The night goddess arrives!

There were hundreds of them. Women standing taller than the average man wearing leather armor tanned black and armed with spears and shields, marching in unison like a moving wall of brass. Several of the warriors had their spears fluttering banners, pitch black save for the symbol of a full moon and a black bird in mid-flight at its center. At the center of the army marching into the city, a palanquin could be seen over the heads and spears of the pale skinned amazon women, one where a woman in a flowing black dress lounged, her chin resting in the palm of one of her hands as she smiled over the sights of Gotham city and its people gasping at the sight of her and her army.

She was stunningly beautiful. Her skin was chalk white and almost seemed to bask in the moonlight overhead, as did the platinum blonde hair that flowed behind her. Her hair almost looked like it had a mind of its own as it swayed and moved against the wind, almost as if she were under water. Her pitch black dress was regal yet alluring as it revealed her left leg, exposing her pale fishnet covered white flesh down to the heeled shoes she wore. The gown bore her arms and neckline and accentuated her chest but did not draw away from her face. Her smile was both mesmerising and predatory in equal measure, her red eyes smoldering like hot cols and her pursed black lips exposing fangs as she smiled over to the vampire count.

When the last of amazon army exited the portal behind them, the aperture closed, leaving a gust of air that blew the autumn leaves on the ground in all directions. Stopping with a halt and a stamp of their spears against the asphalt road at their feet, the strikes were so profound, so powerful, everyone within ear shot clutched at their ears as if they had just witnessed a thunderbolt.

Silence filled the festival grounds save for hushed whispers from the police and pedestrians who had not yet fled the area. Looking to all eyes on her and her army, the woman sat up from her palanquin and extended her arms out for everyone to look up at her.

“CITIZENS OF NEW GOTHAM, I AM THE GODDESS OF THE NIGHT, THE SIREN OF DARKNESS, THE BLACK CANARY OF THE MOON. I HAVE COME TO FREE YOU! FREE YOU FROM THE SHACKLES OF THE WOLVES AND VAMPIRES WHO PLAGUED YOUR CITY. IN THEIR PLACE I SHALL BE YOUR QUEEN AND MASTER! YOUR LIVES AND BLOOD SHALL SERVE ME AND ME ALONE!”

The Amazonian army gave a war cry and stamped their spears again, startling the crowd as another clap of thunder sounded.

“Dinah…” Whispered Clark, just loud enough for those around him to hear. “It was her!”

Looking back at the massive black furred krypto-wolf in disbelief, Dracula looked over to his former bride and narrowed his now blood red eyes in barely restrained rage. Stepping out into the open to confront the woman. Dinah spotted him and gave him a haughty smirk, stepping forward to walk off her palanquin and having her amazons simply raise their shields over each other to form steps for her to make her descent to the streets. Once she was on the ground, the woman posed with a hand at her side, raising her chin again as she gave her former master a half-lidded look of her red eyes.

“Dinah… What have you done?”

“Isn’t it obvious my ‘former’ love? You set me free.” Purred Black Canary, looking over her shoulder back to her loyal army of amazons. “Free to express my desires and ambitions., free to make an EMPIRE for myself.”

Stepping out to join Dracula, the rest of the tribe leaders looked on to the hundreds of armored amazons, pale in skin and glaring back at them all with red eyes.

“You… You turned them all into vampires?” Gasped Selina.

“No, my love.” Corrected Dracula, holding her close as she looked horrified by the sight. “The children of Themyscira are blessed by the gods, they are immune to the touch of undeath.”

“That is true.” Dinah called out as she turned her back to the undead king, bristling his temper as she approached one of her amazons, the warrior woman still but ready at a word’s command. “Funny thing about immortals, they can’t be poisoned with the curse of undeath, but they can be poisoned all the same. I’ve spent days spiking their pools, their baths and their wine with my blood. And like any poisoned well, the more they sipped, the more of me became a part of them. All of them becoming a vessel for my essence.”

Joining Dracula at his side, Bruce’s ears darted back as he gave a low growl of barely contained anger. “Ghouls… You turned the entire island of Themyscira into your own personal army of ghouls.”

Her smile becoming predatory, Dinah laughed, making everyone who could hear it shiver as a coldness creeped up their spines. “Yes, quite right king of mutts. They are ghouls, MY ghouls.”

“WE BELONG TO THE SIREN OF THE NIGHT!” The amazons said in unison to Dinah raising her hand and opening it as if pretending it was a puppet, mouthing what her minions announced.

“You… You SICK bitch!” Accused Lois, clutching to Clark’s arm as hot tears streaked down her snout. “How could you? How COULD you?!”

Turning her gaze over to the two krypto-wolves and over to Kara whom she recognised, it took her only a few seconds to realise what had happened to the couple. When she did, Dinah chuckled to herself, crossing her arms as her white hair flowed slowly behind her like a spectre. “So… My two favorite toys had gone to the dogs after I tossed them to the trash.” Playfully biting at her finger, the vampires soaked up the misery and barely contained fury Lois gave, the four armed werewolf being held back by Clark, her eyes turning to Kara where the air around her eyes boiled from the heat of her eyes.

“Kara, I’m surprised you are so upset by all this, after all I gave my sloppy seconds to your son, where is your little upstart bastard?”

“He’s dead.”

Mocking a pout, Dinah sighed. “How sad, so many broken toys all around. But don’t worry… I have a NEW one!” Snapping her fingers, Dinah looked over her shoulder to her army as a column of warrior parted to let something come to the front of the line.

Padding out on all fours and drooling from the bear trap pf fangs that made up its mouth. The creature stood taller that any of the amazons on all fours. It’s fur was matted and unkempt, and a muddy shade of blonde. At first… It looked like some kind of giant coyote, one starved and thin limbed, until the lycanthropes spotted the folded leathery wings on its back and the burning red eyes that stared back at them with a look of barely contained rage and hunger. Approaching Dinah, the vampires smiled, pretending to make affectionate noises as she scratched at the beast’s chin, hearing it snarl and froth at the mouth.

“As you can see, Oliver and I made up.”

Breathing hard and sneering with rage, Dracula’s eyes shed a single red tear of blood, seeing the man he called brother reduced and broken into a strigoi, a vampire bereft of mind and will and thought and all consumed by their thirst.

“Dinah… You have much to answer for.”

“Not to YOU, not anymore. I’m my own princess of darkness now. Thanks for cutting the chain ‘master’, now I have a NEW one, and he has plans for all of you, delicious plans that I get to reap the blood of.” Hugging herself and fluttering her eyes, Dinah’s face became a mask of rapture as she looked up at the full moon. “Think of it… An entire world made silent and cold, their last words crying out my name in bliss as they all give their life blood to me, I shall become a GODDESS of death! And you will be but a sad, broken, old man still pining over his dead wife… Reborn as a fucking house cat.”

Dracula was beside himself with rage, a current of wind blew in all directions out from where he stood, with Selina holding onto him for dear life. Not to calm him, but to remained anchored to something, anything to keep from being blown from the turbulence. It wasn’t until Dracula spotted a figure approach Dinah that he paused, his eyes turning to the Dark Knight as he marched in front of the vampires and get her attention.

“I know it’s been a while since you decided to waltz into MY city, but we have a thing about clowns showing up making a spectacle of things. Get out! Now!”

Impish in her smile, Dinah folded her hands behind her and bent at the waist as if to speak down to a child.

“And so the bastard child of Talia Ghul decides he’s a protector instead of an ankle biter, my oh my have the years passed by.” She laughed, her smile childish yet dangerous. “So, you want me to leave? Well, I only have one thing to say to that.”

The scream she gave off sent everyone clutching their ears and falling to the ground in searing pain as a column of sound pressure slammed through and enveloped Damien. Windows exploded all around and streetlamps burst, but the worst came to Damien himself. Taken back and numb from pain he brought his gloved hand up to his face, the fingers becoming thin and frail, the strength in his legs failing him as he fell to his knees and discovered his suit had become baggy and sagging over his now thin and elderly frame. Looking over to father and back to his mother, he saw her reaching out to him with tears in his eyes. His aging mind so far gone he didn’t recognise the lovely lady reaching for him, and when he tried doing the same, his body had reduced to dust.

And all that was left of Damien Wayne was bone meal and tattered cloth.