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They’re not sure what they’re seeing. It’s a—
Well, it’s something that boggles the brain. Makes you do a double take. Something that well—just doesn’t seem possible.
Darkseid—yes, that Darkseid—is bound and gagged by a slip of a girl. She looks no older than 23, someone who by all accounts should have been overwhelmed by college exams or a new job.
Not someone who has a feral, bloody grin on her face and a few burgeoning bruises on her face.
“Well!” She says cheerily, mouth widening into a true smile. There’s blood in her teeth, and it looks like a tooth has been knocked out.
She’s not even out of breath. It’s frankly terrifying. “You gave me a bit more of a workout than the others do.” Hands on her hips, surveying the battlefield—and make no mistakes, it was a battlefield—she glances down at the bound god.
“Time for you to go back!” And then—and then—this is the part where everyone collectively believes they must be hallucinating. Or in a bizarre dream. Or—and really, this makes the most sense—they’re dead.
That is the one and only explanation for how this 5’6, maybe 160lbs woman is able to heft Darkseid up.
“Sorry for the interruption! I have to get this little guy,” and here she jiggles him like he’s a sack of potatoes, “back home. Bye!”
And she just. Leaves.
It’s silent. There is no pandemonium, no rush of questions, because what do you say to that?
The step, step, step of her heels are the only thing heard.
“Little guy,” someone echoes in disbelief.
Jazz always thought she'd be a psychiatrist. Things did not work out like that.
Being the older sister to one of the strongest ghosts, and being in constant contact with Ectoplasm and said ghost, gave her certain powers.
Certain responsibilities.
She can either talk a spirit into, or force it to move on.
Her powerset is a little broken, she thinks, as "spirit" is a vague concept, and she can technically banish any supernatural entity back to where it's supposed to be.
Demons? No problem.
Gods? Harder, but doable.
Ghosts? Barely breaking a sweat.
So her job, as she is paid to do courtesy of the Observants, is to go where there is a breach in reality and just...shove that spirit back to where it's supposed to be. They give her items to assist, and she uses her abilities in tandem with those items well enough to be nigh unstoppable.
One of those items, however, she never had to use; a length of unbreakable chain so fine it looks like a ribbon. Specifically, a leftover of the very same one that bound Fenrir in Norse Mythology.
Well, she hasn't needed to use it until today.
She was ordered to go banish a new god back to his realm, for attempting to end the world. Again.
Which has led her to standing, bloody and triumphant, over a bound and contained Darkseid as she banishes him back to whence he came.
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The End of Nothing?
Lucid Dream
The night after I ‘awoke’ in my dreams again.
Blackness all around me, as usual.
But something was off, as if the blackness would end a few paces in front of me.
Has that always been there? Did I just not notice it?
I went closer.
Wondering what and if there was anything beyond that 'end', I carefully stretched out a hand.
My hand was stopped. It was cold and hard. And it had a rough feeling to it. Like stone. Or Bricks.
Does… does this... ‘thing’ end anywhere? But how can an end, end? And how can this nothingness even have an end? Are those the boundaries of my mind, my dreams?
I held one hand on this… whatever it was, this stone thingy. I held one hand on it, and went along, without ever letting go.
After some time, I noticed something glowing.
Light? Here? How can this be?
I went closer. At a faster pace.
The lights were moving, and they twinkled every few seconds.
I began running towards it, since I didn’t seem to get closer.
Suddenly I realized what those lights were, they were eyes. A pair of glowing, twinkling eyes. And they had seen me.
Picture The Black Wall by Eleni Tsami / eilidh
Music Lucid Dream by Neeko Freeman
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