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“Enough.” Spectre did not raise his voice, yet the single calm word silenced the roaring of the two demons. “You two have both been summoned. You cannot leave until I wish it, and I do not yet wish it, hence you shall both suffer the other’s company, whether you will it or no.”

Trigon growled. “Others show more respect, Spectre.”

“But I do not. I show respect only to those worthy, and you, fallen ones, are not worthy of anything, least of all respect. I would smite you both to hell, were you not there already.”

At this both demons broke into a laugh, Trigon’s a deep, throaty booming, Kyuubi’s a snarling chuckle. “True, true,” snickered Kyuubi. “We are both in hell, both bound to pitiful brats who refuse our power. What’re you going to do about it, Watchdog? What have you to threaten us with? Will you banish us from our flesh-bags?”

“Both your hosts have been rendered immobile by the mortal Luthor. You know this. And you also know that it will take all my strength merely to hold him at bay, therefore I can hardly do that and banish you.” Spectre’s gaze did not flicker. “Indeed, it is because of this moment that I have not banished you already. Play no games, sealed ones. You know what I seek.”

Kyuubi’s teeth widened in a malicious grin. “True. But why should we give it to you?”

“So a human has twisted the Eternal Mandate to his own ends. What of that?” Trigon shrugged his massive shoulders. “This world shall be mine, soon or late, the hour makes little difference. Luthor’s power stretches neither to me nor to my host. I am not one to be bound by hedgepenny sorcery such as this. At present, it amuses me to see discord in the Great Song.”

Kyuubi wagged its furry head up and down. “Exactly. You know us, Uriel, discord is the only kind of fun we ever get, being in Hell and all.”

“Small comfort,” snorted the Spectre. “As you should know, there is never any true discord in the Great Song, only dissonance that adds to make the melody sweeter still. Yours is an occupation foredoomed to failure.”

Hinata turned aside her head. It was too much, too much! In her mind, she heard not merely their words but also their intent, far greater and more subtle than words could convey. Her mind was not made for such things… SHE was not made for such things. This conversation was utterly beyond her.

The darkness seemed to flicker slightly, and the demons glanced around in confusion. “The conduit is disturbed,” mused Trigon. “How…?”

“Oh HO!” Kyuubi had finally caught sight of Hinata. “Well THIS is amusing! So you too, Uriel, are bound to a brat? Ha! Truly angels have no pride.” He bent low, his enormous muzzle sniffing Hinata up and down. “I know this one, I nearly killed her once or twice.” He reared back and grinned at Spectre. “What might you be doing with her?”

“What game do you play at, Rod-Keeper?” demanded Trigon, now studying Hinata also. “What means this?”

“A ruse,” answered Spectre, somewhat stiffly. His eyes were now bent on Hinata also. “A trick to hide amidst Luthor’s prisoners and keep him blind to my presence. She is no host, she is merely an channeler.”

“Ah. And the channel is disturbed because she comprehends nothing of our speech.”

“A ruse? From you?” Kyuubi laughed and laughed. “Oh, Uriel, this IS pleasing. I should not have expected you capable of such games. And yet you did not tell the brat what she was getting into, did you?” Leaning forward again, he brought his enormous toothy face within inches of Hinata. “Well. Shall I tell you, kit, what is going on? Shall I tell you why the all-powerful Spectre is forced to beg for help from demons?” Without waiting for an answer he continued. “Because he cannot defeat Luthor, little one. He is an angel and so he cannot defeat Luthor. Only a demon dares to break the Eternal Mandate.”

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Scene and excerpt from "Evasion," [link] this week's chapter of Connecting the Dots Hinata's soul serves as the meeting place for some of the most powerful beings in existence, as the Spectre tries to recruit unorthodox help against Luthor's mind-control.

THIS is one of the scenes that I thought of right at the beginning, when I was first writing the story. I actually have a little rough sketch in my notepad of Spectre meeting Kyuubi and Trigon like this. So when I was halfway through the picture of Sasuke and the Flashes [link] and suddenly realized that I hadn't drawn the Spectre conference yet, there was really no choice but to draw this one out as well. It HAD to be one of the pictures. Trigon is a little messy, but Kyuubi looks pretty good I feel, and I LOVE how Spectre's face turned out. Lighting someone from underneath isn't easy.

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“Enough.” Spectre did not raise his voice, yet the single calm word silenced the roaring of the two demons. “You two have both been summoned. You cannot leave until I wish it, and I do not yet wish it, hence you shall both suffer the other’s company, whether you will it or no.”

Trigon growled. “Others show more respect, Spectre.”

“But I do not. I show respect only to those worthy, and you, fallen ones, are not worthy of anything, least of all respect. I would smite you both to hell, were you not there already.”

At this both demons broke into a laugh, Trigon’s a deep, throaty booming, Kyuubi’s a snarling chuckle. “True, true,” snickered Kyuubi. “We are both in hell, both bound to pitiful brats who refuse our power. What’re you going to do about it, Watchdog? What have you to threaten us with? Will you banish us from our flesh-bags?”

“Both your hosts have been rendered immobile by the mortal Luthor. You know this. And you also know that it will take all my strength merely to hold him at bay, therefore I can hardly do that and banish you.” Spectre’s gaze did not flicker. “Indeed, it is because of this moment that I have not banished you already. Play no games, sealed ones. You know what I seek.”

Kyuubi’s teeth widened in a malicious grin. “True. But why should we give it to you?”

“So a human has twisted the Eternal Mandate to his own ends. What of that?” Trigon shrugged his massive shoulders. “This world shall be mine, soon or late, the hour makes little difference. Luthor’s power stretches neither to me nor to my host. I am not one to be bound by hedgepenny sorcery such as this. At present, it amuses me to see discord in the Great Song.”

Kyuubi wagged its furry head up and down. “Exactly. You know us, Uriel, discord is the only kind of fun we ever get, being in Hell and all.”

“Small comfort,” snorted the Spectre. “As you should know, there is never any true discord in the Great Song, only dissonance that adds to make the melody sweeter still. Yours is an occupation foredoomed to failure.”

Hinata turned aside her head. It was too much, too much! In her mind, she heard not merely their words but also their intent, far greater and more subtle than words could convey. Her mind was not made for such things… SHE was not made for such things. This conversation was utterly beyond her.

The darkness seemed to flicker slightly, and the demons glanced around in confusion. “The conduit is disturbed,” mused Trigon. “How…?”

“Oh HO!” Kyuubi had finally caught sight of Hinata. “Well THIS is amusing! So you too, Uriel, are bound to a brat? Ha! Truly angels have no pride.” He bent low, his enormous muzzle sniffing Hinata up and down. “I know this one, I nearly killed her once or twice.” He reared back and grinned at Spectre. “What might you be doing with her?”

“What game do you play at, Rod-Keeper?” demanded Trigon, now studying Hinata also. “What means this?”

“A ruse,” answered Spectre, somewhat stiffly. His eyes were now bent on Hinata also. “A trick to hide amidst Luthor’s prisoners and keep him blind to my presence. She is no host, she is merely an channeler.”

“Ah. And the channel is disturbed because she comprehends nothing of our speech.”

“A ruse? From you?” Kyuubi laughed and laughed. “Oh, Uriel, this IS pleasing. I should not have expected you capable of such games. And yet you did not tell the brat what she was getting into, did you?” Leaning forward again, he brought his enormous toothy face within inches of Hinata. “Well. Shall I tell you, kit, what is going on? Shall I tell you why the all-powerful Spectre is forced to beg for help from demons?” Without waiting for an answer he continued. “Because he cannot defeat Luthor, little one. He is an angel and so he cannot defeat Luthor. Only a demon dares to break the Eternal Mandate.”

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Scene and excerpt from "Evasion," [link] this week's chapter of Connecting the Dots Hinata's soul serves as the meeting place for some of the most powerful beings in existence, as the Spectre tries to recruit unorthodox help against Luthor's mind-control.

THIS is one of the scenes that I thought of right at the beginning, when I was first writing the story. I actually have a little rough sketch in my notepad of Spectre meeting Kyuubi and Trigon like this. So when I was halfway through the picture of Sasuke and the Flashes [link] and suddenly realized that I hadn't drawn the Spectre conference yet, there was really no choice but to draw this one out as well. It HAD to be one of the pictures. Trigon is a little messy, but Kyuubi looks pretty good I feel, and I LOVE how Spectre's face turned out. Lighting someone from underneath isn't easy.