Nowhere
No Place
No Time
The place, which was not a place, more of a hidden realm, a limbo of sorts, was perfect for clandestine meetings.
Displaced from ordinary Space-Time, an age spent there would last but a moment in the "Real" World, something which the spiritually projected members of The Light intended to make full use of.
With the rising worldwide interest in the supernatural further measures had to be taken to ensure the doings of their "little get-togethers", as the missing Klarion once glibly called them could be traced.
Those members who attended sat at in chairs of thought-smoke, at a table formed from the smoky ectoplasm that surrounded them. For a moment, there was only silence...
"...Well, this is an unfortunate and unforeseen turn of events." Muttered Vandal Savage, his "hands" steepled beneath his "chin".
"Hardly what
I would call unfortunate." Intoned the astral projection of The Brain, having taken the form of the human body he once possessed. "The Witch-boy, for all his...contributions, was a reckless wild-card. We could not expect him to remain loyal to our cause, once our goals are achieved."
"Oh I do hope you're not casting ME in that same category!" Admonished their red-headed
newcomer. "Rest assured, unlike my
once fellow Lord of Chaos, I fully intend to support the interests of my new friends...so long as
my interests are served as well!"
"Here here." Intoned Sa
turnus, who raised a rather LARGE skull-goblet of dream wine, wrung from the blasphemous nightmares of an evangelical preacher with secret, shameful,
sinful predilections.
"Nonetheless, wretched as he
was, Klarion provided a great deal of mystical support to The Light. His fall from "grace" has lead to another to taking his power and mantle. One, who is
opposed to our organization. One, John Constantine."
"
Why do you think I'm
drinking?", snarled-hissed Sa
turnus. "That magician was a considerable irritant to Hell as a
mortal. Now that he's ascended to level of his betters, he's now a truly
genuine menace" with that said, the Hell-Prince took a gulp from his goblet.
Circe, quiet for the most part, took that moment to speak up, smiling in amusement.
"Oh, I'd say the man's risen up a BIT higher on the ladder of the celestial hierarchy than that. After the Order-Lord Nabu actually
offed himself-"
"
Accidentally" hissed Mordru, relishing the word.
"-from what I've heard, the magician also somehow took the power and position of Nabu as
well! Now, we have someone who's both a Lord of Order
and Chaos out and about in the world!"
"Ah.
Thank you for
reminding me." Sa
turnus knocked back another goblet-full.
"Yes.... I seem to notice that Mr. Constantine has a very....
ominous reputation among your kind", mused Lex Luthor. "Mr. Simpson, one of our best techno-mancers, who you graciously donated to the cause, has been having numerous fits of panic since he heard the news."
"Not surprising. John Constantine is the very
reason Mr. Simpson is a demon in the first place. Former friends, you know. He's right to be worried. Being a demon, Richard is more vulnerable than he thinks, especially if The Laughing Magician
uses his ties and knowledge he held of him as a human-"
"He wont have the chance, trust me.", stated the Chaos-Lord as he appeared to check his fingernails for non-existant dirt. "His rise to true power won't last long." Scoffed Mordru.
"Powerful, Antithetical Cosmic Forces can't exist in a singular form for too long. Eventually they'll tear him apart from the inside-out, (
or outside-
in), and those energies will be respectively restored to the Planes of Existence they belong to!"
"What my
masculine-minded counterpart
forgets, is one of the most fundamental Laws of Magic, of which he and his kind do
not embody, unlike their opposite, more "structured" kin who
do. The Law of Synthesis.", drawled Circe, raising a sardonic eyebrow, drawing an icy stare from the warlock.
""
The synthesis of two or more "opposing" patterns of data will produce a new pattern that will be "truer" than either of the first ones were, that is, it will be applicable to more realities (or "levels of reality")", yeah, I think most of us read the same New Age Books.", commented Nylor Truggs, who had been brought into meeting to share expertise in another matter.
"So you're saying it's possible for Lord Johnny "Constant One" to make the two sides come together as one within him?"
"Well, technically, from I understand, this sort of thing has happened before. Order and Chaos, working side by side, hand in hand..."
"The Wizard Shazam and Lord Oggar are
hardly on what I would call "speaking-terms" these days.", sneered Mordru.
"Oh, them? Oh, nonononononono! I'm referring to that little
Shakespearean issue that happened between Order and Chaos, about oh, say, several
millenia ago?
Mordru did something very strange in that moment.
He had been almost pleasantly aloof for the most part, but right then and there, all emotion, any trace of humanity seemed to have left him, his attention entirely focused upon the demi-goddess.
Circe smiled wide with predatory glee. "Yes. Quite the
scandal, wasn't it? Something so torrid, that even the great Lords of Chaos couldn't tolerate it!"
"I'm...a little lost. That doesn't really happen, I don't like it. What is she talking about?", asked a confused Truggs.
"
A҉͞n ̸̀̀a̛͢͠n͘͞͏ć̕͝҉i̡͟͡e̡͢͞͞n̢̧҉҉̛t͏҉̛̕ ̕͠͞à̵̡͟f̵̛͝f̧́͘r̸̸̸̨̧o̸͢͞n̕͜t̕͠͠ ̶̴̨́ţ̀͠͝͝h̕a̸̷̢̧̧t̴̴̕ ̸̢́͢͠t̨h̴͞i̕͏ś̴ ̴͡w̧͢͠į̴̴͜t̷̨̛͡ḉ͘h̷̵̸͢͝ ̵̧h̴̕͞a̶̴̴͠҉s̴̷̀ ̸̛ǹ̷̢͜o͜͡ ̧̛͢͝r̴̶͏̡i͏g͡h͜͢҉t͟҉̷͞ ́͏͡͠t̶͠͡o̸͞ ̵̵̛̀͠s̛͢͡p̨̕̕è̕a̢͜͞͞҉k̢ ҉̸̷̷̛o̷͢f̴͢.̵̧́͝" stated Mordru, voice, colder than the outer dark of the Universal Night.
"Less of an
affront, more of an
affair! Apparently, two opposing Great Powers, one, a Lord of Order, Teretaya, and the other, a Lord of Chaos, T'charr, comitted the one act that neither Order
nor Chaos could allow..."
"Which was...?", prompted Vandal Savage.
"
They fell in love."
"...What."
"Oh, it may not sound THAT shocking to most of you here, what with gossip magazines and celebrity scandal, but in the mystical realms, nothing is more
taboo than powers from
completely opposite factions joining together, in flagrante delicto!", cackled the sorceress.
"Chaos despised the union because
building relationships, especially with their hated enemy, isn't something they'd
support.
Order loathed it because they believed any intimate relations with Chaos always lead to
ruin in the Great Scheme of Things."
Sa
turnus sniffed, "
So? This is
hardly anything new to me. A succubus once seduced an angel of the Silver City for crying out loud. What does this have to do with John Constantine?"
"Word is, outcast into the planes beyond, they joined their power as
one. Rumor has it, they call themself "The Unity" these days. An entity who seeks to prove to both Houses of the power and potential of their factions...
working together. And Constantine, a
singular being, in which the separate cosmic powers they both represent being part of him..."
In the black shadows of his helmet, the demon-lord's blazing eyes widened.
"The wizard...will seek them. Being singular in form, he cannot hope to fully master his newfound strength without aid from those who
know the forces and powers which both fuel!"
"
Precisely. And no doubt the word will eventually reach Teretaya and T'charr, and once it does, they will send for him, for they will be able to go to him!"
Mordru blinked. His smile slowly returned. "Yesss. I see now. Find the realm of the abomination, The Unity, seek it, destroy it, but
after we know for sure it has lured The Constant One to it!"
Lex nodded thoughtfully, "Two problems, one for us, and two for
your faction, solved."
"And for Order as well, I imagine.", mused The Brain. "Perhaps they would be amiable to a temporary alliance?"
"Against two affronts to their "Natural Order?"", said Mordru, raising his "eyes" upward in thought. "They might...provided that we provide them with what we know so far. Of course,
I can't talk to them. They care anything EXTREMELY chaotic contacting them. The prudish bastards."
Vandal nodded, "Then perhaps Circe...?"
The purple-haired, smirking enchantress replied.
"Of course."