Location: The Tower of Fate – The Council Convenes
Within the golden halls of the Tower of Fate, a meeting of the most powerful sorcerers in the DC Universe was taking place.
Doctor Fate stood in the center, his golden helmet glowing with celestial authority. Around him, ethereal projections of Zatara, Madame Xanadu, The Phantom Stranger, and Etrigan the Demon floated in a circle of arcane energy.
"We all sense it," Fate declared. "This… being. This Avon Von Deovola. His power grows unchecked, he is fusing...no evolving to restrain magic, and he is doing so unconsciously. He defies the natural laws of our world."
The Phantom Stranger's ageless voice echoed through the chamber. "His presence is a ripple across fate. It does not belong."
Madame Xanadu's piercing green eyes flickered as she shuffled her enchanted tarot deck. "He is a force neither light nor dark. He is war given form."
Etrigan snarled, his demonic form shifting with barely restrained aggression.
"Magic flows through claw and might,
But this beast stands beyond our sight.
A thing of war, a hunter divine,
If left unchecked, the world's decline."
Zatara frowned. "Are we certain he is a threat?"
Fate's glowing eyes narrowed. "He has no limits. No known boundaries to his strength. If we do not act, he could one day surpass us all. He is not a threat...yet, and I do not want to take that chance".
The room fell silent.
Then, the Phantom Stranger spoke once more. "If you choose to act against him… be certain. He is not a creature who will bow easily. He will fight, and his existence weakens your magic Fate".
Etrigan's fanged grin widened. "Then let's see if the wolf can howl when he burns."
With a snap of Fate's fingers, the council dispersed, their decision made.
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Location: Gotham – Midnight Patrol
The streets of Gotham were unusually quiet tonight. Avon walked along a deserted rooftop, his keen senses scanning the darkness below.
He had been feeling… uneasy.
Something ancient had turned its gaze toward him.
"Feels like I'm being hunted."
A sudden shift in the air. A scent—wrong, unnatural.
Avon's golden-red eyes snapped to the side just as a portal of crackling golden energy erupted before him.
Out stepped Doctor Fate.
"Avon Von Deovola," Fate intoned, his voice cold and final. "Your power disrupts the balance of this world. You must be contained."
Avon's claws flexed. His aura flared blood-red, his wolf's head taking shape behind him.
"You're welcome to try."
Fate raised a hand—and the world shifted.
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Location: The Astral Plane – Battle Begins
Avon found himself somewhere else. The city vanished, replaced by a cosmic battlefield, swirling with golden energy and ancient symbols.
A magical prison.
Fate hovered before him, hands raised, casting a barrage of glowing sigils that rushed forward like chains.
Avon snarled, dodging left, then shattered one chain with a single swipe. But more wrapped around his limbs, tightening with arcane force.
"You cannot resist Order," Fate declared. "Submit."
Avon's blood-red aura surged, tendrils of energy ripping apart the chains.
"Funny," Avon grinned. "I don't submit."
He lunged.
Fate dodged, raising a shield of golden energy. But Avon's claws tore through it like paper.
A shockwave erupted as Avon's fist connected, sending Fate across the astral battlefield.
Doctor Fate recovered quickly, his hands weaving a complex spell.
"By the will of the Lords of Order, let your spirit be bound!"
A massive golden circle formed beneath Avon, glowing with ancient runes.
But Avon just grinned.
And howled.
His Aura Manipulation flared to its fullest, his wolf's head expanding into a massive beast, its jaws snapping shut around the magic circle—devouring it whole.
Doctor Fate's eyes widened.
"Impossible. You are devouring magic, pure magic."
Avon cracked his neck. "Yeah. Im actually surprised. Tastes funny though. "
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The Watchtower – Batman Watches
Back on the Watchtower, Batman analyzed the fight through magical surveillance he had installed by Constantine and Zatana.
Behind him, Superman watched with arms crossed. "He's fighting Fate? That's insane. He is surpessing magic, thats a first."
Batman growled softly, watching Avon's unpredictable combat style. His ability to adapt. To grow stronger mid-fight.
"He's learning," Batman muttered.
Superman frowned. "So what do we do?"
Batman's fingers hovered over his console.
"Prepare."
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Back in the Astral Plane – Conclusion
Doctor Fate hovered, his golden aura flickering.
"Enough."
A surge of pure Order magic erupted around him, forcing Avon back.
"You are beyond us… for now," Fate admitted. "But do not mistake our retreat for defeat. I am Fate, and I will return. "
Avon grinned, his blood-red aura simmering.
"Come back when you're ready for round two."
The golden light vanished—and Avon found himself back on Gotham's rooftops, the night air crisp and cool.
He exhaled.
"Well… that was fun."
But he knew this wasn't over.
The magical world wouldn't stop.
And neither would he.
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