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A call to darkness...
Who: Dahak, Wolverine, and other baddies!
What: The general thread for the gathering. It'll be a bit of a cluster but hopefully this will work!
When: Evening, Day 15
Where: In the forest, outside of the resort
Rating: R, just to be safe
Status: Active


Alone in an alcove in the forest, two men stood. To the casual observer, the pair of them would be as different as one could expect. Dahak, still wore the mask, leaving only black behind it, so that it looked there was no face beneath. The man to his side, however, looked casual, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, looking unshaven, and unruly next to the frightening visage of Dahak. Were the man beside him in his right senses, however, the two would be mortal enemies. In fact, having stumbled upon him, he had attempted to fight his way out of the situation. Unfortunately for the creature, Dahak's magical abilities were impressive, and once he'd laid a hand upon the creature's skull it was simply a matter of casting a spell on him to take over his mind.

Even so, Dahak could feel Wolverine's mind struggling against the spell, in futility. He would know what he did, feel every bit of pain, but as for stopping the spell, it was far beyond his abilities. And unlike a mere mind control spell, Dahak had taken the liberty to leave the cold calculating part of Logan's brain active. Yes, there would be a need to have him retain his ability for strategy, and be able to talk normally when he was hunting his prey. Ironically, all his struggling mind did was fuel Dahak, for it was filled with rage and hatred for being used in this fashion. A pity that one so animalistic would try to align himself with ideals that were so terribly... noble.

"Neel before me, Weapon X" Dahak commanded, and placed his hands upon him. "To you, I bestow the strength of a demi-god. Use it, that you may crush my enemies when they face you. You shall be my enforcer, my right hand in this." Yes, Wolverine would have to be his enforcer, for it was only one that he was in control of that he could actually trust for this task. Dark power flowed from Dahak's hand into Wolverine, and he saw the mutant cry out in agony as the dark power enveloped him. Somewhere Dahak could vaguely sense the silent scream that came from the Kryptonian, buried a few feet in the ground beside him, inside of a coffin with special glyphs upon it that siphoned his power slowly, and more quickly when Dahak used it as he was now...

Behind Dahak, in a sunnier part of the glade, there was a small hole, about the size of someone's arm, enough to let the sunlight shine in and let Dahak's little battery recharge itself. It was a nightmarish cycle of death and rebirth, with the constant hum of agony. It was a sweet symphony to Dahak, and combined with the power that flowed through his kryptonian body, Dahak thought it might be enough, but no... no, now that he had this power, he needed more. To inspire some real strife in this boring mundane little world.

He didn't gesture for Wolverine to rise, instead preferring to have him kneel as the Lizardmen finally came into view. Their scaly visages barely standing out amongst the trees. They were a hunter race, and felt confused at being summoned here, but with a burst forth of dark energy, such simple minds were easil controlled. They were his own to rule, with this new power that he had stolen from the Kryptonian. Dahak turned slowly to stare at them all as one by one they lowered themselves, following the example of Wolverine to kneel before their new master. It was easier to control all of their minds than it was Logans, as there was no fight in them. Almost tailor made to be controlled by the planet.

Dahak considered sending them out this very moment to scour the land, murder all that they could. for all of the planet's cunning, he did not think that it would be smart enough to consider such a thing a violation of the rules here. They were the ones doing the act, after all. But, no, he would not leave that up to chance. Besides, it would be far better to have Generals to inspire chaos here. Let them take the wrath of the planet should something go awry and someone wind up dead. All the better for him. And, in their defiance, suddenly all the others would see them for what they truly were... creatures of darkness. The harmony that so sickeningly resonated throughout the land would be shattered one way or another. Dahak would see to that.

Slowly, the clouds that had been on the horizon now began to swarm and grow faster around Dahak, blackening the skies above him as dark energy crackled like fire across his fingertips, his body glowing with the intensity of it. Slowly a ball of dark power began to form from his hand, growing in intensity with each heartbeat until it raised on it's own like a beacon into the night, floating upward above the treeline. And there it finally exploded in a shockwave that flowed out over the land, a beacon in the night...

All those with darkness in their hearts, who would join his cause or be tempted into it by his promises would feel that pulse, and know where to go, to meet the Lord of Darkness. Those whose hearts were ruled by good, however, would feel a shiver pass over them, or a moment of nausea, as if something that was once right in this place was now truly wrong. And it was in that moment of power that Dahak felt all of the hearts of darkness and goodness across the land. Yes, there were so many to kidnap... it was good the lizardmen had come...

But there was something else... something familiar that tickled his brain about one soul that he felt. Only after a moment did he realize who it was.

"Yesssss...." The Father of Lies purred sweetly. There was one amongst the flock of innocent lambs that he himself would visit, one who would not need to be taught to fear him, one whose body already knew the feeling of his touch. Her soul, though less innocent than when he'd first come across it, was still sweet, a familiar taste... and a chance to corrupt completely what he'd only managed to taint previously. Even better, Ares' champion, the Warrior Princess was with her. The raven haired one once seethed hatred so wonderful it was like a sweet wine... if she thought her companion was in danger, true danger... Dahak knew he would feel that sweet sensation again.

"Gabrielle..." he breathed out into the air, and she alone would feel a forboding like no other... he was truly looking forward to this now.