16th September 2012
17:21 GMT -2
"Look, I know what
Kon's peak output is because we tested it, but…
" I look around the clean-scoured seabed where once Atlantis rested.
"If you were where he is, could
you boil us down here?
"
Superman focuses on looking around. Not hard to work out what happened, given what we observed
of La Palma. It looks like Demon Superman set it off early, as well as several other megatsunami trigger locations, and the resulting pressure wave tore the undersea cities apart.
"Honestly? I don't know. I've never deliberately tried to go all-out before."
I boggle.
"S-seriously?
"
"I haven't found anything I couldn't melt with a little effort. I don't want to set any
people on fire, so I try not to use it too much. Not at high power, anyway."
"I suppose you're more of a police officer than a soldier. Still, it might be worth knowing, just in case.
"
"It might." He finishes looking around and returns his eyes to me. "My vision's not perfect with all this silt and residual magic around, but I can't see any evidence that there's anyone still living here."
Darn. A company of Atlantean archmages would be a big help in fixing this world's magic systems. But I guess that Demon Superman would realise that pretty quickly as well.
Okay, so as far as I know, neither China nor Russia have any real experience with travel to parallel universes. Some mad scientists in America do or
did, but that puts us firmly in Demon Superman's sights.
"How about Eden? You know where the entrance is, don't you?"
"Yes. But… We're trying to find evidence of the Light poking around or a connection to Overman's Earth. Actually
fighting Demon Superman can wait until we have a team assembled.
"
"If the evidence is in America, we're going to have to go there. And that'll be a lot easier without
him watching us the whole time."
"Yes, but-.
" I frown.
"Is something wrong? Did he say-.
"
"I can
hear them. All the people… Crying out for relief. For mercy. Calling
my name to-.
Him."
"Underwat-?
" No, that's the wrong thing to say.
"I'm sorry to hear that. But they've borne it for two years, and it's better we be sure than clumsy.
"
"I know. It's just that I hear them all the time, and now that I've started I can't
stop. And
yes, underwater."
"I assume that the Demon you knows that.
"
"I can't imagine that he doesn't. Where next?"
"I.. think the next thing to do would be to check sites of magical imprisonment. Or… Sensitivity. I mean, the world's lousy with demonic magic but we haven't seen any actual demons yet and I'm not sure
why.
"
"Are things so bad that demons can just appear out of thin air?"
"They
should be able to. There could be something happening on the Hell side that means they can't or.. won't. I'm not sure what that might be… Unless they've realised the long term problem of corrupting
everyone.
"
"I can't say I've had much to do with demon summoners, but I remember a few names from the League's database. A lot of them were in London."
I nod.
"We can meet up with-
"
Out of the corner of my eye I notice that the silt appears to be moving, more light being absorbed by the deeper parts of the ocean.
"-the Overs.
"
Scan?
Working.
"I think we should-
"
Black pillars studded with screaming wide-mouthed faces erupt through the murk all around us, merging in the ocean over our heads to form a ceiling that cuts out what little light was reaching us. I switch to ring scans quickly enough to watch the blackness spread all around, utterly enveloping us in tenebrous… Matter? Energy? Some sort of construct? I mean, that looked like Richard Swift's ability, but I don't remember him operating under water.
"-leave.
"
Superman turns around, taking in the change in circumstances.
"The Shade?"
"Or someone else with a connection to the Shadowlands. I don't think that the Atlanteans were studying that, but this
is a parallel universe.
"
I make my ring shine, but all I'm getting is more grinning faces, all sort of merged into one another. Some I'm looking on from the outside and others I… Think I'm seeing from the inside. I'm also getting weak tactile feedback, like they're pressing on me just enough to let me know that this
is a tactile sensation and not some visual illusion.
I try making it glow brighter but I'm not getting a better return. Okay, I don't think we need anything from anyone with Shadowlands access. If this isn't actually going to trap us here we might as well leave.
"Do you want to talk to him?
"
"Shade! We've come to help!"
"Help?" / "Help?" / "Help?" /
"Help?" / "Help?" /
"Help?" / "Help?" /
"Help?" / "Help?" /
"Help?"
A hundred mouths speak as one, two hundred eyes focusing on our tiny forms.
"We need no help. / Help. / Help. The Shadowlands rise to consume the light. / Consume. / Rise!"
"We're not talking to Shade, are we?
"
About two thirds of the mouths
smile.
Mouths mounted on tentacles leap from the murk to latch onto Superman -armour!- while in my case they just bite
down, multiple points of stress appearing all over as the teeth try to pierce my construct, worrying back and forth with fangs which don't appear to be limited to conventional physics. Superman tries to grip and tear, but while he can pull the lamprey-like mouths off himself, there's nothing to tear them
from. The tentacles just merge with the rest of the blackness and are replaced with new tentacles almost immediately.
Message incoming.
Ah, looks like Green Man came through. That's not
everything-.
"We need to leave!
"
"No-!"
Superman tears a tentacle off his right cheek and tries a burst of heat vision. The tentacle wriggles slightly but doesn't appear to be significantly damaged.
"Kidding!"
I push my armour
outward, growing jet engines underneath and pushing myself
upwards. Superman follows suit, and I take a moment to be impressed that he's actually flying in one direction while turning around to better fight off the mouths assailing him. His leggings and jumper have a few tears in them, but I can't see any
serious injuries.
I jerk to a halt as an unusually large mouth with grinding teeth grabs hold of me, trying to anchor me in place rather than bite through. I generate crumbler gauntlets and
punch, the black outline semi-fading around them as I swing.
High speed, catch up with Superman…
Shouldn't we have reached the surface by now?