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Vandar Adg knew
there was work to be done.

He would help
rebuild and repopulate
the village of Atlantis.

All the while contemplating

what use he might make
of the Witch Boy Klarion,

now that Vandar's eyes
had been opened

to the Lords
of Chaos and Order,

elemental forces
of the cosmos.

A century passed.

A century of reconstruction,
fortification and growth.

Thus, after witnessing
the birth

of his latest grandson,

Vandar again began his travels.

Some 200 years later,

Vandar, now going
by the name Varl'jat,

returned to an Atlantis

that had grown
into a prosperous,

if not miraculous, city-state,

one that controlled nearly all
surrounding territories.

Leading that city
was Varl's own grandson,

still alive 200 years later,

an immortal,
like his grandfather.

The first immortal
Varl's line had spawned...

Arion, Lord of Atlantis.

Khalid!

- You got her?
- Yeah.

- Khalid!
- Is he okay?

Hsalps sih ecaf htiw retaw.

Uh, what happened?

Klarion happened.

He had us on the ropes,
then he just took off.

Tried to strangle
us all, didn't he?

I think I can help
with that.

Shee-fah-a!

Better?

- Much.
- Very crash.

Yes, thank you.

So, why didn't Klarion
finish us off?

I'm not sure.

I thought I heard something,

but was too busy
being strangled to focus.

What you heard
was a summons.

A summons of pure chaos.

I know why you're here,
and it's so not necessary.

I'm here because you have made
my presence necessary.

Please.

You think the opposition's
new arrangement's

gonna shift the balance
of power down here.

But we go through these ups
and downs all the time.

I don't need backup.

I don't need you
or Sparkly over there.

You're confused.

I'm not here to help you.

- I'm here to replace you.
- What?

- Right after I
decorporealize you.
- What?

Ending your existence
on the mortal plane forever.

What?

It's not just
this latest thing, of course.

That's simply the last straw.

It's the way you've spent
the past dozen millennia or so,

acting as lapdog to the Savage.

I'm not anyone's lapdog.

We're partners.

Are you though?

Are you really?

It seems to us
you do his bidding,

despite the fact
that his clearly stated
long-term goal

is to bring the entire galaxy
under his sole rule.

He's all but
a Lord of Order himself.

But look at what
we've done together.

I made a whole world
without grown-ups.

I made a Project Rutabaga
flesh monster

that was pretty gross.

Oh! And then there was
that whole Earth-17 fiasco.

- Success, success!

She knew I meant success.

No, I think "fiasco"
is the appropriate term.

In fact, your entire tenure
on Earth

has been quite the fiasco.

That ends now.

Are we there yet?

No, Em'ree.

We have approximately
one more week of travel--

I was kidding.

It's something Earth children
say on long voyages.

Right, M'gann?

Uncle J'onn, would you help me
prepare dinner.

M'gann? M'gann?

You don't mind if we leave you
up here alone for a bit?

Hmm?

No. Uh, I'll be fine.

I need
not be telepathic

to know you wish
to speak to me
without M'gann present.

I'm worried
about her.

It's been three weeks
aboard ship.

Almost two months
since Conner died.

She has completely
closed her mind to us!

It's not natural.
It's not healthy.

She needs
her family.

What are we?

She needs
the family she created
for herself on Earth.

Garfield and Artemis, Richard,
Kaldur'ahm, Zatanna and Raquel.

I honestly
don't think she can wait
until we get to Earth.

What would they say?

How would
they help her?

The crown Arion wore

was a gift from
the Lords of Order themselves,

who'd come to see the potential

for chaos in Earth's
predominant lifeform.

So, as a precaution,

they made Arion their agent
of Order on Earth.

Their Crown's potent magic
soon infused his very being...

...creating a new bloodline

of magical meta-children,
the Homo Magi,

who lived in Atlantis
in harmony

with Varl's Homo Meta
and with common Homo sapiens.

Arion also became
quite proficient with
the Crown's magic,

using it to advance
Atlantis' techno-sorcery.

Soon, Vandar Adg's
simple village

had grown into a gleaming city.

And with Varl'jat's
martial help,

that city expanded to become
capital of a kingdom

spanning the entire
Atlantean Continent.

It was the mightiest
civilization known to mankind,

either before or since.

Arion looked upon it
with satisfaction.

But for Varl'jat,

it only made him hunger
for something more.

Is he for real?
Who is this guy?

No one.

A stranger.

You seriously want us
to save the Witch Boy?

Klarion nearly killed
all four of us.

And, frankly, the idea
of two Chaos Lords
destroying each other

sounds mighty appealing
right now.

Hmm. Your viewpoint
is short-sighted.

You require perspective.

Stranger!
Dammit, where'd you send me?

Die, you pathetic knockoff!

♪ I am rubber and you're glue ♪

Oh, great.
A front row seat.

What did you do to her?

I sent her to where
your teacher might learn.

I assume you might
want to help her?

- Of course we would.
- Hello, Megan!

Then let us find someone
to suit that purpose.

How are you this powerful?

Brother, isn't it obvious?

I'm powerful because

I'm not fighting
with my power alone.

You're not facing
one Chaos Lord,

I have all the Chaos Lords
in my corner.

And together, we'll banish you

to usher in a new age of chaos
in this world!

Holy carp!

Dleihs!

Ha-ha! Gotcha!

Was my scream convincing?

I tried to put a little

of what the humans call
"Oomph" into it.

No,
I wasn't fooled for a second.

- Was I, Teekl?

Who asked you?

Not fair.

Varl'jat's plan
was simple perfection.

Use the power of the Crown
to sink the Atlantean capital.

Unfortunately, Arion
did not agree.

Thousands upon
thousands would die!

That was true,
Varl countered, but...

Hundreds of your
Homo Magi would survive.

The Crisis will activate
their potential!

Varl'jat had traveled

the length and breadth
of his world

and knew he could not claim
supremacy over the Earth,

when three-fourths
of its surface
was covered in ocean,

beyond his reach,
beyond his rule.

But Arion's descendants,
those that survived,

would surely conquer
the vasty deep.

This chaos would bring
order to it all.

The Atlanteans simply required
the proper incentive.

Unfortunately, Arion
categorically refused

to help his grandfather sink
any of Atlantis.

Varl was disappointed
in his grandson's
shortsightedness.

But the immortal didn't require

Arion's permission
or even his help.

Only his bloodline.

And so Varl'jat waited

until on the
thousandth anniversary

of Vandar Adg's pact
with the Witch Boy...

the Chaos Lord,
Klarion, returned.

I thought you were
taking us to Zatanna.

Where are we?

London, England.

More importantly,

we are in the Sanctum Sanctorum
of one Jason Blood.

Indeed, you are, stranger.

Might "one Jason Blood"
ask why,

and hope for a minimally
enigmatic answer?

Yeah, good luck with that.

I hold few answers.
Only questions.

Told ya.

What do you know, Blood?
What have you sensed?

The coming of Chaos.
A stirring of the Demon.

This one isn't much better.

Uh, please do not touch that.
It's very powerful.

Would you not agree that
the balance must be maintained?

Such, to my eternal
displeasure, is my lot...

and my curse.

Don't touch
that either.

It's different,
but also very powerful.

Then can you not see

that the Witch Boy
requires your... friend?

You speak as if my "friend"
is an instrument of precision.

But at best, he is a cannon
I may attempt to aim.

There's a reason I haven't
set him free in years.

Basically,
don't touch anything, girl!

Sorry, sorry.

Look, Zatanna's
still out there.

So if you have a cannon,
aim it already.

If it must be done.

Change, change
O' form of man.

Release the might
from fleshy mire!

Boil the blood
in heart of fire!

- Gone, gone, the form of man!

Rise the Demon, Etrigan!

[Em'ree-Rita sighs
in exasperation] O.M.C.!

This ma'al trip
is ma'al endless!

At the moment, I can't remember
why I ever wanted to go

to that boring, banal
third rock from the sun.

No one forced you
to come.

I came
because you needed me.

I never
asked you for that.

You didn't
have to ask!

I wanted to be here for you!

Of course!
This is all about you--
Only now,

you won't open your mind
to me at all!

And what
in our history makes
you think I would ever--

Because you are

the most unforgiving
excuse for a sister--

Wait a minute!
Wait a minute!

Nothing I do
will ever be enough, will it?

Em'ree,
I'm a professional
guidance counselor!

I know you're trying
to generate a catharsis for me!

Is it working?
A little bit!

Oh, I haven't
seen you laugh since...

Since he was taken from me.

He's gone.

I... I don't know what
I'm gonna do without him.

You don't
have to know. Not yet.

You need time.

Thank you.

You're a terrible counselor,

but you're
kind of a great sister.

What was that?

Uh, a false alarm,
I guess?

Like Jason Blood,

this child doth hide an 'other

of her own inside.

What? I'm nothing
like you and Blood.

Time to go, Etrigan.

Etrigan cares little

for your commands
or Blood's desires.

Had my half-brother, Merlin,

not cursed me into servitude,
I'd let you all burn.

If it were up to this demon,
I'd burn you myself.

Then it is fortunate the choice
is out of your claws.

Flaming serpents? Really?

I stopped doing
that old schtick years ago!

- Etrigan? What are you--

Hello, maggot!

That's the ticket!

Attack the Witch Girl's anchor!

My blasts are supposed
to destroy you,

you stupid zirconia!

- Huh?

"Rock Tsunami?"
That doesn't even make--

- Oh, carp.

Exactly one millennia
after their initial bargain,

Varl'jat and Klarion
made a new accord.

Finding common ground...
in a common cause.

The sinking
of the city of Atlantis.

No matter
the opposition,

no matter the cost.

Nor did it end there.

The Chaos Lords
enjoyed the show...

but called for an encore.

Klarion could not
be sated by one Atlantean city.

His appetite grew and grew,

until the entire continent
and all its treasures

sank beneath the waves.

Varl's heart was heavy.

He regretted the passing
of his grandson.

And he never intended
for all of Atlantis to fall,

nor for so many Atlanteans
to die.

Though nearly all of them did.

Still, as Varl had predicted,

the meta-genes
of a few Homo Magi
were indeed activated.

and the Water-Breathers
of Atlantis were born.

Eventually, Homo Mermanus would
scatter across the seven seas,

until the new
Kingdom of Atlantis

controlled three-fourths
of the globe.

So, ultimately,
Varl'jat was satisfied.

As was Klarion.

-What a grand old time!
"What a grand
old time."

He insisted on continuing
their alliance...

whether Varl liked it or not.

Yikes!

Fire always does the trick,
melts them down to candle wick.

Huh?

Uh, that can't be good.

Carp, carp, carp, carp,
carp, carp, carp!

-Etativel!

- No fair! No fair! No fair!

I could kick your butt, too,
if the Chaos Lords backed me!

Ah, fine.

We shall both limit ourselves
to our own power.

Liar, liar, pants for hire!

No, no, no, no!

Oh, that is very disappointing.

- Come, Flaw.

Shee-fah-a!

How do you feel?

Like Nightwing's
workout bag.

And have you
acquired perspective?

Enough to know
we need more help.

Thus order
can serve chaos...

and chaos can serve order.

As long as the balance
is maintained.

Father.

Why do you tell us
what we already know?

To remind you, my son,
of what you must not forget.

The sinking of Atlantis

demonstrates the need
for chaos.

Without it, the undersea
kingdoms you now help defend

would never have existed.

Nor would they
exist if Arion's bloodline,

the Homo Magi of Atlantis,

had not restored order
below the waves.

Agreed.

But who will restore order

in the wake
of the greater chaos

that the Child brings?

You? With your aging host body?

Nabu, you may not like
Klarion, or me.

but the Witch Boy is a weapon

I have learned to aim,
to control.

And, at the very least,

you know I seek the advancement
of the Earth.

But this new Child
is beyond my control

or your ability to counter.

Think on that.

Commence Project Lifeboat.

Send boom tubes
to every member of the Light

and anyone they designate.

Offer the same courtesy
to Ra's and his family.

I doubt he'll accept,
but make the offer.

Secure our operations in
Markovia and United Rhelasia.

Transport the entire contents
of my History Cave

from beneath Khuiten Peak.

And bring all Psy-Backs aboard.

Anything and everything
of value

must be transferred off Earth
to the Warworld,

until we see how this
chaotic little drama ends.