Chapter 48:

Chapter 48:

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[Vandal Savage POV]

I waited in my office as a portal appeared, one from Klarion letting Deathstroke and Ra's al Ghul into my office. For a second, both of them stood quite; still, almost as if having a small but meaningful exchange of words, then they turned towards me, walking.

"Deathstroke, Ra's al Ghul," I greeted, offering them a seat, which they both refused to take.

"I brought them here, just like you asked," Klarion said, sounding annoyed as his familiar Teekl meowed at him, making Klarion grow red, as he opened another portal, leaving my office. "I know, I know!"

"Savage, is there a good reason you called me here? I assume it's not for socializing," Ra's al Ghul spoke, breaking the ice with a small frown on his face.

"You are right," I nodded. "I need you to eliminate a few undesirable cults here and there, and for that particular mission, the shadows will be compensated handsomely."

Trigon was a threat I didn't have the luxury of letting be. With the help of Klarion and Black Adam, I had located all the cults on earth that worshiped him and were actively trying to bring him into this world.

That, I would not allow.

My goal, my sole purpose in this universe, was to further human evolution to the heights I knew we could reach as species. Trigon, and the total annihilation he represented, were factors I simply couldn't allow to come by any means necessary.

Thankfully, most of the cults worshiping him were on earth. The rest, well, they were being taken care of at the moment.

"How handsomely are we speaking of here?" Ra's al Ghul asked, his eyes filled with greed he pitifully thought he could hide. He was good at it, but I was better at reading people. He wanted a seat in the Light. nove(l)bi(n.)com

I could accommodate him temporarily.

"The shadows will get more than money out of this deal; they will get a seat in the Light," I offered, tone even.

Be that as it may, he was severely underestimating me.

It was true he was a master of the long game, playing with everyone ten different games at the same time, always being ten steps ahead of every contender at all times.

Including the Witch Boy, Vandal's nuclear deterrent.

Right now, he was playing with me. And he was winning, but oh, I would play.

This deal he had offered me was nothing more than a warning that carried a double meaning.

One.

They would pursue Black Bolt regardless of who wanted him on their side. So if I wanted him, it would be best to cooperate with them.

And two.

They knew what I was doing at all times, which on its own meant nothing, but for those capable of reading between lines, it meant something rather simple: Do as we tell you to do, or face the consequences.

They were, in other words threatening me.

It had been a while since someone did.

Good.

They wanted me to play the lapdog? I would play my part, and when the time came, I would bite back.

I was honestly, in an almost childish sense, thrilled with this development.

Now, the main only problems on my side table were Savage and Klarion, two immortal beings.

Savage could be contained. But the Witch Boy, he was a player in his own league. One, not even the Kryptonian had a chance to face.

I really hated magic. It made all things a bit more complicated than they had to be.

But I suppose that's part of the fun.