She arrived on Earth in a mysterious Symbio-Ship with false
memories and awesome powers and abilities beyond that of mortal men and women....

Issue #12

City Confidential Part 1

Written By Paul Daimler

"I can't watch this anymore." Karen Starr said, shaking her head and turning off the television. "It's disgusting."

"Why?" Johnny O asked from where he lounged on the chair in Karen's office.

Karen looked over at him incredulously.

"Why? An eighteen year old girl is dead. And instead of focusing on who killed her and why, all they can do is focus on the fact that she was working as a call girl. They're busy dragging her and her Madame through the mud, but they aren't spending any time on denouncing the men that use call girls or the reason we might have call girls. If anyone were to look at the economy and job market in this country for more than five minutes, they might she that a girl like that of modest means may not have seen many options outside of selling herself to the highest bidders." Karen's face colored red as she went off.

"Wow, Karen. Sock it to 'em." Johnny chuckled.

"Are you serious, Johnny? Do you know how sick it makes me that a girl is dead, strangled by some lunatic, and all anyone can do is spend time focusing on the fact that she was a prostitute. As though that somehow makes it all right that she was murdered."

"No one is saying it's all right. But, isn't that one of the risks of that type of a life?" Johnny asked with a shrug.

"GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!" Karen screamed at him, throwing a phone book at him.

Johnny dodged the phone book, rushing from the room.

Her personal assistant Beverly Chaucer poked her head into the room after he'd left.

"Is everything OK, Karen?"

"No." Karen said, "I sometimes forget what an insufferable pig Johnny Ostrander can be. I don't know why. He so often points it out."

Beverly nodded, without commenting. Then went back to her desk to work on setting up Karen's appointments for next week.

Karen shook her head, trying to remember that Johnny O didn't mean to be a jerk. He just was. It was something that normally didn't bother her about him. But, when it was something like this…

Despite her better judgement, Karen snapped the television back on and flipped the channel to another station where they were just beginning to report on the story.

"Eighteen year old Dana Deacon was working under the name Daphne Devonshire here in Century City," Intoned the familiar voice of Karen's ex-boyfriend Andrew Vinson, "Believed to be an employee of the infamous Orchid Park Madame Lisette LeBlanc, Deacon was founded strangled in the penthouse suite of the Belasco Amsterdam Hotel three nights ago. Nude save for the silk stocking used to strangle her, there have been precious few clues in determining the identity of her killer."

The screen then showed police leading a white sheet covered body bag from the hotel room.

Karen grimaced at the shot.

On the screen, Andrew's voice continued. "While Lisette LeBlanc has cooperated with police, she swears that Deacon was not on with a client that she had set up for Ms. Deacon. Police remain unconvinced about this and ask anyone with further information about this case to come forward."

The screen then shifted to an interview with Detective Ian McLean, Karen's sort of current boyfriend. Sort of because they'd been talking numerous times on the phone, and gone on one date that had ended prematurely thanks to an attempt by the Jade Tiger to assassinate Anath while she was being transferred to prison to sit on death row.*

*a very abbreviated recap of last issue.

"We are not entirely sure who Ms. Deacon was with." The handsome detective said. "We do know that she rented the suite last week and had paid for it through the end of the month. There is some conjecture that she was trying to get out of the escort business and was hiding from her former employer, however that is merely a theory at this point. We do know from surveillance camera footage that there was a man who returned with Ms. Deacon to her room. We hope to be able to positively match a suspect with that footage."

The picture then switched to outside shots of the hotel and Andrew resumed his voice-over. Having heard enough, Karen snapped the television off again and rushed from her office.

While passing by Beverly's desk, she called out, "Bev, something just came up. Could you reschedule the rest of my appointments for today."

"No problem, Karen." Beverly called, even though Karen had already cleared the hallway and was heading up the stairwell to the building's roof where she would change from businesswoman and CEO Karen Starr and into Power Girl.

Detective Ian McLean was sitting at his desk, going through witness statements and the coroner's report when there came a knock at the door to his office.

"Enter." He called.

"Detective McLean?"

Startled, Ian looked up to find Power Girl standing there. She filled the doorway, her red cape billowing around her. He'd seen her in action several times since she'd moved to Century City, and even had met her in the line of duty, but this was the first time he'd actually gotten to take a really long look at her. She was staggering in her beauty.

"Yes?"

"I was wondering if I might speak to you. I understand that you're the lead detective on the Dana Deacon murder?" Power Girl closed the door behind her, taking a seat across from Ian at his desk.

"Yes. That's true." Ian replied.

"But, you're in charge of Meta-Human Crime. Why would you be handling a homicide?"

Ian smiled weakly, "Ah, I guess you figured out what we've been trying to hold back from the media. It looks like Ms. Deacon's killer was a meta."

"Really?" Power Girl asked, "What makes you think that?"

"The surveillance video for one." Ian said. "In every shot, the man with Ms. Deacon is a complete blur. And the blurring is isolated to him. It's not something wrong with the tape. It seems to be that our perp has the meta-human power to disguise himself from video camera. At the very least."

"That could be magic. It doesn't necessarily indicate meta."

"But, officially we don't believe in magic, Power Girl. Magic is just meta-human powers we don't yet understand scientifically." Ian replied.

"Are you serious? Really? Even with Dr. Fate out there?" Power Girl asked.

"Even with Dr. Fate. He could have some reality bending meta-human power." Ian shrugged.

"Uh… yeah, it's called magic. Duh." Power Girl shook her head. "Anyway… let's move on. So, you think it's a meta. Why would a meta kill Ms. Deacon?"

"The theory is that he is a paid assassin. Ms. Deacon was trying to get out of the business, and her former employer Lisette LeBlanc apparently wasn't pleased about this. The rumor is that Ms. Deacon was one of her biggest money-makers. And, then there are a handful of high profile clients who probably wouldn't want Ms. Deacon's client list to be made public. Apparently, she took those records with her when she left LeBlanc's employment. And, most of her clients are well connected business man, community leaders, and politicians. Most of whom are 'happily' married. Or religious leaders."

"Oh, nice. So you think someone killed her to keep her client lists secret?" Power Girl asked.

"Maybe. Or maybe it was something completely unrelated. We have lots of theories, but nothing concrete. Not yet." Ian shrugged. "I take it your presence here isn't just for a visit? I should hope not. Otherwise I've revealed a lot of information I shouldn't have."

Power Girl smiled, "Yeah, I'm here because I want to help. I don't like how Ms. Deacon is being crucified in the press just because she happened to be a call girl. There are certainly worse professions in the world. And it's doubtful that she ended up a call girl at a whim. Most women who end up living that kind of life end up after a life-time of emotional and/or physical abuse. Most of them have not had much education. And most of them come from poverty."

Ian grinned, "Sounds like you're an activist."

"Is there a problem with being aware of why women end up in such a degrading dangerous line of work?"

"No. Not at all." Ian chuckled. "I just…"

"What?"

"I just didn't expect you to be knowledgeable. You kind of have a rep for being… well, uh…." Ian paused, catching himself before finishing his thought.

"For being what?" Power Girl demanded crossly.

"Well, a bit of a bimbo." Ian said, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

"A bim-bo." Power Girl pronounced each syllable slowly. "You know, I have super-strength. I will contain myself, since I'm usually very well controlled. However, I will let you know that getting slapped by someone with super-strength normally would, at the very least, break your jaw. I would advise you to remember that before calling someone you don't even know a bimbo."

Ian laughed, even though it was a nervous laughter. "I'll keep that in mind. Anyway… back to Ms. Deacon."

"Yes. Let's talk about something far more unpleasant that will keep your jaw intact." Power Girl replied crossly.

"Thank you for letting me look at the crime scene." Power Girl said to the hotel manager of the Belasco Amsterdam as he led her into the room still cordoned off by yellow police tape.

"No problem. Detective McLean called and said you were aiding the investigation." The hotel manager replied. He was a tall thin man with a balding head and dark eyes. "And, the sooner the investigation is complete, the better. The bad press our hotel is getting gets worse by the day."

Power Girl nodded, "I can imagine."

The door to the room swung open in front of them, revealing a room mostly undisturbed before them. Stepping inside, the hotel manager closed the door behind her, leaving her to look around at her own pace and in silence.

The suite was filled with expensive oak paneling, lush carpet, beautiful preserved antiques, and curtains of dark red velvet. It was designed and decorated as a bedroom in a mansion, rather than a penthouse suite in a high-class hotel.

"I should have stayed here when I first moved to town." Power Girl commented under her breath, remembering her nice but efficient room at the Plaza.

The dead woman's suitcases still sat neatly next to the vanity and on top of the vanity there were several beauty products and toiletries spread out. Walking over to it, Power Girl noted that some of it had not yet been used. And, most of her suitcases still had items in it. She had barely unpacked, and supposedly she was supposed to be staying in the room for an "extended" period of time. She'd paid for a full month, and had advised the front desk that her stay might extend longer.

Power Girl carefully look through the room, avoiding the bed where the white body outline still soiled the sheets.

Ian had said that they'd found a small black book full of names and addresses. So, it looked less like one of the clients had killed her. Surely they would have taken the black book to protect their identity-if that's why they were killing her. Killing her to keep her quiet and leaving behind the book didn't make much sense at all.

Turning on the x-ray vision, Power Girl make a quick sweep of the room.

"What's that?" Power Girl asked herself, coming across something intriguing in the lush oak paneling.

The hotel had been built in the 1870's when Century City had first started growing. Designed and owned by David Belasco, one of the chief architects who'd helped design Century City, it had only grown larger and more lush over the years. This suite, however, was one of the original rooms.

Coming to the panel, Power Girl searched for a lever or button or-she came across it. Pushing it, the panel popped open.

"Excellent." Power Girl said, stepping through the panel into a dark narrow hallway. Her super-human vision allowed her to see better than most would, but the hallway was still dark and filled with shadows. It wouldn't be easy to navigate it.

However, Power Girl pushed on, following the hallway until it came to narrow stairs. Dust and cobwebs were everywhere, but there were fresh footprints in the dust and grime that lined the floors.

Ascending the stairs, Power Girl found herself in the sewers.

"The sewers." Power Girl remembered her last trip into these sewers, when she'd faced the Phantom of the Oasis.* "Why does it have to be the sewers?" The sewers were filled with lead pipes that had been replaced by newer water lines. The city designers at the time just hadn't thought to remove the old lead pipes. It had created a situation where the tunnels under the city were a deadly maze that one could easily get lost in-even Power Girl, since lead would block her super-vision.

*see Power Girl Halloween Special #1.

Looking down at the dank stone floor, Power Girl could see footprints in the green grime growing there. Following the footprints, she finally came to an archway.

Stepping through the archway, she found herself in a larger antechamber.

"Dear God." Power Girl whispered.

The antechamber was filled with torches, blazing brightly. In the center of the chamber, was a tall statue. One that she recognized. Walking over to it slowly, Power Girl looked up to behold a marble carving of the goddess Deedra. Someone that her grandfather Arion had believed in. A goddess of ancient Atlantis.

"Deedra." Power Girl whispered. She'd seen glimpses of statues and paintings of her in dreams she'd had of her earliest years after Arion had revealed that the symbio-ship had fed her false memories all of those years. While researching her Atlantian heritage, she'd come across artist's representations of her in old books Aquaman had pointed her toward-and even a few computer files when she'd traveled to Skartakis to find the abandoned remains of New Atlantis.

"Stand away from the statue."

Power Girl turned to see a tall man standing there, his skin the color of milk and his eyes dark orbs that seemed to absorb all light. A slight shiver rippled through Power Girl as she beheld him, although she wasn't quite sure why.

"I beg your pardon." Power Girl said, keeping the slight fear she felt blossoming within at bay.

"Stand away from the statue." The man repeated.

Putting her hands on her hips, Power Girl tilted her head to the side, "Why?"

"You are an infidel. And for you to gaze upon the statue of our great goddess is sacrilege." The man replied.

"An infidel?" Power Girl asked with a raised eyebrow. "My grandfather was Arion, Lord and Mage of Ancient Atlantis. He knew Deedra."

"Lies!" The man hissed. As he stepped closer to her, Power Girl realized this was probably the man that had been blurred out of the video camera footage of Dana Deacon. But, why would she have been with a guy like this?

"You need to stop where you are." Power Girl said, "Don't come any closer."

"You dare command me?!" The man rushed her, clasping his hands around her neck and began to squeeze.

"…magic…" Power Girl barely managed as his hands squeezed her neck. He was some sort of magical conduit. A creation. He wasn't real. But, he was dangerous to her. Magic remained her one consistent weakness.

Her vision began to darken as she felt the life begin to ebb from her. She gripped at his wrists will all of her might, kicking at him, attempting to burn him with her heat vision. But, he resisted it all. Whatever kind of magical conduit he was, he was resistant to all of her powers.

"GET AWAY FROM HER!"

The tall man turned his attention to the shouting.

Standing in the archway was Ian McLean, pointing his police issued pistol at the tall man.

The tall man shrieked, dropping Power Girl as though she were a rag doll and tossing her aside. The tall man rushed toward Ian McLean.

As soon as the tall man's hands were no longer around her neck, Power Girl's vision instantly cleared. In a matter of seconds she felt OK and as though she had not been as close to death as she had been. Watching in horror, she saw the tall man coming closer and closer to Ian McLean.

With a burst of super-speed, Power Girl jetted past the tall man, grabbed Ian McLean and flew up-punching through the layers of ground and pipe between them and the surface.

"I hope I didn't do any serious damage to the city's water or sewer systems." Power Girl said, taking a deep breath as sunlight flooded her eyes. It felt so good to breath fresh air and be out of that dank foul sewer.

"Well, you saved me from that… man." Ian McLean said, looking at the hole in the ground they'd come out of. "What the hell was he? He didn't look human."

"I think he was a magical conduit. A spell brought to life." Power Girl said. "One of my major weaknesses is magic. And once he had his hands around my neck, I felt distinctly weak. If you hadn't come along, I'd have been toast."

"So I guess we're even." Ian McLean replied.

"How did you find me?" Power Girl asked.

"I came across some info I wanted to share with you. I knew you were going to be at the hotel, so I followed you. When I got to the suite, I found that hidden door in the paneling open, and followed you down." Ian shrugged. "I got there and saw that creep choking you. I figured he must be a pretty bad dude if he was able to over-power Power Girl like that."

Power Girl nodded. "He appeared to be guarding a statue of the goddess Deedra. She's an ancient Atlantian diety. My grandfather Arion believed in her. I think he even fought alongside her once or twice."

"Your grandfather hung out with gods?"

"I've met a god or two. Wonder Woman was the goddess of truth for a little while there." Power Girl replied.

"Ah. Well, that's interesting, because that kind of ties into what I was coming to tell you."

"How so?" Power Girl asked.

"Let's go get some coffee. And we will talk about it." Ian replied.

Later, over coffee, Ian started, "So we've been going through Dana's black book. Personally, I don't think that any of her clients were really involved. Otherwise, they would have taken the book."

"My thoughts exactly."

"My investigation has really been on the Orchid District Madame Lisette LeBlanc." Ian said, "She is the one who seems most likely to be involved. And, I can't put my finger on why that is. There is just something hinky about her. Her answers, while technically innocuous, don't quite line up."

"Go on." Power Girl sipped her coffee.

"Well, in the margin of Dana's blackbook, on one of the back pages, I found an address and a date scribbled. The date was two nights before she died." Ian added a bit of cream to his coffee before continuing, "I traced the address. And, it's the store front for a little occult group. They have a temple there and have religious ceremonies from time to time. This is what I found out through the internet. They call themselves the Church of Deedra."

Power Girl did not reply; she allowed Detective McLean to continue. She watched him as he spoke, feeling her attraction to him grow stronger. Did he not realize he was sitting across the table from Karen Starr?

"So, I did some further research into the address. And the address traces back to Lisette LeBlanc, who owns the building. A building that was built three years ago-designed specifically at the request of the holding company that LeBlanc is using as a front for her ownership of the building by one Damon Belasco. It took awhile to trace it back to her through several holding companies. It was a tangled web. But, at the end of the day, Lisette LeBlanc own that building. And Belasco designed it."

"Belasco? Like the name of the hotel?"

"Like the great-great-great-great grandson of the guy who built the hotel. The guy who designed that hotel, secret passages and all." Ian replied. "He also designed portions of the sewer system, which probably include that temple and the statue."

"So, Dana Deacon's Madame is the owner of the Church of Deedra." Power Girl said. "And the creepy tall man who tried to kill me, and most likely killed Dana is definitely connected to them somehow. And the hotel and the building were both designed by Belasco."

"Oh, and Damon Belasco also happens to be a candidate for mayor." Ian smiled humorlessly.

"So, we have a high profile madame and a mayoral candidate somehow tied up in the same cult." Power Girl said, "Oh, the media is going to love this when it breaks."

"Just my thoughts." Ian said. "What can you tell me about this Deedra? I couldn't find much information on her. The internet mostly had links to some Dungeon and Dragon type game sites where she's a used as a character. But, I'm not sure how accurate any of that information is."

"Honestly there isn't a lot I know about her. She was a powerful goddess of nature. She was responsible for tethering the Darkworld to this plain of existence. From time to time, my grandfather assisted her or she assisted him in defeating some major threat. I've seen pictures of her in ancient Atlantean texts and have read parables and myths about her. But, none of them really seem to mention much about her true nature." Power Girl shrugged. "I know that a popular slang term of my grandfather's time was 'By Deedra's Chains.' People of the time would say it much the way we would say, 'Oh my God' or 'Great Scott.'"

"I would never say, 'Great Scott.'" Ian replied.

"Yeah, you'd probably go for 'By the Rings of Saturn Seven' or something from Space Trek." Power Girl laughed.

Ian blushed, "How did you know I like Space Trek?"

Power Girl froze for a moment. That wasn't something that Power Girl knew. That was something that Karen Starr knew.

"Just a lucky guess." She mumbled.

"What is Darkworld?" Ian asked, quickly changing the subject. He hadn't caught his flub, more embarrassed that he'd been busted as a nerd.

"It's sort of like a Chaos dimension for magicians, mystics, and supernatural types. It's not very large these days and mostly used to house a pretty wicked sorcerer type called the Weaver who dates back to my grandfather's days." Power Girl said. "It's just odd that they would worship Deedra. She's a little obscure and as far as I know pretty much forgotten, even by present day Atlanteans."

"The real question is how Dana Deacon's murder ties into this Cult of Deedra. Or did this creepy tall man just kill her for the hell of it?" Ian frowned.

"That's an excellent question." Power Girl replied. "It's totally possible that the creepy tall man is just a follower of the Deedra church and there is no connection between that and Dana's death."

"It would be a pretty heavy coincidence." Ian replied. "With her former boss the owner…"

"We're assuming that the creepy tall man is connected to the Deedra church." Power Girl replied. "Maybe he just happened to be down in the sewers. We don't have any real knowledge that he believes in or worships Deedra."

"Except him calling you an infidel and warning you away from the statue."

"Well, except that." Power Girl said. She frowned, looking up to the sky. After several minutes of silence she said to Ian, "We're missing something. Something that is keeping this from all adding up."

Ian nodded.

Power Girl was flying above the city, taking deep breaths of clean fresh air. She'd been down in the sewers for hours now, exploring the labyrinth of tunnels beneath it. Many of them came up to buildings spread through the city. Power Girl had found herself in old warehouses, public utility factories, the Oasis Theater where she'd had the run in with the Phantom of the Oasis, various old homes in the more aristocratic neighborhoods hidden within the lush parks that clustered in the eastern parts of town with the old money, and even City Hall.

It was very odd. She'd written all the addresses down-noting that the building housing the Church of Deedra had not been one of them. Of course, she thought, she still had many dark dank tunnels yet to explore.

The ear mic went off, releasing a pulsing alarm that only Power Girl could hear.

"What do you have for me Oracle?" Power Girl asked, scanning the Church of Deedra from where she hovered. The building was lined with lead-blocking her from seeing within.

"Just a few leads. Not anything that makes a lot of sense." Oracle said quietly. "Lots of records about the Belasco family. I've sent them, heavily encrypted to you. Information on Lisette LeBlanc. And, some information on Churches of Deedra springing up all across the world."

"The short of it?" Power Girl asked, feeling troubled.

"David Belasco, the original architect who designed that hotel and the tunnel systems that the sewers and water lines use, disappeared not long before 1900 while sailing across the Atlantic to Europe. He was never seen again. No body was ever recovered, although the ship he was in was arrived abandoned in England-a ghost ship ten years after he was last seen. His son Derrick Belasco carried on the architecture business, eventually disappearing himself during World War II, shortly before his fiftieth birthday. His son Darren Belasco also became an architect and also disappeared. And so on and so forth. Every Belasco son that has entered the architecture business has disappeared under mysterious circumstances." Oracle said.

"Good to know." Power Girl said. "And?"

"Damon Belasco, the current one, was arrested about fifteen years ago trying to sneak rare artifacts in through Gotham City. The rare artifacts disappeared from Gotham City PD's evidence room and the charges were dropped." Oracle said, "The artifacts were Ancient and Atlantean, although the records don't describe more. They weren't able to be properly researched before they disappeared."

"Ancient and Atlantean." Power Girl said softly. "Like Deedra."

"Yeah. Lisette LeBlanc is an interesting case. Originally from New Orleans, she has a 'history' back home and was thought to be a witch or voodoo priestess for awhile about twenty years ago. She then left New Orleans with a tall dark handsome stranger named Devon Belasco and resurfaced in Century City, remaining there even after Devon Belasco disappeared during a fire at his high rise apartment." Oracle continued. "Rumor has it she's the current High Priestess of the Church of Deedra."

"Good to know." Power Girl sighed, "Anything else of the pressing variety?"

"Not really. Just an oddity… In some of the Church of Deedra literature I was able to locate, there is a mention of a Great Battle."

"Most religions have some sort of Great Battle. Some big revelation or war at the end of things. Just to scare the believers into believing more and repenting a little." Power Girl cracked.

"Yeah, but this is weird Karen."

Power Girl perked up immediately. Oracle rarely referred to her by her name when they were working. It was always Power Girl or PeeGee.

"What is it?" Power Girl asked. "Barbara?"

"You'll have to read it. But, this Great Battle is brought on by someone called Adramelek the Terrible." Oracle said, her voice growing low. "And, according to the text he rises to power in the City of the New Century after slaying in battle the Daughter of Magic and Stars and sacrificing the Pure of Heart."

"The Daughter of Magic and Stars?"

"In the texts I located, she is described as… the daughter of Zarion and Kara. Zarion is described as the son of Arion Lord Mage of Atlantis and Kara Inzee, called the Queen of Space."

"Mom." Power Girl whispered.

"Yeah. The text is pretty easily translated. You are referred to as the Daughter of Magic and Stars."

"Because my father comes from the homo-magi and my mother is from Outer Space." Power Girl felt a coldness ripple through her.

"And the City of the New Century… well, duh. Booster Gold could figure that one out."

"And this Adramelek kills me?"

"According to these texts." Oracle said, "You need to be careful Karen. There is something beyond a simple murder going on here. And something far beyond some sort of cult murder."

"Agreed. I'll get back to you after I read through those files you sent me."

Power Girl ended the transmission flying off into the afternoon.

From a manhole cover located down a dark alleyway, the creepy tall man appeared, lifting the heavy metal lid as though it were paper, floating from the dark opening into the intricate sewer lines. Once he was completely above ground, he dropped the manhole cover back into place and began moving down the alley way.

Making his way through the dark sewer system, he came into a massive chamber, filled with incandescent light. In the center of the room stood a massive statue of Deedra. Next to the statue stood a woman wearing bright crimson robes and a gold medallion with the Seal of Deedra upon it. Next to her in darker robes was a man wearing a matching gold medallion.

"By the Chains of Deedra, I greet you mistress." The tall man said, bowing before the woman.

From the crimson hood of her cloaks, Lisette LeBlanc smiled down.

"Caliginous," She cooed, "What news do you bring your High Priest and High Priestess?"

"I met the Daughter of Magic and Stars, m'lady and m'lord." Caliginous replied, his dark eyes looking up. "She was all that you said she was."

"You did let her live, didn't you?" The High Priest, Damon Belasco asked.

"Yes, m'lord." Caliginous replied. "She escaped with Detective Ian McLean."

Damon Belasco looked at Lisette, their eyes meeting.

"It looks as though the stars are beginning to align." Damon said quietly. "The Daughter of Magic and Stars has arrived in Century City. The Pure of Heart is with her."

"It means it will soon be time for the Great Battle." Lisette said, her voice strong and full of life. "We must prepare for the Ascension."

Damon turned to Lisette, "Hopefully we will find a suitable vessel. Dana Deacon failed to live up to her potential."

"We will find her." Lisette said quietly. "Now that the times of the prophecies have begun and the Great Battle between the Daughter of Magic and Stars and Adramelek the Terrible approaches. The prophecy says that Deedra will be reborn as blood and ash rain from the skies, and a new golden age will begin. We will find a suitable vessel. Any day now." "And Power Girl will die." Damon said.

TO BE CONTINUED