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A hundred years into the future, Lord Satanus sits upon a twisted metal throne in the ruins of metropolis. His sister rules by his side. The world is fire, pain and blood. The world is theirs. Ten years in the future, Lord Satanus leads a legion of demons through hell; their hissing and screaming and chanting carves a bloody swath through the inferno to behead the Demon lord known as Neron.
Twenty years in the future, Lady Blaze will usurp Lord Satanus’s then-immense power, and leave him for dead, a withered, aching husk. Stripped entirely of his former glory, and cast into the abyssal wastes to fend for himself among the lesser demons.
Today, she is his only hope.
Lord Satanus sits, powerless in his cell. The vibrations on the dampeners boring into his head. He attempts to meditate, to find some kind of inner calm, but fails. A figure sulks towards his glass enclosure.
Blaze: Brotherrrrr . . . I have come.
Satanus: Wicked Sister! You are my salvation! Release me from this bondage, and we shall engulf this prison in flames.
Blaze: Yes, brother. We shall feast, and this pit will become our own!
Blaze conjures a ball of fire and attempts to destroy Satanus’s cell and power dampeners. They refuse to budge, or even char. Somewhere, Niles Caulder smiles.
Blaze: Satan’s breath. Rest easy, brother, I shall free you, yet.
Blaze merges with the barely-tangible shadows of the hallway and floats down the corridors, past all manner of incarcerated, monstrous people. Psycho Pirate sneers as she goes by. Prometheus cowers in the corner of his cell. Other villains, long forgotten by the public, watch with silent eyes as Blaze shifts around the corner.
Christopher Hackett, twenty three, is newly married. His wife Ellen and he expect a baby within the month. Thanks to Blaze, Ellen will be a single mother.
Blaze tears open the shaft of the service elevator at the end of the hall and floats down it, gentle as a leaf despite her armor, gnarled and heavy, and tears the doors open to the basement. She can feel a great surge of power emanating from this room. Her brother has been stripped of this power, she deduces, releasing it will release him.
Ted Manalo is a single father. After tonight, his daughter will go into the custody of his ageing parents. She will learn to grow up far too quickly. Billy Logan is the only sibling left of three, and the only one who cares for the elderly Mrs. Logan. After tonight, she will have no one.
Blaze approaches the box of power. She can smell the fumes of it, feel energy radiating off it. She drinks a little, makes a sound not unlike a purr, then in one swift movement slashes it to ribbon. It explodes in a fireball of sparks, then dies like Christopher, Ted, Billy and Jerald.
Jerald Parker works the nightshift. He’s here filling in for another man. He wasn’t even supposed to be here today. He won’t survive the afternoon. There is no one to mourn him.
On the floors above, An alarm begins to sound. Blaze courses swiftly back to Satanus’s cell, the doors behind her swinging open as she goes.
“Grodd’s Balls, you filthy chain-smoking Layabouts! Get down to detention block S immediately!” shouts Michael Patten to Digger Harkness and Floyd Lawton. He sends a distress signal to Amanda Waller. Waller is in Washington, there’s nothing she can do.
Digger, withdrawing Boomerangs: Another day in paradise eh?
Floyd, still not looking at him: Another day.
Answer: I’m sure it’s not in your vocabulary, but I advise you to be as non-lethal as possible. You both know how the boss likes her toys broken.
Systematically, the doors start swinging open. The guards begin grapping weaponry. Some suit up in light armor, though generally, they know it wont help. They all grab tranquilizers, Emps, sonic rifles and other non-lethal neutralizers. They’ve been through the training, they know the drill.
Dave Rebor, married father of two, will die despite the training.
If the guards had it their way, they would kill their prisoners on-sight in this situation, but that’s not what they’re being paid for. Floyd Lawton is no guard, and Floyd Lawton is not having a good day, mentally. Even before he pulled his mask on, the world was red around him, the walls coated in blood, and a bullet hole placed neatly between the eyes of everyone around him. One freak, smiling toothily, breaks free of his cell and begins to sprint down the hall. Deadshot shoots him through the neck. They’re all dead to him anyways, today, what’s a few more. Captain Boomerang runs ahead, dodging and weaving through the chaos, scoring hits where he can. Deadshot just walks casually, firing through the riot. Wading through the dead.
Prometheus seizes the opportunity and sprints to the monitor room. In a time like this, who’s to stop him from lifting all of Belle Reve’s secrets and making a nice profit off of them.
Ben Smith and Jerry Cawse do not see tomorrow thanks to him.
Prometheus slams open the door to the monitor room, and basks briefly in it’s low, glaring light. Only one man stands in his way.
Answer: Not now, man! Can’t you see there’s a god damn riot on! It’s like the 1960’s all over again and you’re up here, gnashing at me like a wildebeest!
Prometheus, preparing a fight stance: I hope you have your house in order. *He lunges forward.*
Answer, in one swift motion, spins his chair, grasps his cane and ignites a flashbulb within it, blinding Prometheus for a moment. He swings the cane and jabs Prometheus in the stomach, then grabs the back of his helmet and smashes it on the monitor. Prometheus crumples to the floor.
Answer: This is my house, bitch.
Black Orchid, sitting on the far end of the monitor, smiles widely.
Answer: Flower, baby, you should probably get out there and crack some skulls. Maybe bring me back one to gnaw on.
Orchid nods, kisses his forehead, brushes his chin a second, then flies out of the room and into the fray. Randy Miller, John Beckel, and Lance Henry see tomorrow because of her. Another man, Mike Derry, will be saved at the last minute by Bito Wladon, not wanting to seem dishonorable. No one will live or die because of Angelo Bend, sitting patiently in his cell until Wladon comes to speak with him.
Satanus exits his cell, his power grows. He breathes in the screams and carnage.
Satanus: Sister, you have done well. This structure shall soon be ours.
Blaze: Brother, it alrea-
Her sentence is cut short by Orchid’s fist, plowing squarely into her face. Blaze hits the ground hard, and Black Orchid continues to pummel her. Satanus grabs Orchid by the throat, lifts her bodily, and stares.
Satanus: Child. . . I smell . . . The Green on you. *he pulls her closer to his face* Curious.
Black Orchid goes limp, and Satanus tosses her aside bodily.
Satanus: Rise, sister. This is no place to fall.
Blaze smiles, rises, and arm-in-arm, the two begin to stroll casually through the violence.
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She's fine. She's okay. She's fine . . .
Anna on the Main Divide just north of Frenchay Col. From left: Mt Spencer,The Minarets and De la Beche, Tasman Saddle, Mt Darwin, Mt Annan and Haeckel Peak. The Rudolf Glacier is centre foreground.
It tolerated the shot from above so well that I knelt and got one from the side. I guess enough was enough cause it took off right after this.
Bush Katydid Nymph (Scudderia sp.)
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66044 and friends sit silent on Knottingley depot enjoying a Saturday night in.
Taken during an official visit organised by good friend and fellow flickerite Jonathan Lawton .
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i took the chance of shooting the other side of the bridge right after the sunset shot
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(thanks to my easy setup handy gorillapod)
the common denominator of these series is the gorillapod & F22 aperture,
not to mention the nikkor 17-35mm F2.8 lens under torture test.
The negativ (dry plate)/ the positive (silver print -paper 100% cotton emulsified whit gelatin-silver bromide emulsion), by contact
The ladies were unsure whether or not to approach the man with the metal tube, but the ram was giving me the side eye and they all stayed away.
365/334 - Year 11 Photo 3621
we have only been on this island for less then a year but i am grateful for the friends that we have made that are like family to us. we had a blast this weekend at the conference. it was renewing, refreshing and inspiring to see 100's and 100's of people rekindle their faith in real and tearful ways.
i took this picture at myra's place looking out at the sea. we went to her place in between sessions and sat at this table, talking and laughing eating pork and potato salad and enjoying life with my new 'girlfriend!' (to quote her!)
This is an overlay on my self portrait and of a photo of a broken mirror on the curb side on trash day mirroring trees branches…
Masai Mara National Reserve
This was the first time we had seen a Side-striped Jackal. In fact I'd never even heard of them before this! They are secretive, seldom seen and far more nocturnal than the Black-backed so it was a real privilege to see a pair of them in daylight.