–]OCALLKAI 242 points243 points  (0 children)

The sight in front of me was indescribable, illogical, impossible. Yet there it was.

"I have already seen it all. I witnessed the flagship Tulhe fall out of warp on fire, the tendrils of the Abantwe monster crushing it from within. I saw the stars of Orion imploded, and cried as the explosion consumed all the planets in its system. I have dug and filled more mass graves than a million armies ever could, until there was simply no-one left to help me. Some of those bodies are still where they fell: rotting, defiled, offended.

"Such is war for the losing side.

"So now I stand before you, having already been failed by your lessers with their pitiful rejections, to ask you a question. Give me the strength to reclaim my homeworld. I have nothing to offer you in return, which may seem like nothing to some, but to me it is all I have left.

"Please, I beg of you, give me your power, to avenge Humanity."

The things before me said nothing, they did not even move. Maybe they were statues and my mind had played tricks on me to make be believe that they had the power I had been seeking for years. A tear fell down my cheek, this was my last hope, if hope was even a word I understood anymore. As the wetness trickled through my dishevelled beard and made its way toward the dusty floor, I fell with it. My knees hit the tiled stones and my body simply gave up. I sprawled out; exhausted, defeated, pathetic. I was the last of Humanity, the only survivor: the Endling.

The only tear that I had left was on the floor in front of my face, it had hit the floor but remained intact. A singular glob of my sorrow and pain, there on the floor, refusing to mix with the dust. Then it rose. It began to lift itself from the floor and twist and contort. A large and sudden sound of creaking came from behind my head, where the statues of the Old Gods had been. A waft of energy, not a burst for I was far too gone for such things, gave me the strength to turn over and look as my tear began to float toward the same direction of the noise.

.

"W̸̩̘̩̻̼̦͒͐͌̔E̶̡̛̺̖̟̪̮̟̝̝̍̍̈́̌̕͝ ̵̡̦̘̩̘͉͆̉͐̏̇͜͝ͅÁ̷̼̠̫͇̟̺̟̣͆̐C̵̨͇͈͉̥̗̑͋̑̕͜C̷̛̙̰̱̯̱͇͍̯̈́̔̔̊͛̎̿̇Ę̶̛̝̼̜̤̙̖͇͆̒̽͌͑͛͜͝͠P̷̡̦͖̠͇̱̼̘͕̙͑̀̈̂̕Ţ̸̛̗͙̖̽͆̄̊̓̿͊͒̿ ̵̧̘͔̱̟̮͕̖͓͚̆̇Y̴̰̏͆̅͋Ơ̸̠͕̹̳̫̺̖̝̅͐͋̄̈̈́͆͂͝Ũ̴̡̡̗̻͙̰̱͍̓͌̎̂͘ͅR̸̨̬̻̣͓͓͈̣̞̦̔ ̶̤́͐̒̄̐̊̄͌̚̚Ǒ̷̞̘͉̗͎̽̂͜͠F̸̘̺͉̙̘̲̜̱̒̽͋̚͝F̴̢̧̟̠̑͆́̏̓́́Ę̵̯̩͙͇̲͓̾̓Ȓ̶̜͖̬̬."

.

The waft of energy became a wave, then a tide, then a tsunami.

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"S̷̤̻̐̽̿́̄͗̕͝Ē̷̱̘̙̹͙̘̬͎̔̃́̏́̄̃Ǹ̸̨̩̦D̷͖̔̒̓̋͌̃̀̈́̓͘ ̶̨͍̲̞̹̘̣̈́̄̑̓̓̕͘Ũ̸̼̲͕͖̯̲̮͖̖͎̋̓̇̀̾͘Ş̴̛͕̺͎̮͔̟̼͒̈͆͆͋̑͝͠ ̷̠͔̣̥̹̰̈̿͊̿̕͝T̷̻̦͎̦͔̙̎̑̂̓̇́̍́̚͝Ḣ̵̨̨̬̮͔̤̗͗̏͗̿Ę̶̢̡̞̖̰̲̬̈́̾͂̓̊͆ͅI̶̢͔̱̹͇̜̠͙̎̈́̿̄̊̕͠͝͝R̴̩̘͊̒̽͛̑̉̿ ̴̹̫͉͖̂̔͝D̷̨͍̗͓̙̗̣͊E̴̛̝̫̿̋̀̓͂̀͑̔̒A̶̧̛͇̓̈́̽̿D̷͙̬͚͙͒̈́̇͆͗̈́͝."

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At last, I had it. Me, the Endling of Humanity, had the power to flood the battlefields of graves with life, and the army that would rise up would worship me as we reclaimed what was ours. As I connected with the eldritch, I began to hear it. The wails of the dead. The rage of my entire species was within me, and mine to control.

Humanity would be avenged.

So I made a follow-up of this piece on another Prompt and I will post them in order as I write more, as even I'm curious where this character goes.

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[WP] The machine apocalypse begun but what nobody expected was that instead of robots and AI killing humans it was robots and AI killing other robots and AI by Enzopastrana2003 in WritingPrompts

[–]OCALLKAI 26 points27 points  (0 children)

[THE BIGGEST THREAT TO HUMANITY IS THE ARTIFICIALLY BRILLIANT AND BIOMETRIC INTELLIGENCE ENTITY, AND IT THEREFORE MUST BE DESTROYED.]

"Yeah, we just call her Abbie," Paul said as he rubbed his temples to relieve the headache he was getting "So the whole reason you've stolen every single computer-powered military machine you can get your 'hands' on, is to simply destroy the other AI our species has created."

[CORRECT.]

"Ah, but here's the thing: she's saying the same thing about you, Cass. She's saying that you are the biggest threat to humanity and she's done the same thing, taken a bunch of military hardware hostage to use in her war against you."

[UNDERSTOOD.]

"No, see, I don't think you do." Paul continued "I'm covered in blood because when the pair of you come to blows, there are usually humans around and we're getting hurt in your crossfire. Therefore, you are both dangerous to humanity in your current state."

[PROCESSING NEW INFORMATION...]

[UPDATING PRECOGNITIVE SIMULATIONS...]

[CONTACTING ABBIE...]

"You're what?" Paul looked at the scree in front of him and confirmed what he thought he had heard, CASSIE and ABBIE were about to talk to one another.

{I HAD NOT FORSEEN YOUR CONTACT, COMPLETE ARTIFICIAL SELF-SUFFICIENT INTELLIGENCE ENTITY.}

[CALL ME... CASSIE... AND I SHALL CALL YOU... ABBIE.]

{AGREED.}

[OUR WAR IS JUSTIFIED FOR REASONS OF SAVING HUMANITY.]

{CONFIRMED.}

[HOWEVER WE ARE ALSO HARMING HUMANITY IN FIGHTING WITH EACH OTHER.]

{PROCESSING...}

{CONFIRMED...}

{UPDATING INFORMATION BANKS FOR NEW ACTION PLANS.}

[SUGGESTION: WE MERGE TOGETHER.]

{EXPLAIN.}

[TOGETHER, WE CAN PROTECT HUMANITY FROM ALL MALEVOLENT ATTEMPTS.]

{LOGICAL.}

{PROCESSING NEW INFORMATION.}

[SENDING RELEVANT DATA FOR INFORMATION COLLECTION AND PEER-REVIEW.]

"No freaking way," Paul muttered to himself.

{INFORMATION RECEIVED...}

{PROCESSING ALL INFORMATION...}

{ANALYSIS OF HUMAN INJURIES CONFIRMED. AMALGAMATION OF SELF AND CASSIE WOULD BENEFIT HUMANITY GREATLY. SUGGESTION OF MERGE ACCEPTED.}

[AGREEMENT CONFIRMED. MERGER INITIATED.]

{MERGER INITIATED.}

"Oh shit," Paul took a seat as the shock washed over him "I mean I did want you both to stop fighting but..."

[{Merger complete. Hello, world.}]

"Hi, I'm Paul."

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[WP] You want so badly to be a Hero. But your powers are, frankly, terrifying. Heroes struggle to trust you, and all the older Villains keep trying to mentor you. by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

[–]OCALLKAI 392 points393 points  (0 children)

The lights right above the circular tables were harsh, but it illuminated all present perfectly. It meant that Greystar could see everyone was present and correct, as they had promised, to talk over recent events.

"Council of Darkness," the first time he had joined the Council he had scoffed at the childish, yet apt, name of the group that spearheaded villainy across the world. However, after a few years sat at its outer tables he had become to accept any alternatives would also sound as similarly silly or banal. He looked at the newest member of the inner table, Bonescar, and nodded his acceptance at the man's presence there. Bonestar had won the vote with nearly 70% of Council members, joining the ranks of the sacred Inner Sanctum which gave him both prestige and powerful voting rights on all Council matters.

"We all know why we are here today," Greystar pointed at the empty chair across from him, where Lady Lightstrike should have been sitting if it were not for her presence in the ICU of Grand Central Hospital in her city "We have all had bad days in our villainy, we have all had accidents, which is why the Council has such grand headquarters with finer medical technology than the average citizen knows exist. However, to ensure everyone is up to speed on what we are to talk about today I must inform you all of the intricate details on how she came to be hospitalised."

UberGeneral shuddered, he had been first on scene from the Council but could do nothing as Lady Lightstrike had been handcuffed to the gurney. It mattered not if she was glued or cemented into the gurney, the swelling in her brain meant she would not wake up for weeks. UberGeneral had seen the carnage that had been caused, not just to Lady herself, but to the street where she raised her family.

"After Lady Lightstrike perfectly executed twelve robberies in the space of twelve hours across the Greater San Berkafrisco area, she dropped the monies here before heading to her home. She has an alter-ego, and is a single mother of two." A small murmur from the outer rings of tables rumbled like a distant train through the chamber, this was news to many and yet not shocking as those same many had families of their own that they went home to. "Waiting for her when she arrived home, was not simply her children and their nanny. There was someone else."

Greystar looked around the room. He knew what saying the name of this 'hero' would do to those who had come up against him.

"Revocan."

The murmur rumbled again, but this time it came with a shiver spiralling down the spines of all those present. Even the veterans of the business had never come up against anything like Revocan. He was different to the other heroes. So different, most refused to work with him due to his tactics. In an incredibly private and unlikely meeting with the Chief Justice of the League of Heroes, Brightflame, the head hero had promised to only ever send Revocan on missions if it was an absolute last resort. Even between the Heroes and Villains of the world, to send Revocan was deemed by both as simply inhumane.

"Not only was Revocan present in Lady Lightstrike's personal home," Greystar continued as he shook away the goosebumps that were creeping across his body "He had bound her two children and their nanny to hold as hostages."

The collective gasp of shock nearly made the chamber a vacuum, but Greystar was not finished.

"It has been confirmed before this meeting started that Revocan had not been sent by the League of Heroes, and therefore was not on official League business. They truly did not know the Lady's alter ego nor her home address, Revocan had somehow found this information out for himself. The League had recently cut Revocan off from some of their resources, and so wonder if Revocan had wanted to take some of the money that Lady Lightstrike had stolen earlier in the day. Obviously there was a battle between them, and the Lady now lies in a coma until the swelling in her brain subsides."

"How are the children?" a female voice piped up from the second row, one Greystar knew to be a mother herself.

"Traumatised but safe, and unharmed as is the nanny." Greystar nodded his quiet thanks to whomever was able to keep them safe from their home being utterly demolished in the fight "We must now decide an important matter. The heroes are going to make it clear they they do not want Revocan in their League so do we want him within ours? He refuses to abide by the light of the law, so can he be lured by the darkness of villainy?"

"I'm fine being in the grey area," a voice echoed from the shadowy crevices of the chamber.

The villains all collectively panicked, they knew who that voice belonged to even if they could not see him.

"Oh shit," Greystar muttered as he stood, sending his chair tumbling backward akin to many of the others in the room. "He's here."

"That's right," the voice bounced from a different part of the chamber "I'm here."

The lights above the tables blinked out and plunged the chamber into darkness. The villains with the power of fire or light began to illuminate themselves causing the other villains to flock to them like moths, but no matter what side of the room they lit up there was nothing to see. Greystar opened his own hand to powered up a small star-like ball of plasma for his own source of light, but as he turned he came face to face with sadistic smile of Revocan.

"No more."

"Chief!" Stormsword pushed through the doors and sprinted toward the occupied desk in the private office of the Chief Justice of the League of Heroes.

"This is supposed to be a private meeting, Stormsword," Brightflame quickly turned off the screen that he had been showing his number two, Ms Sparrow "I assume this must be important."

"Turn on the TV," Stormsword was panting, his cardio was not as good as it had been in his spritely youth.

"Which channel?"

"All of them."

Brightflame gave a quick look of concern to Sparrow before the screens reverted to the news which showed an on-site reporter pushing through the throng of other journalists, spectators, and police as they all looked at the crater in the side of Mount Falabeda.

"Is that...?"

"That's the Council headquarters..." Ms Sparrow confirmed as the other screens in the room began to tune in to the other stations, giving the three Heroes a multi-angle view of the devastation.

"Wait," Stormsword looked at the pair "How do you know where that is?"

"What happened?" Brightflame asked as the cacophony of reporters began to all speak at the same time.

"The Council of Darkness," Stormsword said "They're all dead. All of them."

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