Arrival in Metropolis,
Clouds exploded violently above Metropolis, causing a brief burst of rain as Kyla-El descended from the heavens. Her dark crimson cape fluttered like a flag of judgment, eyes burning with cosmic might. Hovering above the bustling city streets, her gaze swept over Metropolis, eyes filled with disdain and pity. Human lives scurried about, unaware of the reckoning about to unfold.
Kyla-El's gaze softened into an expression of distant pity, scanning the city below. She was once its protector after all, it was natural for her to look on its people that way, but her newfound loyalties came first. She inhaled deeply, and her senses sharpened beyond comprehension. At once, she pinpointed every villain Superman ever faced—all comfortably hidden in various corners of the city, blissfully ignorant of their impending doom. All except one: Lex Luthor, "He can wait." she decided coldly.
Without further hesitation, Kyla-El plunged toward the city below, this time, with stealth rather than shattering the buildings and causing chaos by flying slower and destroying them with sound waves. She flew even faster as a streak of black and red light dove down. Her suit no longer featured the Boy Scout blue and red that inspired billions, but was now of a darker shade and a darker red hue like blood.
Her first stop was Metallo, reclined in a dingy hideout, polishing the Kryptonite core embedded in his metallic chest. He barely noticed her shadowy figure standing before him. With a startled yell, Metallo stood abruptly, pointing aggressively.
"Who the fuck are you—?"
Kyla-El moved with blinding speed, gripping his mechanical skull and effortlessly crushing it. His metallic body slumped, circuits fizzing and sparking grotesquely at her feet. She spared the ruined shell a disdainful glance and vanished. She came back again in a flash, not wanting to leave anything to chance as she melted everything about Metallo slowly and left the scene.
Next was Bizarro, sprawled lazily in an abandoned warehouse, carelessly shoving handfuls of stolen hamburgers into his mouth. The poor soul was startled when he saw a caped figure in front of him. He grunted unintelligibly as she appeared. Confusion flickered across his twisted face as he stumbled upright.
"You… me no know you! Go 'way!" he growled, raising massive fists.
Kyla-El sighed with mild annoyance. "Pathetic imitation." She let Bizzaro charge at her as he sank a punch into her torso. No sound, no quake, no shockwave, it was as if Bizzaro attempted to tickle her.
"Wha.. how? Dat's not possible! You strong! Take this!" Bizzaro realized he didn't need to hold back much anymore as he moved back a bit to add more swing and umph to his punch, and in less than a second his fist was already on Kyla-el with such great force that the wind screamed in awe.
This time, Kyla-el had to do something. She softly directed his punch to her left shoulder as if guiding him.
"Huh?" Bizzaro was left speechless. He was sure that punch was fast and heavy, but the way he was redirected effortlessly put him off. He wasn't even confident anymore if he actually threw a punch at her but realization met him in that same split second as his fist hit his opponent's shoulders that felt like the most solid thing he had ever hit on the planet even more solid than his counterpart he was made to defeat, Superman.
Pain rushed through his body as he retrieved his bloody mushy hand that almost looked like paste now. Bizzaro knelt as he cried out in pain with tears in his eyes. he looked up at such a person that would do this to him as his eyes widened at the big S on Kyla-el's chest.
"You were about to touch my boobs and I didn't want that. They are not for you." Kyla-el said dismissively as she dusted her shoulders.
"You… you are…" Even with how slow Bizarro can be upstairs, he still understood what that symbol met and couldn't understand why he was attacked like that. The person who wore that sign was someone who inspired hope in the people, even in him, but why was she doing this? Did she do something to Superman?
"Oh, I see. He is dead, but he… she arose as a new being and a new creation. So pitiful, it didn't have to end this way, Bizarro. I will be quick." Kyla-el said as she softly placed her hands on his shoulders and tore him apart. In a streak of light, she was gone while Bizarro's brain hadn't figured out it was divided in two yet.
Livewire lounged on a rooftop bar, sipping expensive champagne, while riding a cock wildly that belonged to millionaire playboy on the roof as he tried to grab on to her tight blue body but received a shock.
"Ah ah ah, no touching." Livewire teased as the cock inside of her throbbed and the balls moved up a bit as it released all it's content inside the blue lady who moaned loudly and came too as more light shocks went through the man's body.
"Easy with the-" The millionaire playboy reached out for a cigar as as he rubbed the end of it on Livewire's clit which initiated another shock, lighting his cigar in the process.
"I love it when you do that." Livewire cooed under her breath as she got up with cum dripping down her legs and bent to get a beer from an ice pack in front of them.
"Keep walking, you sexy lightning fox." The millionaire playboy cheered as he released a puff of smoke in the air.
"Ohohoho, and I should bend slowly right, you pervert?" Livewire played along as she bent down sensually to pick up two beers but found a pair of legs in dark spandex floating in front of her with a blood-red cape draping downwards.
The sudden, silent arrival of Kyla-el was shocking and intimidating to the terrified bartender, who was a few meters away from the sex scene that had just happened. Livewire backed away cautiously and glared angrily at Kyla-El's arrival, lightning sparking from her fingertips. "Who invited the cape-bitch?"
She could assume it was just a freak-off that this millionaire playboy bought but her danger sense was pandering to her up and fucking leave that penthouse.
Kyla-El didn't flinch as Livewire's electric fury engulfed her harmlessly. She smiled mockingly. "Mortal toys." With a single devastating burst of her heat vision, Livewire exploded in fiery ash, screams silenced instantly.
"Mortal? Wait a minute! Come back here, you coward! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?!" The millionaire playboy spat out his cigar as he rushed to Livewire's ash and cursed at the streaking light that returned to face the playboy, who instantly kowtowed in fear, begging for mercy, same like his bartender. Kyla-el left the place as soundwaves destroyed most of the facilities on the rooftop and almost collapsed the floor, leaving the mortals below terrified and bowing for fear of their lives.
Parasite lay in bed, indulging shamelessly with two terrified captives drained nearly to death. He bolted upright as the ceiling shattered, debris raining upon him. "Who the fuck—"
Kyla-El floated gracefully downward, eyes cold. "Be gone with the wind." Her vision flared, incinerating Parasite's body instantly, leaving nothing but smouldering ashes.
In another part of Metropolis,
Toyman barely looked up from his elaborate model city, muttering to himself obsessively as Kyla-El entered. "Superman or his bitches are not welcome here!" he screeched madly in his childish voice. He understood that the female before him wasn't Superman but wore a similar costume, except that the colours were darker.
"I only serve the one true futa goddess and if she will have me as her bitch, I will be honoured." Kyla-el responded.
"And here I thought I was going crazy when I saw you. It seems that S on your big boobies stands for SUCK THESE!" Toyman giggled as he rolled away to grab hold of a rocket launcher and fired at Kyla-el, who clicked her tongue at that remark and caught the rocket, squeezing and containing the demolition in her hand.
"Whoopie! My bad! What I meant to say is… SUCK THESE NUTS!" Toyman ran as he jested and held two comically large nut-shaped grenades with both hands and threw at Kyla-el as she shook her head at such jokes she found distasteful, and caught the first one in her hands to contain the explosion and quickly caught the second and force-fed Toyman 'his nut'. His mouth expanded comically to contain such a MASSIVE nut as he looked at Kyla-el in horror.
"What was it you said? Suck on these--"
BOOM! Blood and brain matter splattered everywhere, but Kyla-el could use some magic now as she created an invisible shield that shielded her from the mess.
With every big-time Metropolis villain brutally dispatched, Kyla-El finally turned toward LexCorp Tower.
At Lexcorp Tower,
Lex Luthor stood calmly behind his lavish desk, sipping brandy as Kyla-El burst effortlessly through reinforced glass walls. He just lost his connection with Bizarro with no explanation at all, and that got him stressed now. Even his spy cameras were destroyed, but one of his spy cameras, a state-of-the-art technology that even the government don't have, managed to survive the sound shockwave explosion. It carried an eerie message with it that Lex didn't like at all. From Kyla-el's appearance to her conversation, all his fears were true.
Out of everyone who underestimated Raven's growing threat, only Lex knew of this, but he didn't want to connect Kyla-el's development to Raven or else there was very little this world had to offer to stop someone like that.
As soon as he shut down his laptop on his maple wood desk to contemplate his next actions, heck, maybe even contact the league and the president, the figure before him made him break a cold sweat before he adjusted himself calmly.
"Lex Luthor," she began calmly, eyes glinting dangerously. "The world now belongs to the futa goddess Raven. Submit or perish trying to defy her."
Lex studied her intently, then chuckled mockingly. "Superman. Or should I say... Superwoman? Your goddess transformed you? How utterly humiliating."
She smirked calmly. "Transformation? No, Lex. This is ascension."
With a snap of his fingers, the lights in the office turned a shade of green, dousing Kyla-el in the effects of the green kryptonite.
"I don't think you understand Lex, Earth isn't yours or the humans anymore." Kyla-el said as she folded her arms, Lex sighed and snapped his fingers again as the lights returned to normal.
"I have been reborn and the old me and the weakness before is dead. I am sure you already know my name thanks to that spycam that wasn't destroyed in Bizarro's hideout. A wise man knows when to bow Lex." Kyla-el advised.
Lex clenched his jaw as he got up from his desk with his hands behind his back as his power suit glistened in his expensive office lighting. "I won't bow to your false goddess."
She smiled coldly. "You will. Eventually." In a streak of light, she phased out of the office without any destruction.
Lex was left speechless and furious as he got down to his laptop to record his findings.
High above Metropolis, she declared to all: "Citizens of Earth, a new era begins. Your heroes will cease to exist and your villains slaughtered. Earth's rightful ruler is now Raven, the cosmic futa goddess. Your submission will be absolute."
Her proclamation echoed worldwide, plunging humanity into stunned silence.
CIA Headquarters, Langley.
Within moments, chaos engulfed the headquarters. Analysts shouted frantically into headsets; monitors flashed urgent alerts. Phones rang incessantly, creating a cacophony of panic.
Director Miranda Blake strode briskly through corridors lined with cubicles. Employees frantically flipped through files, typing rapidly on keyboards. Panic was visible, yet professional urgency remained dominant.
"Donovan!" Miranda shouted, assistant swiftly matching her hurried stride. "Report. Now!"
Donovan flipped nervously through multiple tablets and papers. "Director Blake, Superman's rogues gallery—massacred, ma'am."
She stopped abruptly, wide-eyed. "Massacred? Clarify!"
He shakily handed her a tablet. Grainy spy drone footage showed Parasite violently obliterated, blood and debris scattering grotesquely. The screen abruptly turned static.
"Our drones captured it briefly, but her sonic waves—destroyed every camera instantly after she left," Donovan explained anxiously.
Miranda exhaled shakily but steadied herself. "And who exactly is this… woman? Is this a cosmic threat? Where the fuck is Superman?!"
Donovan gulped nervously. "Unknown, ma'am. No prior records, no known origin. Completely off-grid. Superman's whereabouts have also been unknown for a long while."
Miranda drew a sharp breath, gripping the tablet tightly. "Then connect every goddamn dot we have. Find out how she's tied to Superman—fast!"
Oval Office, White House.
President Thomas Archer stood anxiously in the Oval Office. Secret Service agents swarmed around, highly-trained guards secured every exit, and elite invisible operatives monitored his surroundings silently. On multiple large screens, world leaders argued fiercely, their voices tense with suspicion and accusation.
President Archer paced anxiously amid bustling agents. Large screens buzzed alive with agitated global leaders shouting accusations back and forth.
The Chinese leader aggressively demanded explanations. "This madness is America's doing! You breed reckless superhumans!"
The Russian President angrily joined in, "Convenient timing—your economy collapses, and now Earth bows to an American-born tyrant! Classic play right there."
President Archer's fists clenched, voice booming sternly. "Gentlemen, America isn't responsible for this catastrophe! We're investigating! In the meantime, I implore everyone to initiate a state of emergency in their respective nations till we can understand and contain this threat."
"My country is already on the verge of turmoil. Any drastic change now and we could--"
"Fuck your drastic change respectfully ma'am. We live in a world where we get invaded by aliens every Thursday and hope to God that they are just coming to check Papa John's latest pizza sauce and not complete human extinction or slavery. For once, this is one of the few times we can gather together with one mind on this. Or do you want to see a massive decrease in human resources?" The US president reprimanded.
"Is that a threat? Your country might have the most superpowered heroes, but that doesn't mean we don't have ours or technology to help us---" The UK prime minister quipped in but was interrupted by the US president.
"For goodness' sake, tell your wrinkly elders that we don't even have technology to explore past our star system, and you are confident you have something to stop an intelligent race that has achieved interstellar travel. By all means, minister, please take over the situation; those with means and resources should bear the responsibilities after all." Archer said with a bow as if conceding to the prime minister, but was met with a silent reply.
"We will mobilise the Justice League immediately to understand the situation at hand, hopefully, it's just a plant life activist that we can--" Archer continued, but was interrupted.
"Yet your rogue heroes threaten global security!" barked Germany's Chancellor furiously. "Your negligence endangers us all."
Diplomacy teetered dangerously close to collapse. Archer's jaw tightened resolutely. "Every nation should secure its borders immediately. America will lead containment efforts, but unity is vital. Now isn't the time for blame."
Reluctantly, voices settled, and grudging cooperation was established. Screens flickered off, and Archer slumped into his chair, drenched in sweat.
An aide approached quietly, offering a tall glass of cold water. Archer accepted gratefully, sipping deeply. "I can't wait for next year… retirement couldn't come any quicker. Shit, maybe I should just pass a bill to piss off congress and the public and get my ass booted while I still can?"
Recovering, Archer dialed Lex Luthor aggressively. "Luthor, is this more of your insane rivalry with Superman? 'Cause I swear to-"
Silence stretched, tension boiling Archer's blood. "Goddammit, Luthor! Answer!"
Lex's bitter voice finally emerged. "This isn't mine, Archer. Even I wouldn't gamble on humanity's existence. Mobilise everything—army, navy, air force. Prepare for possible annihilation."
Above Earth's Atmosphere,
Kyla-El tore through the atmosphere violently, drones and spy satellites vaporizing instantly. She halted abruptly, floating before an obsidian throne suspended impossibly in the sky.
Upon it, Raven sat calmly, flanked protectively by Diana, both radiating unfathomable cosmic strength. Raven smiled warmly at Kyla-El's approach.
Kyla-El knelt reverently in the air. Raven gestured gently, permitting her to rise. "Your ruthless efficiency pleases me greatly. I watched with great interest."
Kyla-El's pride swelled. "The scum of Metropolis are eliminated. Earth trembles in fear, Goddess."
Raven nodded with a darkly amused smile. "Perfect. Earth's heroes will scramble now. Chaos suits our plans."
Kyla-El hesitated. "Should they dare resist, shall I destroy them all immediately?"
Raven's eyes flickered dangerously with cosmic fire. "No, let them struggle first. Their futile resistance entertains me. And if they become too bothersome—"
Raven's voice lowered chillingly, power radiating ominously from her being.
"I'll effortlessly erase their pathetic planet from existence. But I am excited to see what they have to offer, I purposely didn't look into the earth so I can be surprised."
I'd say I was proud of and laughed when writing the Toyman scene, do you agree?
I feel the presidential scene could have been better though.
I told you the action is only going to get intense, and in the next chapter it will push the R rating in violence I hope, it may not be as good as some male writers write it but you should prepare you snacks for Monday's chapter.
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Oh and lastly, from next week, let's be better with the power stones okay or I might end this series at chapter 100, xoxo.
And have a lovely weekend😘 you cute degenera--reader, reader😇 I mean.