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"Your rage is understandable and justified. While your goals and ideals may often put us at odds, you have always held a righteous standard I don't posses. Others are unable to see past the blood and hulking bulk of rage, you're an honorable individual who's had to shoulder the burden of many. May your revenge be fulfilled and it satisfy you in the end."

The behemoth of Hate was silent as the transmission played again. He was still somewhat skeptical about why, of all people, Thaal Sinestro would encourage Atrocitus in his work against the Green Lanterns, and his own Corp. He wasn’t foolish enough to come in person, such an act would lead to a vicious fight, But even so. Validation from his foe?

“I admit that I debated removing this transmission on seeing its sender. But I decided to let it play. I know what you were once, Thaal Sinestro. What you may still become. Your words speak a truth many should see... Perhaps, if the other Corps could put aside their petty hatred of each other and let me have the Guardians to serve their sentence, then perhaps we could all begin to settle these pathetic squabbles. But for now...”

He turned away from the projector. “We war. No mercy will be given to you, until your punishment has been dealt.”

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"I can't leave you Lanterns alone for five minutes. Not even enough to get a Big Mac."

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Walker is easily knocked off his feet from the punch, the injury will definitely bruise later on.  The Astonian shakes his head to recover and slowly tries to push himself off the ground. “Ease your mind, brother Atrocitus,” he says, looking back up to the Ryutian, “No one has to die today.”

“I disrespectfully disagree, ‘Saint’. Death is for all those that side with the Oans, and for anyone foolish enough to challenge the Red Lanterns.” He uncurled his fist, moving to step over him. “Our fight is over. Rest easy that I have no reason to kill you as well.” He strode on, moving towards the another squadron of Green Lanterns that had begun to take off.

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“I encourage you to try and show me your belligerence...” Atrocitus growled, moving to step towards her and then past her. He had a mission, and some Earthling was not about to stop his rightful crusade. But her threat of attacking his eyes, and thus his brain, did ring an alarm of caution.

“I am here to deliver punishment to those who have been consigned by victims to their sentence. You are here to kill for profit. We are not the same.” The Ryutian stared her down, watching the crossbow and her aim intently. She was certainly raging, but her Wrath and Ire were undeserved, the anger of “villains” against “heroes”. Not one of the hurt and suffering. This was one who would likely be a future task to handle, but not yet. Rage acts in due time.

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“Mera. I seek the same cause I always do, visiting this soaked dustball you call a homeworld. Vengeance is left undelivered. The weak call forth, and I have come to act as their righteous and hateful retribution.”

The trident’s point being aimed at him did little to phase him. Having your heart ripped from your chest, still beating, and countless other points of death have made him less wary of mortal harm. His seething Hatred sustains him, and his unbridled Fury guards him. “If you are wise to your gift of Rage, then you shall assist me.”

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         ❝ WATCH YOUR TONGUE. ❞ The queen stood before him, trident in hand and planted firmly into the ground. The Red Light of rage surrounded her – the rage of a mother and wife scorn and a queen betrayed by the Black Light. ❝ You are speaking to the Queen of Atlantis – You do not make the DEMANDS here. ❞

      Mera grips her trident and raises it, pointing its JAGGED ends at him. Its once glorious state as the symbol of Atlantis has been tarnished by her tragedy and its responsibility that had been trust upon her.  ❝ What’s your hurry? ❞

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“Yes, we can finally talk over his and his Corps demise to ease the departed of Ryut!” Atrocitus wound back his fist, lobbing a hard punch to the Astonian for interfering. “I will give you only one more warning, Walker. Leave, or risk dying with these criminals.”

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“I can’t ignore a distress signal if one is sent out, Brother Atrocitus.  I do not expect you to sit by and let them attack you, but there are ways to handle this that do not involve violence,” Saint Walker responds, tensing a little at the sound, as it usually leads to the plasma retch.

Walker’s prediction was correct and he quickly leapt out of the way snagging a few lanterns with him in order to prevent injury, “We do not need to fight like this, I can contact Brother Hal and we can simply talk this over.”

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“A night of murder for funding and sport? Oh yes, how noble and entertaining... It is no surprise to me that you have been marked for retribution now,” The alien rumbles, the faintest pounding sound starting to fill the air, the sound of war drums, or a furious heartbeat.

“That weapon will do nothing for you. My Rage is too great for it to wound me deeply.”

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Sector 2814. Home to six of the most powerful Green Lanterns in their collective of ‘protectors of the universe’, and other members of their ‘Justice League’. Atrocitus always scoffed at the idea of guardians of that scale, and the concept of a group to bring justice had no need to be merciful.

But Rage and Vengeance continued to call him here, time and time again, to avenge those who have been wronged. And here came one of Earth’s champions, seeking to quell his Hatred and halt his task.

“Move aside, or be flattened.”

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“You heal those that guard villains, and those that would seek to destroy the Rage of this universe! You think me a fool to let such a task pass!?” His Ring pulsed brighter, an ominous Ba-DUM coming from him. Signs of his building animosity.

Atrocitus drew his head back, before flinging forth his liquid hatred at Walker, hoping to douse him, and a few of the Lanterns around him.

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Saint Walker leans away from the Ryutian upon his approach.  Usually a threat such as that is followed by some form of projectile.  Walker had simply arrived to heal those in need, but he can understand why Atrocitus would be upset with his presence, seeing that they are at near opposite ends of the spectrum.

“I do not wish to fight you, brother Atrocitus, I came here to heal those in need, that is all,” Walker replies in a surprisingly calm tone.

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((Okay, so, all you new people, like this for a starter, and when I get home today, I'll do replies and make those starters))

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((WHERE DID YOU ALL COME FROM. DID SOMEONE THROW DOWN A GODDAMN POKÉMON LURE ON ATROCITUS' ASS)

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An assassin? Charming. And rather antagonistic, from the look of her. He lumbered further towards the fray, fingers tightening into fists as she shouted.

“I don’t know if you are acting for profit or for sport, but you should learn it best to not meddle with the Red Lanterns…” He watches the mercenaries flee from him and her, squinting in focus at them.

“Were they criminals, or simply competition?”

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The Red Lantern rarely visited the stain on the universe that was Earth. His detest for the planet and it’s people was documented, but here he was, floating across the city skylines, looking for seekers of the righteous rage his Ring thundered with.

He knew not of this world’s people, only that some deserved the vengeance and retribution he delivered. His Corps had this mission as well, but leaving Ysmault to do it himself seemed necessary.

He landed there on the roof top when he spotted the crossbow wielder, taking aim at… Something

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“Walker!” Atrocitus roared to the smaller Lantern, eyes narrowing in contempt. “You and your Corps have no business in this fight.”

The Red Lanterns had staged an attack on the Sinestro Corps, a small outpost there to butcher the fear mongers and reclaim it for its people. But then, the Green Lanterns arrived, and now, Odym’s own keeper had shown himself.

“Our hatred will not be stopped by petty hope and will, ‘Saint’. Leave now, or you may become Martyr Walker.”

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Daddy.

The Rage Lantern stopped in his stride across the grounds of Ysmault, hearing the word spoken to him. His glare intensified at that title, long since forgotten.

“You do not call me father, cretin. I have little patience for your kind as it is.”

He gave a cautionary spit of bile at the grey faced entity before continuing his rounds of his planet

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((Not even a whole day and the quality blogs come following. I ain't ready to start impressing people yet))