26 23 The Calling of War
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Veiled by certain concepts and powers undenounced to the ordinary man lay a room, it's interior bathed in ghoulish light of many illuminating screens plastered amongst the wall each encapsulating blurred figures hidden by mystery and intrigue
But at the very heart of it all, stood a man- no a transcendent. An ancient. A Character of many identities
An immortal.
Through and through.
Who's wisdom and wits could not decay with age nor time. Who's psyche had beared and stood unwavering even against the hardships of passing age that neared thousands if not tens of thousands of years.
The man who had seen it all. The General. The Teacher. The Scholar. The Warrior The Barbarian. The Shepherd. The Father of humanity that had traversed the ages.
Vandal Savage
His fangs had never dulled no only sharpened as seen by the commanding presence of his demeanour. Like wolf in sheep's clothing, the immortal soldier that wished for the evolution of his kind was draped in commander's uniform of esteem and majesty. The fabric's woven seemed to be able to best that of any Monarch's clothing
However that wasn't the most peculiar thing of his appearance despite his long drawn out hair and ruffled side burns that protruded from his face or the solemn face that screamed of all his thousands of labours.
No.
It was the three distinct scars that branded his chiselled face that etched fear into any sane being
How could an immortal being retain such a battle wound? What monster could have possessed the ability to give the Savage such a wound? Just how many battles had this immortal seen?
Answers to questions that riddled the minds of all humans across the eons was retained in the mind of this transcendent..
Silence hanged over the room ominously, the drums of scheming, planning and setting pen to paper began to sound before everything shattered with the emergence of a voice thick with a vile French accent
"...So the 'broken arrow' has been sniffed out - are you entirely sure, Savage?" pure anxiety laced the French man's tone
"Completely. The Witch Boy confirmed it to me," The stoic eyes of Vandal met the screen the question arose from, "It seems the Gojo brat was able to sense his soul was artificially created"
The silent sounds of frustration rained from the screens above before another unknown voice spoke,Ā more feminine when compared to the rest
"I don't doubt your capabilities, but it seems this hunting dog is becoming too great of a thorn to be kept alive. I don't suppose~ You have a way to permanently put down this mutt" Her sultry voice was practically hypnotic but the rest of the ensemble were unaffected to her intoxicating charm for whatever reason
"Agreed, it would certainly be more reassuring to know that you possess the ability to cull the boy after all I have everything to lose while youā¦you can always start again," This time another spoke, sharing the sentiment of the many other characters that decorated the room
Stoic eyes met a myriad of blurred personas before speaking, "You're concern is justified after all, the brat is quite a formidable opponent but rest assured, The Light does not lack the means to eliminate him. Some more otherworldly "
"And what of the plan? Did it not hinge on the infiltration of the clone. Now the league shall grow more attentive to our movements"
"Then we adjust out plans in light of recent events. For what where humanity be without our phenomenal ability to adapt and evolve," With closing words one at a time, all screens tuned black and lost their cerulean glow transforming the once illuminated room into pitch black
"Come out, Klarion," At his behest, the room took on a chaotic vermillion ambiance as a horned child dressed in Victorian clothes appeared in the air, holding in his palm, a ginger cat who's body shimmered with anarchy
"Are we starting our plan now human?" Anticipating. One of the wors that could be used to describe the witch lords demeanour and playfulness that danced in its eyes, "Can I finally kill that damn Gojo"
At his mention, his horns grew larger and more menacing and an eldritch undertone that lay dormant before began to show itself more outwardly with his scleris darkening and black lines being drawn across his face like tattoos
"You're impatient. The pieces need to be set in place, your time will come and when it does I promise you, his head, Witch boy"
With the air shifting back to normal, Klarion resumed his former appearance before pouting in the air,"Hm, you better human or a thousand years of torture will be the Keats of your problems
"Hm"
The echo of footsteps rang sonorously around the room before the quiet of the night took hold once more
A storm was brewing
One that no one not even an apse t of Chaos itself could predict
Something truly gloriousā¦
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"Master Wayne? Up to your crafts once again?" A butlers gentle words hung in the air as the scene came into display
A darkened cave of suits, vehicles, tools, wealth and prominence
Where the pair of young and old were placed side by side watching a video as it began to form on the massive computer screen
"Sleep seems to evade me" The young man spoke, his dress more than a little peculiar but we'll ignore it for now whilst the video plays on
"As it always does," The butler sighs before turning his attention to video portraying a red haired teen as he exploded in front of another white haired teen, "A rather gruesome sight. Is the boy still sound after having experienced that?"
"Hm...Out of everyone I have ever had contact with, Satoru Gojo is the most unreadable" His words caused the butler's eyes to widen as the bald spot on his head took on a curious sheen, "What do you hope to gain from your continuous viewing of this video, Master Bruce"
"..Nothing in particular, "Bruce responded before continuing, "However, don't you find it quite strange that in Speedy's passing that all he demonstrates is..."
"Indifference," The butler finished his sentence watching closely at Gojo's character, "Yes it is rather strange but people process death in different ways, his reaction could just be below the surface of flesh and bone"
Moving to the stairwell that led to the exit, Alfred glided by expertly with practiced motion as Bruce's words followed closely behind me
"Our enemies. They're calculating. Cunning. Powerful. They know how to sacrifice pawns in order to acquire greater rewards.Ā But most importantly, they're not bound by the morals and ethical restriction that we are...that's what scares me, Alfred. Can the league and the team especially be able to handle the hardships that will likely come to pass in the coming war?"
With the footsteps of the Allred fading away in nothing, Bruce clicked a key on his device causing a collage of videos and studies on one specific individual
Satoru Gojo
'A storm is brewing in our midst and not even I possess the ability to predict the outcome of it all, once the dust settles.
If there's one thing, my days of rigorous training and fighting have taught me, success depends on previous preparation - it can be the deciding factor between winning or losing..'
Arising from his chair,Ā The Bat sighed in contemplation before tempering his resolve once more
The ends justify the means. Only a fool doesn't prepare for all possible outcomes
The same mantras filled his heads, the ones he always repeated and reverberated around his mind even though in the end he knew that they were hollow and empty
So with final parting words, he spoke
"Commence Project: Limitless...."
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