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Sewer King - An SI in Gotham

Imagine waking up in a sewer. Now imagine you got no legs, no memories, and no bitches- Hey, there's a huge croc guy! To make sure he doesn't you, you promise him you'll make him a king! And he doesn't eat you. Now, you gotta make him a king. Well, at least that sounds fun? ------ Author here! Originally posted on Questionable Questing, where I reccomend you go read this because of the way the text looks :3 Also, Hi, read my name. This is gonna be gay.

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Chapter 50: No Man's Land (Part 2)

[Clock - 05:45 | 05:45 AM]

[Calendar - 01/04/2003]

[Location - Beastialis Kingdom, Old Gotham, Gotham City, New Jersey ]

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POV Change

Atlas - Queen of Beasts POV

Atlas quickly floated out of the circular window. He swiftly casted [Disguise Self] to make himself look like he was wearing clothes that he always wears, because he had no time to put on some clothes at all! Casting the [Shout] spell and he began to speak, his voice carying the weight and the explosiveness of thunder that pushed away the panic of the citizens beneath: "Citizens of Beastialis, move into your homes and do not leave. Trust me, I shall protect this place." With a bit of anxiety that was reflected in his movements, Atlas pulled his hands back as this energy gathered around his hands, this sphere of pure magic that softly floated towards the cracks and breaks of the cavern all around them as he casted [Move Earth] and a supercharged version of the basic cantrip called [Mending], as he focused on stopping the cavern to tear itself in two. He was focused on keeping the cavern from breaking, so he easily noticed the black and red bolts of lighting, magic seeping into the earth that actively fought against his attempt of trying to keep everything safe and sound. "No you fucking won't." Whoever was doing this, was clearly trying to destroy the kingdom he spent so much fucking time working on, and he's having none of that! He shaped his magic into a net of energy that aggressively pulled the chaotic and destructive magic and with a swatting motion of his hand, he threw the bolt of energy away.

After he threw that annoying magic away (it felt like a cat, that was thrown inside a bag, and then someone shaked that bag- it felt like claws and bites of a frantic cat), the earthquake seemed to almost lessen in severity on the cavern. The cavern was still shaking, but Atlas was able to keep it from tearing itself apart by simply holding everything still with the force of his magic. Panting, he sighed heavily and turned to take a look at the situation around him... The bolt of chaotic magic had dispersed, he had used the [Spell Mastery] spell to take control over it, so he used a good portion of his magic, but he still had enough within him to cast a few 9th level spells if he needed. "Fuck..." Sighing, Atlas turned to look at his kingdom beneath him- he had to repair a few things here and there, but there were no major damages! "At least that..."

"What do we have here~?" A voice whispered from just beside him, making Atlas freeze for a second. He turned to look and see this... child? A scraggy nine-year-old boy with long, thin limbs, and a weirdly thin neck with an angular face floated beside him. He had black hair in a mop-top style with V-shaped bangs and devil-horns rising over the ears to points slightly above the top of his head, making him look even weirder. His skin was a shade of pale blue with these veins of red, as were his eyes also glowing red where a few bolts of black lightning seemed to seep and ooze out of: "I've never seen you before? A magic user that I haven't seen before, that's kinda rare-"

"Begone, twink." With a flash of bright cyan blue light, Atlas casted [Banishment] on Magic Twink the Menace. The face he made was momentarily hilarious ("Wait- No!") because he could feel his very form meld within itself before he was thrown out of this dimension, back to the dimension from where he came- wherever it may be: "I am not dealing with your shit." He hasn't been dealing with the magical community of DC (he knows that it's going to happen) and he won't start today! "Whoever you were- fuck you." He was not in the mood to do this! He had to spend some time looking over everything to make sure he could tell the people they could leave their homes. He found a few people that were hurt by the falling rocks from above, and he sighed softly. Easily enough, Waylon found him- he was wearing clothes, contrary to Atlas who was feeling the breeze a bit.

"Love, you okay?" Waylon's body floated off of the ground, much to Atlas' surprise, as it seems that with the recent acts of worship that the citizens of Beastialis have been providing for the gods, the process of making Waylon a Shazam has been getting some progress! He has received the wings of Hathor, getting the ability to fly as these massive wings appeared behind his back, and true to his reptilian nature, they looked like they were the wings of a dragon! Seeing that Atlas was completely fine, Waylon sighed before looking down at the ways his kingdom looked... It had jagged pieces of rocks pushing their way out of the ground, portions of the ceilin seemed to have cracked, and there was even an stalactite that fell from the ceiling and was right in between a home and its plumbing system. "What the fuck even happened?"

"I'm not exactly sure-" Atlas casted [Telekinesis] to lift off the weight from a few rocks off and move them away. He began to look around for the small crocodiles as well as Sobekneferu, and he found her in Sobek's Crocodile Farm, under the roof of Buck's home protecting her children, or what she could gather. From her 75 children, Atlas counted about 57. "-but I feel like this isn't something simple." Atlas turned to look at Waylon, frowning for a moment: "I believe we need to call an emergency meeting. All the nobles will come to discuss what to do next."

Waylon simply nodded.

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POV Change

3rd Person POV

[Clock: 15:08 | 03:08 PM]

[Calendar: 01/04/2003]

[Location: Gotham City, New Jersey]

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It was almost like a sick joke.

One moment, every citizen of Gotham was going about their day, nothing out of the ordinary was happening. In The Narrows, prostitutes waited for their clients (regular or not), in Crime Alley a single homeless person paid tribute to the dead Waynes and everything they did for Gotham and their efforts in trying to change it, in the Diamond District a jewelry store opened its doors and waited for clients, and om Wayne Manor a certain furry bitter leather daddy received a warning from his computer of a sudden magnitue 9 earthquake that originated right in the middle of Gotham. It was extremely unnatural, because there was no way for an earthquake of that magnitude happen in Gotham!

The duration of the Earthquake was also very unnatural. The readings were telling him it was a magnitude 9 earthquake, but those last up to 5 minutes, but this one? This one didn't even reach five minutes before it suddenly stopped. And the way that it changed Gotham was also very, very deliberate... Portions of Gotham seemed to rise up meters into the air while other parts sank, buildings collapsed and were destroyed, and the bridges that connected Gotham to the outside world were all broken. The bridges that connected Gotham to other sections of itself? Those were completely fine. It was like someone was trying to isolate everyone within Gotham! And that was easily confirmed when all criminals were freed from Blackgate Penitentiary and Arkham Asylum all in the same day.

They were let loose.

Things turned sour very fast as the blood and death of many seemed to please the city of Gotham, seemed to please a hungry Cipactli. She hasn't been feed like this since... A long time! She hungered for more blood, but the little chaos gremlin that promissed her the blood she sought was not here anymore, she felt him vanish within her own flesh. Flesh she had lost control over after that little parasite seemed to take over her land with his magic... But she was powerless, a powerless entity bound to be part of the earth, that could only feed on the blood and watch. Well, almost powerless- That Chaos Lord had given her three little gifts. One she used already, and that was to change herself and to isolate herself. The second would come to play yet, and the third? The third was something she immediately used- This deep core of chaos magic flowed through her as she used it to do a simple thing: Cause bloodthirsty thoughts to invade the mind of mortals. This would only last a few days, but those days would be full of bloodshed and death, and she would feast! A glorious, glorious feast.

We break away from the perspective of this Primordial Abyssal creature bound to the earth by the belief of mortals long gone, and we come to focus a bit on the whole picture. You see, this was planned- meticulously planned and designed by Klarion the Witch Boy to cause as much chaos as possible for as long as possible. He bas been working a long time on this, and he would be proud of the results if it wasn't for the fact that he's back at the Chaos Lord dimension, growling and screaming as he is furiously trying to figure out what the fuck just happened and what a twink even is. In only 10 hours from the beginning of the cataclysm, chaos reigned supreme in Gotham. The energy that Cipactli used to enchante the bloodshed within Gotham that was given to her by Klarion seemed a bit too effective, because it encouraged and pushed the villains to all act at once.

In only ten hours the death count was in the thousands.

It was by the 11th hour of this tragedy that the President of the United States of America did something that shocked the whole world and even more so the desperate and dying residents of Gotham city- He declared Gotham No Man's Land -they were abandoned by the government. Military was to be stationed by the borders of Gotham, nobody was allowed to enter or leave, and if someone did, they were to be arrested immediately! It was an outrageous and very unnusual declaration... A declaration fueled by chaos, magic, and manipulation. What better way to sow chaos than to make sure that the place is completely isolated and does not receive outside help?

As No Man's Land, Gotham was no longer part of the United States of America.

In the 12th hour, a new beacon of light and hope seemed to burn bright. It started as a group of people got out from beneath the ground, and it soon these enormous walls of stone seemed to grow out of ground. Old Gotham wasn't particularly affected by the earthquake for unknown reasons, but the surface was still broken and a few buildings had toppled over, injuring many and killing a few. "Bring them down to the Healer's Bath House, let them soak in the waters of life." A floating figure pointed down at a group of people that were not in threat of death but were still injuried: "Nora, help me here with this patient-" A white haired woman came running towards the floating man as he worked on a paient that thrashed and contorted, screaming in pain. "-stop moving, you're gonna bleed out like that!" It was slow, but the emergency was being controlled to a certain level thanks to the decision Waylon made. It was the decision to step up and claim the territory around their kingdom as their land, since it no longer was under USA's control. Meaning? Well, Atlas just crossed the 4th point in his list [Get Land]!

And it also meant that they would need to keep the land from being taken by other criminals, villains, and creepy bitches.

...great.