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Behold the Blazing Angel (part 2 of 4)

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Greetings, Unspokenites and welcome back to the site. You know, it occurred to me that it’s been awhile since we sat down and chatted about what’s going on with me. You see, in a matter of weeks, my first grandchild will be born. Exciting, huh? The only problem is…..the stubborn child seems to be quite content with just living in the womb forever!!! Alas, I’m done venting…..for now. This article’s dedicated to you, Lillian Miller. You’re not even officially here yet, and I’d battle Thanos himself for you. (P.S. I know you don’t get my comic book reference yet, but I plan to remedy that A.S.A.P. as I teach you the ways of the nerd.) Anyway, hopefully when I write all of you next, I’ll be Grandpa Symbifan! But for now, back to Azrael…..

The blazing helicopter of Bruce Wayne plummeted uncontrollably into the cabin below! The result was explosive to say the least! What was left of the aircraft then rolled down a snowy hill, crashing into a large pine tree. This stopped the firey vehicle’s momentum. Bruce and Alfred both momentarily lost consciousness as they hung upside down by their safety belts. Alfred was the last to awaken. It had only been a few seconds, but in that amount of time, Bruce had deduced that the shimmer of light that he had spied and the ensuing explosion had been caused by a small rocket launcher. And if he didn’t miss his guess, LeHah was directly involved. Alfred asked about the cabin’s occupants. Bruce replied that their survival was next to impossible. (This is why I keep my feet firmly planted on the ground. With all of my enemies, this is all a definite possibility. What? Who’s exaggerating? Blogging is a dangerous biz, peeps!)

Meanwhile, below the very spot where the cabin once stood, the young man and his dwarven associate stand within a highly reinforced fallout shelter! (Wait a minute here! Let’s take a moment to reflect on the fact that Batman was just wrong! I now return you to the article, already in progress.) The new Azrael wonders aloud who might do this. But his thought is interrupted by a deafening sound from above. As he listens, so do Bruce and Alfred. The assassins look up and see the cause of the noise as they’re nearly buried alive by a massive avalanche! Bruce Wayne and Alfred escape their wreckage unscathed and Bruce fashions them snow shoes from odds and ends. As they walk away, they wonder about the attackers. They seemed to have reached their own helicopter in time, but whether or not they escaped the onslaught of snow was another story. But they did live. Just barely. One of the two, LeHah himself, now sits with his accomplice in the open air, looking at the smoking ruins of their aircraft. LeHah claims to the other man that he saw a face as they struggled to survive. He uttered a name as they were sure to die, Biis. And just like that, they leveled off enough for a crash landing.

LeHah continues to recount the tale, but the other man questions him as to why. He was there for every bit of it after all. But LeHah continues to speak until it becomes clear that he isn’t talking to the man at all. He speaks to this Biis. It seems that Biis would like LeHah to be his servant, but first he must prove himself. Before the other man can move to defend himself, LeHah uses a quickly drawn machete to sever his partner’s head! At that moment, Bruce and Alfred continue their slow trek through the snow. Alfred suddenly stops. He questions his employer and friend as to what they’re to do next. Civilization is too far off to reach before nightfall and surely they’ll freeze before they arrive. Bruce hands his own coat back to Alfred and instructs him to wear it over his own. He will wear only his Batman costume to combat the cold as it contains its own heating system. (What an ass! Alfred was freezing this whole time, and Batman’s warm and comfy in his coat and heated tights?! It just goes to show you what kind of hero the Dark Knight is. Damn!) That’s when the earth below their feet began to rumble once again! But this time, a literal wall of flames erupt from the snow before them!

Batman and Alfred barely have time to shield their eyes before a hovercraft bursts from the inferno! Batman leaps into the air without hesitation and grabs hold of the craft! Inside, Nomoz looks to Azrael and orders him to armor up and get rid of their little stowaway. The boy refuses at first, but Nomoz’s grim orders finally win out and Azrael completes his armor set by donning his mask! He then leaps outside through a hatch and attacks the Batman! Fists are thrown by both parties but to no avail! They seem evenly matched. They leap from the vehicle and continue their brawl in the snow. Batman attempts to talk sense into Azrael, but is instead met with a punch that sends the Dark Knight staggering! Batman vows that he won’t allow another strike to land. He begins to pummel the Avenging Angel! Seeing this, the dwarf bellows for Azrael to use his flaming sword! Without complaint, the weapon is drawn! He strikes, but Batman uses his cape to seize the blade and pull it from his attacker’s grasp! He then uses the momentum to hurl it far from both men! Alfred cries out for Batman to dodge quickly! The dark hero attempts to do this, but too slow. The hovercraft rams him in the spine from behind as it stops just long enough to pick up the stunned Azrael and then shoot off into the sky! (Bet you didn’t think you’d read about a dwarf flying a hovercraft when you woke up this morning! Surprised ya there, huh?)

After the hovercraft is far from sight, Batman rises from the snow. Though he’s a bit sore, he’s okay. His armor took the brunt of the attack. With Alfred at his side, he slides down into the fallout shelter to look for clues. Miles away, Nomoz grins. He tells Azrael that they have the Bat right where they want him. Confused, Azrael asks why it would be a good thing to have him in their lair. Nomoz replies as he lifts an explosive trigger that the place is wired to explode at the mere touch of a button! Elsewhere, LeHah grins as he applies facepaint in a mirror within his fancy hotel room. He then dons strange, medieval-looking armor. It is decided. He would now serve his dark lord, Biis, by eliminating Azrael once and for all! By this time, Nomoz and the young Azrael are settled into their own rooms within a rather old-looking mansion. Azrael has in this small amount of time constructed new, more high-tech armor. Blades now spring from gauntlets with the flick of the wrist and the armor itself is light and highly flexible for hand-to-hand combat. The dwarf looks pleased. (He created new armor in that short amount of time? Hell, it takes me longer in the bathroom. What? I’m old!)

Azrael asks more about the Order of Saint Dumas. Nomoz answers that those of the Order had become very wealthy by the end of the crusades. They would use this fortune for whatever good causes they found. But if they were betrayed, they would send Azrael to punish their enemies. One of these enemies was LeHah. LeHah had stolen money from the Order’s Swiss bank accounts and used the money to create an arms dealing operation for himself. That’s when Azrael’s father had been sent out. Unfortunately, LeHah had been ready and the former Azrael had perished. (The next scene was omitted because it served little point to the plot. It’s just LeHah standing naked, with facepaint on, vowing to serve the demon lord, Biis. But if you wanna see his old man buns for yourself, feel free to find this issue online. Ugh! Shudder…..) Meanwhile, Batman has discovered information in the hidden bomb shelter on the Order. That, and he has also discovered a loose wire dangling overhead. It was connected to the explosives all around them! It must’ve pulled loose when the hovercraft lifted off.

Nomoz looks to the new Angel of Vengeance and tells him that LeHah had been their treasurer and as such, knows the whereabouts of not only every single bank account, but every member themselves! The dwarf had called the nearest Order member to be ready for an attack. It turned out that he had been suffering from an illness in a nearby hospital. They should leave immediately. Nomoz had been correct. LeHah was in fact planning to assassinate all members of the Order of St. Dumas in tribute to the demon, Biis! Later, at the hospital in question, Azrael readies himself to protect this follower of the Order. Nomoz corrects the young man. Azrael is meant to avenge, not to protect. But this conversation is cut short as they enter the hospital room. Azrael hears screams within and kicks the door open. LeHah stands in full armor as he murders the nurse with a large rifle! Next is the Order member! He then turns his attention to Azrael and Nomoz! Nomoz orders Azrael to protect himself with his armor. But it’s all too late. Azrael can only clutch the duffle bag containing his armor. The gunshots hit him, knocking him through the glass window! Azrael lies in the alleyway below, smoke rising from his limp form!

To be continued…..

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Behold the Blazing Angel (part 1 of 4)

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I remember being really late to the party when it came to Azrael. By the time I learned about the character, he was already on his way to becoming the new Batman. This meant I’d missed his first appearance by quite a bit. So, rather than spending tons of my parents’ hard-earned cash on backissues, I did what any other cheap comic fan does, I bought the trade paperback. To say I was impressed with the character was an understatement! But you don’t want to read me droning on about the “Avenging Angel”. Let’s begin my look back at the miniseries that started it all with “Batman: Sword of Azrael” #1…..

The knight stood within the expensive Gotham City high-rise apartment. He had his flaming sword at the ready. His prey sat, clothed in nothing but a robe, in a leather chair. Considering the threat that stood before him, the man didn’t look afraid in the slightest. In fact, he looked mildly amused! The knight proclaimed that the man’s life was forfeit. He had been judged and the punishment was death by firey sword! The man smiled and replied that this wasn’t so. He pulled a handgun and aimed it at the knight. This was a shock. Surely he saw that the knight was armored. But shots were fired anyway in quick procession. To the knight’s surprise, the bullets passed straight through his chainmail and into the muscled flesh beneath! Blood sprayed the window behind him as he sank to the floor. He was mortally wounded. He knew it. The man rose and advanced with the weapon still drawn! He meant to finish the job! That’s when the knight swung upwards with his flaming sword and cut into the man’s arrogant face! Other men with automatic weapons burst into the room and fired! But rather than take further damage, the knight threw himself through the window, shattering the bloodied glass! (Wow! That was an action-packed beginning! I don’t blame the knight for not fearing the gun either. I was more afraid of that robe coming untied instead. Shudder!)

Controlling his fall as best as he could, the knight spied a large parade going on below him. It was for the city’s annual Founder’s Day if memory served him correctly. Seeing a banner hanging over the street, the knight grabbed hold and used it to swing onto the back of a horse marching in the parade. The horse nearly threw him as it reared up! People in the crowd panicked and began running. The scene was total chaos! The injured knight rode the animal a small distance before falling off near an alleyway. Gripping his bloody wounds, he entered the confined area as quietly as he could. He was seen by a homeless beggar that ran off, afraid of the knight’s flaming weapon most likely. (Yep. That’d do it for me. Man with a flaming sword spotted? Me walking hastily in the other direction. I’m way too pretty to die after all.) He continued along the alleyways, his blood flowing from his many wounds until he passed a concerned couple. They offered him their help when they saw the amount of blood. He waved them away with a blessing and continued along his path. The knight reached a door and knocked on it as he fell. He pulled off his helmet as the door was answered by a blonde youth in glasses. The boy exclaimed one word, “Father?!”

The young man stood vigil at his father’s side as he lie, very close to death, in the boy’s bed. The boy offered to fetch a doctor but his father refused. No-one must learn of the existence of Azrael. The boy will have to leave his corpse to be discovered by others. The knight’s son must find a package left for him and continue where he had failed. Before any more questions could be asked, the knight passed away. The youth cried out in horror and anguish as he was left alone in the room. Meanwhile, Bruce Wayne’s butler, Alfred, questioned his employer and friend. Usually the Batman didn’t concern himself with riots. What was different this time? Bruce replied that fourteen people lie injured while four others had perished. Bruce approached the grandfather clock and turned the hands. This opened the entryway to the Batcave. He continued that an angel had been spotted dropping into the parade from above, inciting the ensuing madness. Alfred recanted his earlier statement. This was in fact very much a Batman case. Bruce ignored the butler’s sarcasm as he walked to his large computer setup. He brought an image of a bullet-riddled armor plate that a police officer had found in the streets. It was soaked in blood. The second fact that interested Bruce was that the apartment above was owned by Carleton LeHah, a little-known manufacturer of exotic weaponry and ammunition. Ammunition that could even penetrate an “angel’s” armor. Bruce began suiting up. (Yeah. Just drop your drawers in mid-sentence there, Bruce. Honestly, poor Alfred.)

The young man opened the package as he was instructed. There was a phone number within. Calling it, some men arrived and took his father’s body away. Next, there was around fourty thousand dollars in the different currencies of several nations. Lastly, was a note that instructed him to go to a small airfield in Switzerland. After taking a plane from there, he was picked up and taken to a secluded cabin nestled within snowy mountain peaks. He knocked, unsure of what was to happen next. A dwarven man answered. He was called Nomoz and he would be the boy’s new teacher. A teacher of something he called “The System”. (Is this a sex thing? This sounds like a sex thing.) The beastly man who drove him there then struck him. The boy recovered and demanded to know why he’d been assaulted. He was struck again. He was then answered. It was to show him how weak he was. His father had been a member of a secret order that dated back to the fourteenth century. He was called Azrael. And the boy would now take his place. Meanwhile, in Gotham City, Batman investigated the apartment that the “angel” had fallen from. He found new glass had been recently been installed. Outside, he found the clue he’d been hoping for, spent armor-piercing rounds. The Dark Knight then left a high-tech listening device behind in LeHah’s apartment to pick up anything else of interest. It didn’t take long. There were mumbling about someone or something named Dumas, an upcoming attack, and suitcase-sized warheads.

Nomoz dangled a medallion on a chain in font of the boy’s face. It was very intricately detailed. Nomoz told him that this was the crest of the ancient Order of Saint Dumas. His father and those that came before him had spent their lives in service to this order. But first, they must recall a type of training that had been implanted in the boy’s mind by his father since birth. (Can you imagine a baby pulling off extraordinary Kung-Fu moves while inside the womb? The poor mother! ) He would remember this only as odd dreams he’d had throughout his life. Back in Gotham, Batman spoke to Commissioner Gordon atop the police headquarters for information. This led him to the alleyways in search of this “angel’s” missing flaming sword. The vigilante discovered a grate that led to a stairway. Shining a small flashlight, the sword was discovered, crest of the Order of St. Dumas at the hilt! But even Batman knew nothing of this secretive order. For that, he’d need help. Back at the cabin, the boy was hypnotized by the swinging medallion. This would awaken The System inside of him and he would wake up transformed.

What happened next could only be described as Hell itself opened up inside the boy’s brain! His eyes then snapped open. The thug moved to strike him once more. But this time, he dodged instinctively and swept the goon’s legs out from under him! Nomoz told him that The System had done it’s job. Now he just needed to work his body to match his new skills. (If this was an 80’s movie, it’d be time for a montage scene. But this is my article, so hum the “Eye of the Tiger” on your own time.) Batman went to Oracle for the information he needed. Once she was a crimefighter like him, Batgirl. That was before the sadistic Joker severed her spine with a well-placed bullet. Now she operated as the “information person” with her high-tech computer system and uncanny intellect. Oracle had had trouble finding anything on the symbol that the Dark Knight had presented her with. But in typical Oracle fashion, she didn’t give up. She discovered that the Order of St. Dumas had began as part of the fabled Knights Templar and that they had splintered off of the main group after a disagreement. Their leader, Dumas, led them in the crusades where they acquired a vast wealth. The Order seemingly disappeared soon after. But maybe they weren’t gone after all, Batman mused.

The young man made his way up one of the snowy mountainside with Nomoz leading the way. They reached yet another building before dark. While Nomoz was presenting the boy with the garments he’d wear as the new Azrael, Batman had taken a private jet to the area. He’d overheard that known terrorists that were working with LeHah over a weaponry deal and were going to strike at this “Dumas”. The Dark Knight put two and two together and shot through the air at breathtaking speed to hopefully save a young man’s life. He and Alfred took a helicopter the rest of the way to the cabin. But too late! Terrorists appeared over the ridge, rocket launchers aimed at the small wooden building! Only seconds passed before the helicopter was caught in the intense explosion that decimated the entire cabin hideaway below!

To be continued…..

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Character Eradication (Part 2 of 3)

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Well, after a near-lethal bout with the flu, (At least that’s what it felt like!) your loyal Symbifan has returned with more 90’s DC Comics goodness! So sit back, grab a can of Surge and some 3D Doritos, and enjoy a trip back through time with the 2nd issue of “The Eradicator” miniseries from 1996!

The strange but beautiful woman welcomed him home. She welcomed him to Krypton! She speaks to him of her love for him, of how long she has waited for him. She tries to caress his face. Instinctively, he turns from this embrace. She turns, seemingly hurt. She then states that she understands his apprehension. He is corrupted after all. Though they are both programs, are they not meant to be happy? Programs? What does she mean by this? Meanwhile, in the Bronx, the police have arrived on scene to take statements of the destruction caused by the Eradicator to the Connors’ building. The police attempt to talk to Sarah, David’s soon-to-be ex-wife about the whole ordeal, but they are interrupted by the youngest child’s outburst. This wasn’t some supervillain attack, this was his father! Wasn’t it? Sarah comforts her upset and confused son. But as she does so, even she must wonder herself. (Are we all just gonna ignore the fact that her name’s Sarah Connor? Like from the sci-fi classic film, “The Terminator”?! Hahaha! Awesome! Simply awesome. God, I’m a nerd. Moving on…..)

The woman continues. She states that yes, they are programs, like this beautiful “Krypton” that they stand in at this very moment. She says how the ancient kryptonian, Kem-L, created him to house all that was once Krypton within his memory banks when he was but a simple computer that was discovered within a crashed and abandoned starship. She was created soon after to house all of Krypton’s vast mythologies. But he was also given the mission to eradicate all that would threaten Krypton. Hence his name. She was named Faora, after Kem-L’s beloved grandmother. (I think Faora lost in the Badass Name Contest. Just sayin’.) The Eradicator lashes out at his surroundings in anger and frustration with an energy blast! He quickly apologizes but flies off to clear his head. If he was no more than a program, was David Connor truly dead and gone? Is he really nothing but an echo of a human soul?

Faora follows him. She tells him that her intent was never to hurt him, but free him with the truth. He is a program that absorbs essences like information. This happened with his alien creator, the Cleric, next was Superman, and now David Conner. He is only the Eradicator. No more, no less. Just then, the voice from earlier once again invades his mind! It speaks of truths. But before the Eradicator can reply, Faora cries out in pain! She seems to faint and begin plummeting to the planet below! The Eradicator quickly comes to her rescue. Catching her, she looks into his confused red eyes and whispers how her energies are not what they once were. She will not function for much longer. Now panicked, he offers her some of his power to sustain her. She agrees that this seems possible. Then, without hesitation, he kisses her, passing his energy into her! (Gives the term “sparks fly” a whole new meaning with this kiss, huh? Seriously though, he’s married. For shame! Or is he? I’m so confused!)

Suddenly, Faora latches onto the Eradicator and holds him still while she begins sucking all of the power within him into herself! But before he perishes, he swings with a mighty fist, knocking her away from his weakened body! Rising from a crater, she tells the Eradicator how pathetic he is and how she only sought to free him of his corruption! (Jeez! Just because the guy doesn’t wanna suck face anymore? I tell ya, some women are just born crazy!) Again the Eradicator hears the voice. It tells him to see the madness in her words! That’s when the crystalline orbs above Faora’s pet creatures heads begin to reveal an image. Faora cries out in outrage and the orbs crash together!The voice becomes louder as it begins to explain itself.

The voice was of the true creator of the Eradicator device, the Cleric. His people were a people of peace and harmony and they lived happily until they began to run out of the resources they needed to live. So the Cleric created devices he called the All. These computer-like machines would absorb all of the knowledge of their homeworld and take it to the stars, in search of other worlds that the Cleric’s race could colonize. They were overjoyed when they found such a world. It was called Krypton. But the Kryptonians were less than hospitable to alien races! They rounded up the males, females, children, and even rebel members of their own race and burnt their bodies until nothing remained! One of their number, a man named Kem-L, seized the All and reprogrammed it to want to preserve all that made up Krypton and to protect its ways even if that meant killing. The All was renamed the Eradicator and all memory of this “Great Purge” was erased from Kryptonian history. (Whoa! Kryptonians sound like monsters! They even make comic book movie fans look tame!) The Eradicator dropped to his knees, defeated emotionally at last.

Looking up, he cried out in anguish that he’s a monster. But the voice of the Cleric denied this. He was created as a peaceful tool. Only the evil of Kem-L had corrupted him. He had no choice. Faora roared at the Cleric. He was twisting the truth! She was the only way to help his fractured mind. Only she knew the way. But the Eradicator had had enough. He blasted Faora away from him. He then rose and approached her fallen form. Did she not feel remorse? Regret? She replied in anger that she did not. Kem-L was right in what he did. He was right! He? That’s when the mask of illusion fell and Faora became his true self, Kem-L! (Ewww! Gross! The Eradicator frenched an old dude!) The Eradicator stood stunned! The realm around them then reveals a world of floating, charred bones! Kem-L stated that the Eradicator had somehow evolved past being a simple program. This wasn’t fair! Kem-L should be the one that’s a living, breathing being! He is the savior of the true Krypton after all! He will take the Eradicator’s power for himself and live once more!

The Eradicator tries to attack the madman, but using the power he has already absorbed, he reforms easily and begins to draw the very essence from the Eradicator! Suddenly, inspiration hits. The Eradicator shouts that if he wants what he has contained within his physical form so badly, then take only what Kem-L created! Take all of the pain, the rage, and the fear! Take all of it! He’s done holding it for him. Kem-L’s program explodes! The Cleric then appears. What is the Eradicator to do now, he asks. The Cleric replies that now that he knows the truth, he is free to do what he wishes. His heart is the key. The two embrace before the vision of the Cleric fades away. With newfound hope, the Eradicator looks to the Earth as it becomes visible through the program. He then flies off to begin his life anew. (Awww! That’s sweet. See, there’s hope out there even for a Kryptonian killing program. Maybe there’s hope for Earth politicians as well? Nah!)

But what’s this? It seems our tale isn’t over quite yet. Energy crackles inside the program world, drawing the bones together as a being is formed from them! Kem-L completes his new, monstrous body and vows aloud that he will have all of the Eradicator’s power yet! He will live again!

To be concluded…..

Dedicated to my unborn grandson/granddaughter! That’s right! Your loyal Symbifan is gonna officially be an even older fart! I’m gonna be a grandfather! Congratulations to my son, James Miller, and his girlfriend, Abby Slifer!