JLA: When Comes the Conqueror! TP June 83
- Two men, separated by geographical distance and opposing ideologies,
each waited within their own hidden bases. The first man was calm and
while his eyes displayed palpable emotions for the most part, he
could be said to be sorrowful and self-contained in his feelings. The
other man paced and restlessly shouted although he was alone.
The man in an African cavern carved beneath a vast mountainside which
displayed a huge depiction of the occupant's features contorted in
anger, was known by many names; however, he now used the colorful Dr.
Mist as his given name. He was a handsome black man with a regal
manner and a costume of green and red and gold. He had a beard and
his features were attractive if given to a brooding demeanor.
He gazed into a fire and shook his head in concern and regret.
"And so it begins once more! I have lived for eons and yet I still
marvel at the pettiness of man! I have no cause to hold myself aloof
from such scorn since I have been all too selfish and cruel in my own
time; however, the passing of the ages has sparked hope within me
that would fain to match the illuminating glow of the Spirit of Life.
This has led me to ever hope that others who have traversed the ages
and journeyed for as long or nearly as long as I have, might also be
above the baser emotions of hatred, greed, and the tools of violence
Dr. Mist stared into the flickering fires and said, "And yet, again I
see one who could be called an Immortal or an Elder falling to the
fulfillment of the most ruthless and benighted of desires! My own
power has seduced me to the edges of humanity and I have not waged a
war within my own heart to lose the ground I have gained through
restraint and moderation. Thus, I will not oppose this foolish being
myself. I will merely summon agents from around the globe to act in
He prepared to act upon his resolution within the hidden caverns that
once dominated the ancient and forgotten Empire of Kor- an empire
created in his own image and ruled by him for far too long.
Elsewhere, the other man opened and closed his fists and ranted and
raved as he paced his own narrow place of confinement. This was in
turn one of the things that separated Dr. Mist from the man in
question. While Dr. Mist's home was clearly a sanctuary, the barren
caverns in which the white man walked acted as a tomb or prison or
place of total
"I have survived the ages in this foul crypt of my own devising. I
have outlived all my loved ones and all my enemies. I alone survive
and now I stir with emotions that threaten to consume me where the
noxious death that claimed my race failed to touch me! My people are
no more and those who were conquered by death have only me to avenge
them. They cry out to me from beyond the veil and I respond with rage
and passion and pain! While my race may be forgotten as merely one
more conquered sect, I shall claim the name of the Conqueror and I
will achieve the complete and total domination of the weak and
mewling masses that followed the destruction of my people to steal
their own place of prominence. I will enslave the human race or I
will slay them all. From out of this dusty grave shall emerge a
colossus to crush mankind and teach humans the futility of their
gross ambition and pride."
He wore a blue tunic and gleaming wrist bands along with a heavy
medallion. His helmet was equally crested with jewels and his
ornately styled beard was threaded through with other small gems.
As he looked around the cavern and his gaze lingered on certain
shadowy devices, he smiled and began to act on his own dark and