Prologue: Vengeance Had

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"H…? …How did you-?" There was no answer save for the soft thwip of the arrow being loosed from the bow to land squarely in the center of Prometheus' forehead, burrowing deep despite the armored helmet that protected his head.

Cold, fearsome blue eyes watched the villain fall, his eyes ablaze with the same thing that drove his questionable actions. "Justice," he spat. By the time the villain fell face forward, dead, Oliver Queen was already turning on his boot heel and walking towards the exit.

The light blinded him for a moment, and he blinked slowly to accustom his eyes to the transition, and when he did, he realized how unnatural his companion looked here. Just beyond the in-between dimension, in this place of brilliant light, she was nothing but darkness and shadow, save for brilliant indigo eyes that seemed to glow beneath her hood.

They narrowed on him immediately, and the ever-monotonous voice issued out from somewhere beneath the violet cloak, "Is it done?"

His piercing gaze flicked over her form through the green mask, and he inwardly sighed that it had come to this. A half demon she was, but when she'd first appeared in their world, she had been a pacifist. Now, he'd just made her an accomplice to cold-blooded murder, no matter that it was to avenge his family…her family, and she'd gone along willingly. She'd offered her aid. He should have turned her down.

It was a long moment before he answered. "Yeah. Yeah, it's done, Raven. Take us home, and then go do your thing. And for God's sake, be careful."