"So, you found the source of Gotham's darkness?" Constantine asked, swirling the drink in his glass.
Schiller skipped over how he had found the scale. He merely explained that he had sensed a power from the scale that shared the same origin as Gotham's darkness. No one else in the room pressed him for the exact principles behind it. After all, there was no need to get that precise about magic.
"What was it?" Bruce leaned forward and asked.
"The Dark Dragon Barbatos. He lives in the Abyss beneath the surface, the god of destruction and darkness. He has lurked in the shadows of the universe for a long time, watching this world."
"The pair of eyes we saw," Bruce said quietly. Then he looked up at Schiller and asked, "What exactly is he?"
Schiller gently shook his head. In truth, he knew Barbatos's backstory, but he clearly had no reliable source for that information right now. He couldn't exactly say he had guessed it himself, could he?
Besides, Barbatos's origins were not that important. Put simply, he was a pet dog that ate its owner. At the beginning of the DC Universe, there were two brothers and a third party. That third party was the World Forger, who lived in the World Forger, which was now the Dark Multiverse.
He forged universes there. The good ones were plated up and served, while the bad ones were fed to the dog. Barbatos was that dog, but after eating too much, he started thinking he was something special. So he ate the Forger, and the dark universes that should have been discarded became the Dark Multiverse.
There was no point saying all that now. Judging by the timeline, the unfortunate World Forger had probably already been eaten. Otherwise, the space Little