5th May
At Some Point
Melmoth's eyes widen fractionally as I appear in what looks like-
Entropic rays orientate on me and fire, the modifications I made to my armour to enable it to better resist them performing well enough to keep me in one piece long enough for my railguns to retaliate.
-the control room of some sort of.. facility..? Multiple control panels show that it was designed to be operated by a larger number of people than the one who currently occupies it. Illusion projectors show a variety of scenes from Columbia and other places, and a large window to the exterior shows… A red coloured rocky desert. No, yellow-brown, it's the dim light from above that's red.
"Now-."
As the last ray projector slumps in its ball mount I reach out for Melmoth with orange strands and brand.
He grits his teeth, and I can feel him resisting. The images I saw suggested that he had a similar upbringing to Larfleeze: starving and scrabbling for every crumb. But while Larfleeze learned absolutely nothing from the experience, Melmoth learned discipline. Mental strength and focus. Even as he tries to suppress his own desires to zen-like calm the witch-signs he'll use to fight me are forming around his fingers.
But I didn't use every trick when I taught the Green Lanterns to resist me.
Enkindle Need.
Because while assimilation works best on people with little self-control, there's a difference between control and mastery. Melmoth could probably go centuries without hurting anyone if he had to without any adverse psychological consequences. But he could never let go of that desire and as his eyes glow orange and he tilts his head back with a gasp he abandons his effort at control in favour of lunging at me, rationality overwhelmed by his burning need to hurt something.
The brand finishes forming a moment before his face slams into my chest plate.
I reset his desires to their baselines as he stands and takes a closer look. Yes, he's… Flaking a little, but he's healing faster than it can take hold.
Normally I'd speak instructions at this point, because this brand is a temporary thing and whoever I've done it to is going to have to be rehabilitated at some point. But in this case… I think he's.. if not a lost cause then at least one I'm not inclined to look for.
Instead I reach into his soul, search out the atrophied drives for cooperation and camaraderie and empower them while I turn down his selfishness and cruelty.
"Melmoth, stop the attack."
"Ah-? Yes. Well, I… Can't." He hurries over to a control panel. "I set up the trigger before I left. I can release the counteragent-" He pulls a lever. "-but that won't stop any attackers who are already 'triggered' from carrying out their instinctive behaviour. And I should shut down the mass mutation device I left on the great southern island."
"Is there anything else you can do to help them?"
"Certainly!" He presses a few more buttons, and the… Some sort of ornament in the middle of the floor spurts a green fluid from… Oh, it's a fountain, from the top and the liquid flows beneath the keys as Melmoth presses them. "We'll be there in a moment."
"Where are we now?"
"We're over what used to be the Atlantic Ocean. Before it dried up." He smiles as the scenery outside the window shimmers and vanishes. "The one place no Sheeda would look: the miserable period before the first Harrowing."
"We're in the future?"
"No, the past! I won't be born for centuries!"
He hurries between the consoles, pulling levers, pressing buttons and briefly creating small witch-signs to manipulate the machinery.
"My future?"
"The future of humanity; the death of the world and the succession of the Sheeda. But put it from your mind! We have a people to aid!"
"What were you planning to do with them?"
"I imagine that you've deduced most of it. I wanted to create a reserve of people with whom I could colonise the Earth after the Harrowing."
"But they all hate you."
"Yes, but the moment they decreed that certain things were forbidden they created an opening for my return. Hating me is part of their official creed, which naturally means that anyone they define as being outside of that creed suddenly doesn't feel the same need for animosity. With sufficient time I would easily have talked the warlocks and warlock-breed around. Once I offered them my aid in improving their skills… Once I repaired their pupae forms into true Sheeda, and once I led them to victory against the Columbians, then they would accept me as their leader."
He blinks, giving his head a small shake.
"Not that that matters now. What a horrid waste of time."
The churning kaleidoscope of textures on the other side of the window fades away, being replaced by the stars I recognise from the skies over Witchworld.
Immediately, Melmoth moves over to another control station.
"I can use the integrated weapons to cull the horde a little. You should be able to speak to your allies now."
"Orange Lantern to Justice League. Mission success. I have Melmoth and-"
I scan the structure we're standing in. It's a huge cylindrical vehicle which floats unsupported in the air.
"-his base of operations."
"Is Melmoth under control?"
"Effectively. He's being very helpful. He's shutting down the attackers as much as he can and taking shots at the rest. You should be able to see-."
"The ship, yes. I see it now. Remain with him to ensure that your controls remain in place."
"Yes sir. Have.. you any plans on what we're doing with him once the immediate crisis is over?"
"Not yet. That will be… Difficult."
Telling me…
"I'll meet you on the ship once the fighting is over. Wonder Woman out."
I nod as Melmoth continues to treat Central Columbia as a shooting arcade.
I just went to the far future. I… Don't think that's something I… Can do at-will. Time travel. I certainly… I'm not usually one to turn down power but that would sort of make me responsible for everything and I'd… Rather not be.
"Melmoth, do you have any idea how I reached you in the future?"
"The water, probably." He points to the… Place where the water was flowing through the central console. "A small amount I temporarily stabilised from the fountain at the core of the Castle Revolving's time displacement system. It flows through time, which means that it escapes constantly. It wouldn't surprise me if it made the usual separation of eras somewhat less of an issue."
"And the Queen has the Castle?"
"Unless she lost it somehow. I think that's fairly unlikely, but that was how I was overthrown." He glances at the central console. "I'm afraid that if you want to do it again then you'll need more of the water."
I nod, torn between disappointment and relief.
"Keep up the good work. I'll stay out of your way."