Location: Watchtower – The Light Observes
From the cold vacuum of space, the Watchtower orbited Earth, a silent sentinel. However, deep within its unseen corners, the true architects of conflict were watching.
A hidden transmission flickered to life on a secure frequency, displaying multiple holographic screens showcasing Avon Von Deovola in action.
A cold, calculating voice broke the silence.
"This... is concerning."
Lex Luthor, ever the strategist, leaned forward, adjusting his cuffs. Beside him, Ra's al Ghul, Queen Bee, Vandal Savage, and Klarion the Witch Boy watched in silent contemplation.
"Agreed," Ra's murmured. "This creature—no, this warrior—disrupts the natural balance."
Klarion floated lazily, a wicked smirk on his face. "He's fun! Big teeth, scary aura, and ohhh, he gets stronger every time he fights! That's the best part!"
Queen Bee folded her hands. "And the worst. If left unchecked, he could become beyond our control."
Vandal Savage, ancient and unreadable, simply watched. Then, he finally spoke.
"Control… is irrelevant. If he is truly as powerful as he appears, then he is either an asset… or a threat."
Luthor exhaled, rubbing his chin. "Then we must decide which he will be."
The screens shifted, now displaying clips from Batman's surveillance, Superman's tense discussions, and the growing unease within the League.
"The heroes are wary of him," Queen Bee noted. "That can be used."
"Yes," Luthor agreed. "But more importantly, the magical world has started to notice."
All eyes turned to Klarion.
The chaos lord grinned. "Oh, they noticed all right. And trust me…" His eyes glowed dangerously. "They don't like him one bit."
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Location: Gotham – Training Grounds
The training warehouse was silent, save for the sound of footsteps.
Superboy and Nightwing stood across from Avon, while Miss Martian and Artemis observed from the side. Kaldur'ahm held his water bearers at the ready.
"Alright, Avon," Nightwing said, his stance relaxed but alert. "Time for a real test."
Avon grinned, cracking his clawed knuckles. "You sure you're ready?"
Superboy scoffed. "That's my line."
And with no warning, he lunged.
Avon sidestepped effortlessly, his movements fluid, precise. As Superboy swung, Avon caught his fist, twisting his wrist at an unnatural angle.
Superboy's eyes widened—just before he was sent flying into a wall.
"Fast," Nightwing noted, already moving. He hurled a smoke bomb, obscuring Avon's vision, then followed with a barrage of explosive disks.
Avon smirked, his golden-red eyes glowing through the smoke.
Then, his Aura flared.
A blood-red wolf's head formed behind him, its teeth snapping through the smoke, devouring the explosives before they could detonate.
Nightwing's instincts screamed danger, and he flipped backward just as Avon appeared behind him.
"Too slow."
Before Nightwing could react, Avon's clawed hand stopped inches from his throat.
Kaldur struck from the side, his water-whip wrapping around Avon's arm. He pulled, attempting to throw the werewolf off balance.
Avon simply dug his feet in, yanked Kaldur forward, and twisted, sending him crashing into Nightwing.
"Alright," Miss Martian murmured. "That's enough."
Avon snorted, stepping back. "I was just getting warmed up."
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Avon's Abilities – Unveiled
Nightwing wiped the dust off his suit. "We need a rundown of everything you can do."
Avon sighed. "You already saw some of it, but fine."
He raised his hand, his blood-red aura swirling.
"First up—Aura Manipulation. My lifeforce. I can enhance my body, create constructs, or even devour attacks." He motioned to the spectral wolf still lingering in the air. "That? That's pure destruction given shape."
Superboy frowned. "And your Bite?"
Avon grinned. "Simple. Anything weaker than me that's evil? Dead. Everything else? Poisoned… or converted."
Kaldur crossed his arms. "That is a dangerous ability."
Avon's golden-red eyes gleamed. "Only if you're my enemy."
Nightwing brought up a hologram. "And this 'Spoils of War'?"
Avon stretched his arms. "A gift from Cadmus. Anything I defeat, I can take something from—strength, skills, even abilities."
Artemis raised an eyebrow. "And how many 'gifts' have you stolen?"
Avon smirked. "Enough to make Batman paranoid."
Nightwing exhaled. "Speaking of which…"
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Location: Batcave – Surveillance Room
Batman watched the footage. Again. And again. Studying. Analyzing. Calculating.
His cowl hid his expression, but the slight furrow in his brow spoke volumes.
Alfred, ever perceptive, placed a cup of tea nearby. "Quite the puzzle, isn't he?"
Batman remained silent.
Then, he growled softly.
Alfred smirked. "A challenge, then."
Batman didn't respond. His fingers hovered over the keyboard. A file labeled "Project Beast: Countermeasures" flashed on the screen.
He had contingencies for everyone.
But Avon?
That was still a work in progress.
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Location: Magical Realm – The Lords of Order & Chaos
In a place beyond mortal comprehension, where time and space bent to the will of the divine, the Lords of Order and Chaos convened.
A golden-cloaked Nabu stood at the forefront, his voice resonating across the astral plane.
"This being… this beast… is a disruption."
Across from him, a shifting figure of pure chaos laughed.
"Disruption? Oh no, dear Nabu," Klarion purred, floating upside down. "He's a wild card. And we love wild cards!"
"The balance must be preserved," a deep voice rumbled. "If this creature cannot be controlled, it must be eliminated."
Klarion's smile widened. "You can try."
Nabu's golden helm gleamed. "We will."
And so, for the first time in centuries, the magical forces of the DC Universe set their sights on a single target.
Avon Von Deovola.