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The New Circle 85B/? 
9th-Sep-2013 10:47 pm

Title: The New Circle
Fandoms: Smallville/Secret Circle
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Whitney Fordman, Greg Arkin, Cassie Blake, Diana Meade, Mikhail Balcoin, Lucas Dunleavy, Faye Chamberlain, Byron Moore...
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Chloe Sullivan had a normal-ish life before the circle and John Blackwell turned her life upside down and gave new meaning to the unexplained weirdness that goes on in Smallville. Now life's a witch, she's a part of a circle she's not too sure she wants to be bound to, and not only do they have to worry about Witch-Hunters, but unknowingly to them another circle is on the hunt too.
Wanna thank tenshinrtaiga for betaing!

Rao sat on his throne, six screens in the air playing images of destruction as his forces launched simultaneous attacks on the Six Houses. Granny stood at his right hand and Desaad on his left, both silent as they watched the Omega-clad warriors, both witches and humans alike, fall upon their unprepared prey. It was why they'd moved all the pieces, so that they could attack in unison, cutting the Six off from each other, making them even weaker as they kept them from being able to band together and fight. Instead, Rao's forces ripped through their defenses like paper, the man on the throne smirking as his eyes turned Reptilian, betraying his true nature.

On one screen, the House of Le Fay was all but destroyed; the large city block that belonged solely to the Le Fay family was completely ablaze. Screams could be heard and blood ran down the streets – it was the only thing putting out the fires anymore.

On another screen, the House of Sigan struggled to hold on, the isolated mountain city they'd built left them far away from any ally that could have come to their rescue and, while the mountain behind the city kept anyone from circling, it also kept them from being able to escape as well. Rao's men dislodged large boulders from high above the mountain and hurtled them down upon the city and its inhabitants.

On the next screen, the House of Wylt was putting up quite the fight, used to the near sub-zero temperatures of their home, and yet even with these sorts of advantages, they couldn't hold out against the brutality and numbers of Rao's army. Where one or two of those clad with the Omega symbol might fall, there were six more to take their place, who didn't stop to mourn their fallen brethren, who didn't care about the freezing weather because they burned with the fervor of their mission.

On another screen, the House of Tentagel crumbled. News from Rao's spies was that, only hours ago, the Patriarch had returned to the House and had been there during the attack. He hadn't been able to hold his House though, the Tentagel House being the first of the Six to fall, and Rao had felt when the leader's life had been taken from him, had felt when the heir's life had been taken, and then another heir, and then another. With each death, he could feel the power returning to him, and his smirk grew. He didn't know if the Tentagel line was truly finished, but it had been dealt a horrible blow this day.

On another screen, the House of Luthor was gone. The mansion in Scotland was completely decimated, most of the clan completely annihilated, only a handful alive and unaccounted for. Those unaccounted for mainly consisted of Lionel's Circle, his Firstborn's Circle, and part of his Secondborn's Circle.

On the last screen, the House of Balcoin, if it could truly be considered a "House" since it was really a house… Well, it hadn't really stood a chance. Just like with the other Five, Smallville was caught up with the destruction, with the frenzy of the attack, with the madness and destruction, human beings brought into a fight that wasn't their own.

Rao's lips curled in a smirk.

He'd waited for this day for too long.

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When the attacks had started, he thought it was some sort of Red Dawn shit happening. And then Van realized that it wasn't another country invading them. Or even if it was, it wasn't just normal humans attacking (even though, yes, there were normal humans amongst them) but most of these people were, for lack of a better word, freaks. They could do magic. He wanted to say witch but then he'd have to really go back and think about all the things that had happened over the last couple of months, especially with Chloe and her family, and he really didn't know if he could handle the whole Teen Witch thing. Teen Wolf? For some reason, he could have gotten his head around that much better than witchcraft.

Van had always worried about his father off in hostile countries keeping the peace, and yet he found himself in a true battlefield, and while his father had taught him to fight and use weapons, he didn't have the abilities their attackers had. Still, if you caught them off-guard, a bullet to the head (or any other body part) affected them, so Van figured they weren't hopeless. So when two of those assholes attacked his house, he was ready for them, blowing them full of buckshot, the dudes not seeing it coming. He'd slung his bag full of weapons over his shoulder, wearing the Kevlar vest (his shaking mom wearing one as well) and he'd led her out of there, the both of them using their riot shields, finally forced out of the relative safety of their house and into the madness of Smallville under attack.

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"Brent!" Trent yelled, eyes wide as the boy who'd always tagged along and annoyed the hell out of him, and yet had always been a friend, fell to the ground a couple of hundred yards away, a large hole in his chest.

"We have to keep going!" Lucas grunted under Mikhail's weight, hissing a spell and flinging a hand out towards a curse zinging towards them, returning it to its caster. "Trent! We will mourn him later but I need you to help me now!"

The usually stoic boy was obviously finding it hard to get his emotions under control as he nodded, returning to helping Lucas drag the injured and unconscious Mikhail through the battleground.

In front of them, Clark Kent and his parents tried clearing the way for them, though to where, they didn't know. They'd made sure to find Greg's mother and Whitney's parents, even Nell, adding them to the group and making sure that they were safe together as they tried to figure out what to do and where to go, especially now that they had so many injured. Adam and Jake were dragging Pete similarly to the way Trent and Lucas had Mikhail. Obviously Balcoins were being especially targeted during this battle. So far Byron was the only one who was only mildly injured, and he was helping the others to provide cover and protection to those who were carrying the wounded. The Lost Boys were taking a serious hit and Lucas had lost sight of most of them, Brent having been their latest casualty that he'd seen, and yet he was sure to be far from their last for the night. So far, the only ones that had managed to keep in the group were Trent, Brendan and Grant… and Grant had a dislocated shoulder that no one had the time to put back into place considering they were all running for their lives at the moment.

Lucas closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath.

The whole town was surrounded, these mercenaries after their blood were like ants and when they killed one, six more seemed to appear out of nowhere to take their place. It was only a matter of time before they were all dead.

Beneath them, the Balcoin symbol in the main cavern in the Bleeding Cave began to slowly, faintly, glow in the darkness.

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"Those six humans that released Rao did so by blood sacrifice," her captor informed her. "Rao whispered in Vika's ears, for some reason enamored with that human woman. There are ways, when one is powerful enough and from the purest bloodlines, to see through the veils that separate the dimension. He'd been watching her for a very long time before merely watching her wasn't enough and Rao began to manipulate things as much as he could from this side. It was a scandal back in the day, I've been told. Why would he want some human when he could have any Royal he wanted?" The Major eyed Chloe before continuing. "There's always been a weakness in the veil between our worlds at certain intervals and he used those times to commune with her in dreams, appearing to her in visions, and convinced her and five others to release him. He told them of the power he could give them, and taught them the blood rituals they would have to perform to release him; a ritual which culminated in the Six drinking of a mixture of his and their blood once he'd successfully crossed over, allowing them to receive the powers he'd crafted from the creatures you've seen here."

Chloe stared up at him in shock, unable to believe what she was hearing, and yet why would he lie to her? "That's why none of the other Five's leaders' True Reflections are Dragons. They've taken on the closest earthly version of whatever monstrous creature from over here their magic originated from… since only Royals… only Dragons… can shift into humans." She then frowned. "Tentagel is a komodo. That's still lizardy."

The Major eyed her thoughtfully, obviously not recognizing the word "komodo". "If it was a reptile, the unlucky donor of that magic could have been one of our very distant, much less evolved and less powerful cousins, such as the Fire Salamander or the Amphisbaena or the Piast. We have many distant relatives who never lived up to the Dragons in any way or form."

"Unlucky donor?" Chloe's eyebrows nearly touched in a frown.

He chuckled darkly. "We are not all powerful. When he gave them power when they had none, he had to kill a magical being to strip it bare and steal it's magical life force to give to the humans. It would have been different had the humans already had magic, but they didn't, so Six creatures had to die so Witches, a new race, could be born. It's a very slow, very painful process. You have to make sure to suck every bit of it out of them. Sometimes the process lasts for days. All the while, the victim is alive and in immense pain." He shook his head when he noticed her horrified expression. "There's a reason this caused a scandal."

Chloe's lips parted. "If it was such a big deal, why didn't anyone stop him? Why didn't you?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Again, I was a merely hatchling during these events. Also, you don't seem to realize how high up on the totem pole Rao truly is. He's one of the Oldest Bloodlines; we respect that." He paused, eyeing her. "But when he was sent back, something changed in him, or that's what I was told, because that was the Rao I grew to know."

Chloe's eyes widened, mentally kicking herself for not realizing it sooner. This guy would have firsthand knowledge about Rao and about the inner machinations of that man's... errr… Dragon's, mind.

"While I couldn't understand why he'd want to go back to your world when he could stay in ours and live amongst our people, personally, I found him brilliant. True, I was a mere boy at the time, highly impressionable, I've been told… repeatedly." He pushed away finally, clasping his hands behind his back, military in his stance once more. He chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "I followed your father around like a puppy eager to serve. When I found out that he was using the thinning of the veil to speak with the new leader of the Balcoin witches on your side, I stayed quiet even though I knew the elders didn't want Rao leaving this realm once more. Not with how important his purity, his ancestry, both in blood and magic, meant for our race." He cleared his throat. "And yet I stayed quiet and I stood by his side as he used what he called Samhain, when the veil was at its thinnest, to cement the pact between him and Francis Balcoin. He crafted a new magic for him, a strong magic, by killing a cousin that had evolved closer to us in many ways, the Wyvern. This was a different killing due to this fact but he killed it for this reason as well because he needed to add a hint of his own magic, and he'd needed a magic close enough to our own to use as an incubator." A muscle jumped in his cheek. "In exchange for a Balcoin girl of his choosing, he gave a human not only magic so similar to our own, but he added a drop of our magic as well!"

Chloe could see the anger in those blues.

"Do you understand?" he asked in a hiss. "You are the reason he did everything."

"Don't blame me." Chloe narrowed her eyes, stabbing her finger at his chest. "I wasn't even a gleam my parent's eyes."

In the flash of an eye, his hand reached out and clasped around her finger, the purple flames flickering blue for a second. "Yes, you were."

Chloe didn't know what to say about that, pulling her finger free from his grip. "So you stopped following him around after that then."

He looked away, returning to clasping his hands behind his back. "No." He licked his lips. "I did not. Your father, he is a very charismatic person who draws you into his cause and convinces you that the ends justifies the means, even if you're not too sure you support his reasons."

Chloe's lips parted when suddenly her temple began to throb hard and she brought her hand to it, giving a little groan. Her right hand was burning too. She ignored it though, as well as the Major's question, eyes widening as she realized that, over his shoulder, on the opposite wall, she could see the Balcoin symbol flickering faintly.

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"The fuck is going on, man?" Van snapped, moving the barrel of his shotgun away from Clark's chest. His plan had been to get him and his mother to someplace hidden and to stay that way until this all blew over, but then they'd run into Tina and Justin, Deputy Gary Watts, as well as a couple of Whitney's old football buddies: Trevor, Bradley, Dan, Nathan, Hank and Caleb. They also had their families with them, a couple of them were injured. With a group this big, there was no way they could hide, not for long. It was why Van had felt relief after the stab of fear when they'd turned the corner and come upon the other group, even though they didn't seem to be much better off than they were.

"We're being attacked," Lana announced, reaching her hand into the air. "Light I beseech thee, heat and shoot forth!" She flung her hand out, lightning shooting out at the attackers around them, buying them some time. "We need to find a safe place, now!"

"There's no place that can hold this many people and also keep us all safe from attack," a guy Van didn't know pointed out, bending to his knees and slamming his fists into the ground. "Ground, breathe a sigh!"

The earth around the soldiers began puffing out dirt, blinding them and giving the group, giving anyone trying to escape, precious time to do so.

"What about the Caves?" Van asked, his mouth moving without him even knowing what he was talking about.

Everyone turned to him in confusion and wariness.

"How do you know about the Caves?" One of the guys Van didn't know pointed his palm towards him threateningly as he came forwards, his other arm dislocated. "Are you one of them? Is this a trap? I-!"

Van raised his shotgun and aimed it at the guy. "Put your palm down dude or I'll fucking shoot it off. I don't know what Caves I was talking about but-" And then he felt it again, that weird feeling, the boy frowning as he dropped the shotgun and gripped at his head. "What's… happening…?" And then suddenly he could feel his eyes tickling as he opened them.

"Jesus," Dan hissed.

"Van?" his mother whispered.

"I knew it!" the guy hissed, keeping his palm pointed at Van.

"This is like in that show." Caleb crossed himself. "His eyes just bled black!"

Justin blinked. "Cool."

Tina eyed him in shock before elbowing him, hard.

He cleared his throat, straightening. "Uh, I mean, ewww."

"Grant, put the palm down or I'm not going to forgive you again, even though you brought my sister to me." Van had no idea what he was saying, but it had the guy with the palm freezing, everyone else from Clark's group staring at him in a completely different way now.

Grant slowly lowered his hand, obeying.

Byron pushed past Lana, knocking her a little out of the way. "Chloe?"

Van turned to Byron in confusion, about to ask him what Chloe to do with any of this. "Get to the caves." Van's eyes widened. What the hell? "Why hasn't someone even considered them as an option?"

"They're gone. Destroyed," some blonde dude announced, helping another dude shoulder an unconscious Pete. "They collapsed on themselves, the entrance is completely blocked. We couldn't get in even if we wanted to."

Byron reached into a bag Lana was carrying and pulled out the remains of an old leather book, which was half burnt. "The BoS didn't fair too well either."

What the hell were they talking about? Caves? BoS? "Pete's the First, that's ridiculous. Get to the Caves, these people need protection and that's the only place you'll find it."

"But Chloe-" the tall guy helping Lucas with Mikhail began.

"Trent, you all need to get to the Caves." Van was getting a little freaked by now considering he did not know these people's names. "I'm sorry for just hijacking you like this, Van. Though, to be honest, I didn't realize I could do this with you either until right this instant. I have to go, he's realizing I'm not paying attention to him and I have to escape. Get to the Caves. You'll be safe there. Just get to them."

And then he could speak for himself again.

Van looked around at everyone as he blinked, hand on his head, the black bleeding out of his eyes. "The hell just happened?"

"That's not important right now," Mr Fordman announced, eyeing their surroundings, a pump-action shotgun in his hand. "If the girl says we need to get to those damned Caves – we need to get to those damned Caves."

10th-Sep-2013 07:06 am (UTC)
Holy shit!! So Rao's is trying to kill the six so he can have power back. Ohh no the Tentagel's. poor Adam he just got his family back.

Did Chloe just hijack Van? Is he one of Chloe's prophets? And how did she do it being so far away?

Every time I think there can't possibly be anymore twists you always surprise me.

Amazing. Need more like always!
12th-Sep-2013 01:08 am (UTC)
Yeah, that is *part* of it.

She did! he's not a prophet...will be explained later ;)

I try my darndest!
10th-Sep-2013 01:48 pm (UTC) - Awesome
Oh, I loved this!

I'm glad you brought back some non-Witch characters: Van, Tina, Justin, Trevor, etc. to show how this Raopocalypse affects the vast majority of people. Van as prophet? I wonder if he'll be more tickled or pissed when he sees Chloe again. He was jazzed about TeenWolf!Chloe even after he'd seen Moira!Wolf attack the Jenkins cattle, but TeenWitch!Chloe might be too much since he's the direct recipient of possession and witches attacked his home.

So, here's my theory: Rao gave the proto-Witch Six power by binding them to his blood and the ShadowRealm!Creature magic. The Six know that they can't kill each other off lest they all lose their magic. Rao feels the magic draining back into him when the Six and their Heirs are killed, so the existence of the Six was necessary to anchor the ShadowRealm magic into this dimension. Magic dimmed - for lack of a better word - when the lines of the Six faltered because so much magic was draining back into Rao through the veil. If I'm even a tiny bit right, Rao must've REALLY wanted Chloe to have made that deal with John Balcoin. And what did the Luthors get?

What about the magic of the non-Six witches? How did the Hibbins, Thoreaux, Withridge, Teague, etc. get magic if they didn't participate in the original blood-suckage? I'm gonna guess that all witches can trace their lineage back to the Six in some fashion but started off as junior branches of a Six family and eventually evolved their own specialties.

And wow! The Balcoin circle has Adam Tentagel, Lucas Luthor, Mikhail, Byron and Pete Balcoin and will probably have Zatanna Le Fay Zatara if Chloe makes it back to Smallville. That's gotta make them a target with 4 of Six lines still existing. I hope Chloe learns enough from the arrogant Dragon Folk to protect her loved ones from Rao.

And lol - Butterflies of Doom!
12th-Sep-2013 01:11 am (UTC) - Re: Awesome
Glad to hear!!!

Yes! That's exactly why I wanted to bring in non-witch characters, because they are affected as well. You will be seeing more of the mortals and their integration into this as they've been thrown into this fight against their will now.

Yes, Chloe has 4 of the six with her, which makes her and Smallville a very big target.
10th-Sep-2013 11:53 pm (UTC)
I really love Van's reaction to being possessed by Chloe. Also how prepared was he for an apocolyptic show down. Is Van a prepper?

I hope that Chloe can manage to get away from her Father's biggest fan. And that some of Adam's family has survived because he only just got them back.

Balcoin caves are back Wooo! I think it has more to do with Chloe/Scales (or the attacking hordes) than Pete being accepted as the First.
11th-Sep-2013 10:28 am (UTC)
That was me by the way. Didn't realise I was logged out.
12th-Sep-2013 01:09 am (UTC)
Something like that! With his dad off to war he's definitely prepared for *anything* that might happen as he has to protect his mother in his father's absence.

The Balcoin Caves are most definitely back, and people will be asking themselves why and who woke them up!
11th-Sep-2013 12:50 am (UTC)
Oh my gosh! You have such a twisty mind. I love it. :D I hope the Major is who I think he is. He is so many shades of yummy! And being able to posses Van? Who saw that coming? Not this girl. :D Great chapters, as always. :D <3
12th-Sep-2013 01:12 am (UTC)
well, mostly people tell me I have a *twisted* mind... so that's so much nicer! lmfao

You'll seeeeeeee :)))))))))
11th-Sep-2013 02:46 pm (UTC)
Oh wow! Just when I thought this story could not get more intense! You're killing me here! :)

Now I don't have any clue as to who this "Major" is but he's already getting me hot and bothered... in a very good way. LOL! He sound YUMMY! :)
12th-Sep-2013 01:12 am (UTC)
Well, if so, wait until you read the next chapter (which is uploaded)... (wink wink)
20th-Sep-2013 10:32 pm (UTC)
"and part of his Secondborn's Circle."

The above never made sense like I MENTIONED a billion times.

You do know that you have Diana as Diana Blake in the chapter titled "Bryon Moore,' right?
22nd-Sep-2013 02:18 pm (UTC)
*chuckle*... Van, the phone..when you write about the major.. i somehow see Callum Blue befor me...
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