Chapter 38:

Chapter 38:

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[David Lance POV]

I took a step back, seeing the creature I had destroyed with a whisper, reform in a fair bit of crimson smoke. Little by little materializing back to full health.

"Not bad" The entity hissed, the tone of his voice changing as his eyes that had just materialized back from my attack started glowing red, with an extra set appearing above his original two, making the total sum four.

Four eyes.

Demonic powers.

There was only one being that I knew, that matched that description to a T.

Trigon.

I really hoped it wasn't him. I was far, far out of my league if he was.

"You will do," The demon smiled, pointing at me with delirious delight, one that soon turned into a scowl filled with confusion. "You resist me?"

I honestly had no idea what he was talking about, but based on his look of utter bewilderment, he had probably tried to mind control me, failing in the process.

"I see," The demon laughed, his voice booming across the once green forest, shaking the very earth, forcing the tectonic plates in the near surroundings to oscillate dangerously. "Your mind is alluringly strong. But as vexing as you are, everything is futile in the face of me."

"Go back to hell," I muttered, destroying his body once again in order to collect my thoughts, to better deal with the situation.

First, I had to analyze what I knew, and what I could deduce based on what I had seen so far.

I was still breathing.

However, before the demon could even begin to attack, a large beam of black energy with a faint purple edge around it struck the enemy, pushing the demon away, as the following words were heard loud and clear, "Azarath metrion zinthos!"

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[Batman POV]

I had received a message from Black Bolt on my private phone as I was patrolling Gotham, requesting urgent help in dealing with a magical situation.

The very same text had also been sent to Zatara, who had contacted me, as I called the league.

Black Bolt knew of every magical threat we, the League knew of, as it had been a fundamental part of his training in criminal profiling. With that in mind, and how certain I was of his skills, the lack of any information in his text that could help us identify the threat was worrisome.

Because it meant the threat was one, we didn't know anything about.

What concerned me, even more, was the fact that whatever this threat was, had gone under the radar, avoiding detection from our strongest magical users.

There was a chance Black Bolt was simply dealing with a threat he regarded as magical but wasn't. For the League, it was common to deal with these kinds of threats every now and then.

Be that as it may, I trusted Black Bolt's judgment enough to not rule out anything just yet. Instead, opting to tackle this situation by taking his text as hard facts to base our response on.

"Do we have his location?" Superman asked.

I nodded, "He's forty miles north from Star City."

"Let's go then," Wonder Woman said, holding her lasso tight.

"I'm already on my way, I'll be there in fifteen seconds, had to stop at the police to drop my latest catch," The Flash added, replying to our call through the coms.

"Mate, we better hurry. Whatever that poor bloke of a kid is fighting, is as dark as they come, hell, it makes Hell feel like fucking Glendale," Constantine said, his eyes narrowing in concern. "I mean, if you like the kid otherwise, keep debriefing our situation."

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but Constatine is right," Zatara nodded, dread clear in his voice. "I can feel darkness without equal there, no idea how I didn't notice it sooner."

"Get used to it mate," Constantine shrugged. "Besides, this is my day-to-day bread. Dark shit, and booze. Mostly booze."

"Zeta tubes ready," I said, giving the League a small nod to proceed.