Spectrum War (2)

Atrocitus was consumed by fury. Formerly known as Atros, he had once been a kind psychologist, but he had gone mad many years ago.

The leader of the Legion of Doom had officially begun his plan for revenge when he blood-sacrificed the other four and obtained a Red Lantern Ring.

From the moment Atrocitus crawled ashore from the sea of blood within his mind, a red lantern had appeared in his hand, along with the blood-colored ring that had long since appeared on his finger.

"Your deaths have bought me the power to take revenge. Rest in peace, my brothers and sisters. I will personally sever the heads of those hypocrites as an offering to you, and to the trillions upon trillions of lives slaughtered throughout Sector 666."

The thumping of his heartbeat pulsed in rhythm with his ring, beating with the rhythm of life.

Atrocitus was a paranoid madman. When he heard that indistinct whisper in his ear, he did not hesitate to kill the four companions who had survived, hidden, and resisted the little blue men alongside him. He dismembered them, drained every drop of their blood, and immersed himself in a pool of blood, using blood to sacrifice to rage.

The Red Lantern Corps, containing endless fury, was born in Atrocitus's hands and expanded madly.

"Oa, I, Atrocitus, have come!! You will pay an eternal price for your mistakes!!!"

Atrocitus's face twisted hideously. His lipless mouth exposed rows of dense, razor-sharp teeth. He was an avenger willing to throw away even his life. To destroy Oa, he would pay any price.

One red figure after another rose from Ysmault, the planet that had imprisoned Atrocitus for countless years, and flew toward Oa with savage sneers.

"We will not lose. This is destined to be a war that