We'yn.

The moon Eos, the seventh moon of Rhea, was found by the UNOE (United Nations Of Earth) and MDR Corp.  They sent explorers and satellites.  The moon was inhabitated by sentient humanoids, the Xali.  The xali had red or purple skin, they were tall, seven to eight feet, and extremely fast and agile.  MDR Corp scans found a mineral, dubbed "Eosite"  in the caves and underneath the soil of Eos.  They sent giant mining rigs and workers and portable bases and Marines.  The xali were primitive, but quickly adapted to human's guns.  MDR Corp uprooted tribes of the xali and enslaved them, making the xali mine eosite.  But the enslavement of the xali enraged We'yn, the deity of the xali, who lived on the Mother Mountain.  He used his super strength and agility and power over the flora and fauna of Eos to destroy mining rigs, slay humans, and free his people.  He then chased after a shuttle that was taking some of the mineral to Earth, along with some xali slaves.

Lance DeMoi and the War for Wonderland.

Lance DeMoi knew it was going to be a weird day when Anias, Secretary Mannings's secretary, said he had someone in his office, and that someone was a white rabbit.  Wearing a waistcoat.
Lance walked to the other side of his cubicle, he looked over the sea of cubicles and saw the other SACorps members working their way over.
"So... Mister, uh?"  He asked the fretting rabbit.
"Albus Coney, royal diplomat to the Heart monarchs."  The rabbit, Albus, held out his gloved paw.  After a slight pause Lance shook it.
"So, Mr. Coney, what brings you to the DPIR?"
"Well, the Wonderland Resistance sent me here for help.  Wonderland is torn in civil war!  Red and white pawns, knights, and rooks are everywhere!  When a stray card crushed the Queen of Hearts, the King was devastated, so then the Knave of Hearts struck, assassinating the King of Wonderland.  So then the Red and White queens claimed the right to rule.  There are few left who dare appose the queens."  Albus finished, looking at Lance.  Lance sat in his chair for a while, then reached down and withdrew two books from a drawer; Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, and Through the Looking Glass.  He put on his little reading glasses.  He flipped through the books for a moment, nodding his head every now and then.  He finished and put away the books and glasses.
"Well, Mr. Albus, what exactly do you want the DPIR to do about Wonderland?"
Albus swallowed.  "We, the Resistance, want you to slay the Red and White queens."
Lance nodded.
"Yes, the DPIR have helped certain people in that way; saving the weak from the strong.  But, to get involved in an otherworldy civil war?  I can't say."
A flash of anger crossed Albus's face.  "This war in Wonderland will affect the real world, Sir, it will affect your minds, your dreams, even your imaginations!  And the queens will find the key to set loose the.. the Jabberwocky!"  Albus's eyes grew wide as he said this last part.  Lance sighed.
"I'll talk to Grey."

"Very well, Mr. Coney, the DPIR will send some agents to help with the Resistance.  DeMoi, who do you think should go with you?"  Grey said, the SACorps director.  Lance looked over at his colleugues;  he would have picked Bianca and Sal, but she was in Nepal, and Sal was in Texas, and he could only pick three more agents.
"Alison.  Your magic and folklore knowledge will serve us well.  Otto, you can come too.  And, as much as I hate it, Sirius.  Your brute strength could serve us well."  Lance said, he glowered at Sirius.  Alison and Otto came over to Lance, eager to get going on the mission.  Sirius turned to Grey.
"Seriously, Grey?  Four agents?  Just because some wimpy book characters need their pasty white behinds saved from stupid-Argh!"  Sirius stopped talking yelled because Albus had hopped over and bitten his hand.
"Wimpy book characters indeed!  We have been fending of the two queens for over a hundred years!"  Albus flattened out his waistcoat and adjusted hi monocle, giving Sirius a scathing look.
"So, how does one get to Wonderland?"  Alison asked.
"The entrances to Wonderland can only be hound by youths;  young and open-minded."  Albus asked.  Lance smiled.  "I know who can find an entrance."

Lance walked across the dark, manicured lawn, the moon high in the star-specked ebony sky.  He trod carefully, making sure not to wake Arnold and Rachael Clark; his first cousins five times removed who feared their freakish, immortal relative.  He jumped up twenty feet to the little balcony and the sliding glass door, which lead to the room of Alice Clark.  Alice was his daughter of Arnold and Rachael, she often referred to Lance as uncle, and he most often called her niece.  He walked to the sliding glass door and knocked very lightly, the fifteen year old girl woke with a start.  But once she saw that the knocker was her Uncle Lance she beamed and tip-toed to the door and opened it.
"Uncle Lance!"  She hugged him, "What are you doing here?  It's the middle of the night?"
Lance hugged her.  "You wouldn't mind coming with me on a mission would you?"  He smiled.  Alice smiled back.
"Of course!  That's so cool!  Let me change out of my PJs."  She dashed into her bathroom, and reappeared minutes later in wearing street clothes and a blue cardigan.  "Ready!  So what's your mission now, Uncle?"  She said closing her door.  Lance picked up his cousin and jumped from the balcony, landing with a muffled thud.
"I need you to find Wonderland."              

Spark Roberts.

Nestor "Spark" Roberts.
Sex: Male.
Age: 30.
Date of Birth: July 16, 1979.  San Antonio, TX.
Parents: Kevin and Grace Roberts.  
Nestor Roberts or Spark Roberts, is a vigilante paranormal hunter.  He has been a tireless crusader against the Templars and Freemasons.  Spark Roberts wears a black shirt, over which he has a bullet proof vest, he also wheres a trench coat.  He has a golden necklace, with a circular gold pendant on it, with his symbol, a fist surrounded by rays of light, etched into it.  Spark can burn his symbol into his foes, and on any surface he desires, he knows where important events are happening, he often gets premonitions about them, he can leap great distances, and endure long falls.  Roberts is a loner, he lives and fights alone, except he once helped Lance DeMoi stop the Templars from summoning Baph, and they both stopped the Masonic-engineered armageddon, Spark and the DPIR SACorps also united to stop the making of the man-made stargate.  Spark Roberts was killed by a government assassin  when he was thirty-seven.  Though his ghost, he asked the archangel Michael if his form could still appear on Earth.  He appears as a ghost when he is needed.        

Lance DeMoi and the Eldritch Machine.

Lance sifted through the cracked, dirty sheafs of parchment.  Otto and Chester looked around the dark and dirty New York apartment.  DPIR agents guarded the door and marked and examined the crime scene.  Chester felt different objects in his tentacles, and Otto scrutinized technical diagrams and bits of machinery.  Lance looked up at the pale, emaciated body lying on the table.  Otto walked over and looked at the corpse.
"It looks like a vampire attack."  He said, pointing at the two marks on the body's neck.  Lance shook his head.
"There's no venom in his bloodstream, and the distance and angle of the marks aren't right for a vampire.  Whoever murdered him wanted it to look like a vampire, or he stuck him with a needle twice for whatever reason.  Besides, the landlord found ol' Corpsey in the building, a vampire can't enter human dwellings."
Otto was silent for a moment, then he snapped his metal fingers.
"Alison and I were investigating a murder in Philadelphia, same two marks in his neck and emaciated look, and he was an old master mechanic.  Otto dug around in the dead man's pockets, and withdrew his wallet.  He took out his ID.
"Maxwell Krauss."  He said.  Lance stood up and looked at Krauss's passport and license.
"And an electrician."  Lance said.
"So... the murderer is a Luddite?"  Otto chuckled.
"Or Mr. Murder likes taking out his contacts?" Said Lance,  "All the big bad mysterious bad guys do that, it's overdone."
Chester floated over to them, the Dweller's tattoos glowed slightly.
"Magic has been worked here, it lingers still in the air."  Chester said in his squeaky voice.
"So, Krauss is, or was, in on something.  You know like,"  Lance raised his eyebrows, "Something."
Otto tapped his nose with a finger, "I get you."
Lance's cell phone started ringing, he looked at the caller ID.
"Ah, it's Bianca."
He answered the cell phone, "I knew you'd finally call me!"
"No, Lance, no.  Anyway, Sirius and I are in DC, it's a murder,  exactly like the one Otto and Alison investigated early this month; two puncture wounds in the neck, and-"
"And a shriveled up corpse, oh and some master technician or something.  Exactly like what were looking at."
"Our stiff was some crusty plumber, very experienced though."  Bianca said over the phone.
"A mechanic, electrician, and plumber.   Someone wanted something examined or fixed, and something magic too.  But also something secret.  Bad guys are so predictable."  Lance said.
"Kain van Hompt wasn't predictable."  Otto said, smiling.  Lance's face flushed red.
"That was because he could mess with your brain and stuff, just like be quiet Otto."
"DC, Philadelphia, and New York, all three cities sit on the same ley line, now we should expect a similar murder in Boston."  Chester said.
"So, a murdering Luddite magician wants a magic machine, an infernal mix of sorcery and technology."

Lance DeMoi and the Templar Curse.

Lance stood over the mangled corpse, his trench coat blowing in the wind.  He had traded out his jumpsuit for the coat, a black t-shirt, and dark green pants.  Sal and Bianca examined the rest of the crime scene and NYPD officers were here and there.  Lance examined the dead man's ID.
"Gary Newton, age 43, Museum Keeper.  Murdered October 13.  Apparently killed by a bladed weapon, stabbed in the back and neck.  The murder then stole an old Crusades era sword from it's case."  He said into a recorder.  Sal was going through the museum catalog, trying to find what the sword's story was, and Richard, the DPIR psychometrist, read all the Keeper's items.  Bianca came out of the trance after reading the items, he turned to Lance.
"Watch this."  He put his hand on the Keeper's flashlight, Lance put his hand on the flashlight as well.  The room faded as Bianca used her psychometry on the hand light.
Gary Newton puttered around the Medieval Artifacts Room, making sure everything was in it's place before the museum closed.  He passed by the window, through which the evening sun streamed through.  Gary came to the old Crusades sword, a shape came up behind the window, the shadow smashed the glass, setting off the alarm.  The intruder was a zombie, but in clergical vestments and wielding a dagger.  Gary turned and ran, but the draug was faster and stabbed him in the back and neck.   Poor Gary hit the polished floor, his blood making a crimson pool around him.  The zombie went to the sword, smashed the case, and took the weapon.  It then fled, just as the guards arrived.
Bianca cut the conection.  Lance stood back and thought for a moment.
"Did I just see long dead Pope Clement the Fifth steal from a museum?"    

The overthrow of Kronos.

Kronos, lord of the Earth and Sky, walked to his pavilion.  The battle was not going in his favor.  The humans were pushing the demons from the land of the Javan.  He pushed past the harpy guards and entered the tent, his mood dropped even farther when he saw who was waiting for him, Zeus, one of his wily commanders, and Hera, Zeus's favorite concubine.  Zeus sat in Kronos's throne.

"Forgotten your place, Zeus?"  Kronos growled. Zeus reclined back on the throne, Hera leaned against his arm, a wicked smile on her beautiful face.

"No, Kronos, it's you who does not know his place."  Zeus smiled.  Kronos opened his hand, his silver sickle flew into it.

"Hermes! Ares!"  Kronos bellowed.  Ares, who was in the form of a bull-neck Nubian man wearing a leather skirt and wielding a solid bronze spear and circular shield,  Hermes followed, wearing his trademark flying sandals.

"You called, O Mighty An?"  Hermes sneered.  

"The humans have slaughtered the minotaur charge, Zeus."  Ares said, bowing to Zeus.  Kronos was filled with even more rage.

"Ares!"  He bellowed, "I am still lord of the Sky and the Nephalim!  You bow to me, and no other!"

Ares got up.

"Sorry, An, Enlil is now Lord of the Sky, and he's promised me and Hermes positions as one of the Twelve."

Kronos was filled with horror, he tried to call down a lighting bolt, to kill Zeus, but there was no response.  Then the air around Enlil, Zeus, began to crackle with electricity, his eyes glowed electric blue, he blasted Kronos with an enormous blast of lighting, sending the former demon lord flying out the pavilion.  After that, a war between the demons followed, where Kronos was defeated and taken by Hades to Tartarus, prison of the demons.