Coruscating lighting filled the night sky above the mysterious circle of upright stones of the 5,000-year-old monument of Stonehenge. It's true purpose lost for years, the rain poured down from unforgiving clouds as the house of arrow creaked into existence between the rocks, the lighting sparked furiously as the ancient dark lord began to walk out the front doors, a quick glance up at the sky ‘Enough of that’ and as if the atmosphere had heard him it began to shimmer down, the lighting cracked only within their own clouds, light danced between the darkness of the weather, causing a radiant display of illumination.
His white skin gleamed in the display and he could not help but smile at the story being told, the never-ending battle between light and dark, a battle he now himself fighting from inside. He had to put that aside, for now, he stood in front of all who had answered the call, some he knew, some he did not care for and others were new. Had Quietus grasp of fear grown so much already that it spanned time! Arrow looked between them all, had Quietus already taken control of some of them here, he found himself questioning all reason, this was not him, he always knew what he had to do, something was wrong. Arrow span around just in time to see the magical being of the house appear before him, his eyes widened as her hand entered his chest.
The pain was agonizing, but her smile grew and grew, her head tilting to the side taking him in for a moment and then façade dripped from her, “Oh Mr Lockhart, how weak you have become’, with her hand still in his chest she lifted him and threw him aside like he was nothing to her, the sound his body made as he hit one of the pillars of Stonehenge, radiated through the darkness, her eyes remained on those gathered before her, the plan slowly sinking in, for years she had twisted her way into him, chipped at his mind, building to this moment, built up a house of lies, invaded dreams and whispered in his ear for this moment. To not only be free but to stand in front of those who punished her for being nothing more than what she was born to be, a god, their god.
She hid as his house, feeding him with piece of information as her power grew, never saying her real name until he said it himself, that lustful power entering her body, letting her become whole again, there was no need to let his magic keep her alive anymore, she had her own again, their thoughts giving her strength, just thinking about her gave her power and the more powerful the individual that thought of her the more powerful she became. Once she had entered their minds full, she could control them, take them and make them her disciples, they were all made to be ruled.
Her form finally completed, her raven black hair matched the sky above them, white skin as soft as the first fall of snow and a beauty that was unmatched, house so much power. She looked up before turning to the house that once imprisoned her and with one finger made it vanish from existence as if it had never been there. Arrow began to stand, lifting one hand he opened a portal at the edge of the ring of stones, black blood poured from his mouth as he coughed ‘Run you fools,’. Arrow glanced at DarkChild ‘Get Rina’ he mouthed before flying toward Quietus,
Shadows whipped around him, covering peoples escape, as he reached out for the god, he felt her hand on the side of his face, forcing him to the ground. The impact caused a creator to appear, his eyes became fuzzy. But she looked past him as if he was nothing looking at those already making their escape. ‘Who shall I make you kill first I wonder.’ She began to kneel down in front of him, still not making eye contact ‘You were always a good puppy,’ Arrow smiled at her, “woof’ the ground below her erupted as the children of Arrow exploded forth two dark balls of plasma hit her in the chest, blowing away part of her body. “That hurt’ she said with gritted teeth, the children ran towards her, slipping between each other, ready to fire again. As they went to strike, both of their bodies fell to the ground, their power flying back into Arrow, as he kneeled before her, she had him.
‘Who shall I kill first’, Quietus had returned and her army was already growing, her body already repaired, ‘Friends, all your friends my dear'. He turned on those who were still escaping, the shadows on the ground slowly began to take shape, dog like creatures began to pull their bodies from the ground like animals caught in tar, their teeth snarled to life as they charged forward, hunting their prey.