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Apokolips Cometh part 2
🕑 Added 2022-03-31 10:56:56 +0000 UTCHere’s the second part of Apokolips Cometh!
I personally am proud of this one, mainly because I was able to blend Earth-11 genderbending with Sentai-styled costumes as well as the Apokolips War storyline.
Then again, what better to have a superhero story where they win that having the one where they lose and lose badly?
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Apokolips cometh!
Supergirl and Powerboy weren’t alone. Through their helmet visors, the rest of the Teen Justice team could see their forced journey. Robin, Aquagirl, and the others couldn’t believe their eyes. Down there were figures that they recognized. But somehow, they looked wrong.
For one, they looked almost indistinguishable from each other. Their familiar designs protruded out of the obsidian-colored latex cocoon that hugged their bodies too tightly. They had no faces, no features whatsoever, except the ominous burning reverse omega symbol of Lady Darkseid between their ballooning breasts. Other similar fiery writing coiled around their bodies like a curse.
One last thing that disclosed their identities was their still-pertained abilities. Marsha was able to transform her arms into massive dragons to intimidate the prisoners. Sapphire’s hand glowed with her cosmic power.
Kid Quick covered their mouth in disbelief. More Leaguers were there to serve their new master. Some were still in their early stage of slavery. Aquawoman and Captain Marvel were fresh off their latexization factory. Still in denial of their inescapable fate, the two heroines tried in vain to free themselves from the increasingly-tightening cocoon. Their screams and pleas for help were muffled by the fabric’s thickness. Around them, the Paradooms simply watched in ravenous glee, even mocking them with roars to instill fear in the two Leaguer.
Aquawoman tumbled and bent over as her fight was in its end. No matter how hard the Queen of Atlantis tried to pull the latex off her face, it came back again to suffocate her. Her jabber turned into a hysterical scream as the Parademon burned an omega sign onto her crotch with a branding iron. It in turn lit up the bigger Lady Darkseid’s symbol, the reverse version of omega itself, on her chest.
Not even Captain Marvel’s cape escaped the latex. The fabric mocked her original form by filling every gap to ensure her new shape became the parody of the old. It knew no mercy, even with the superhero’s real identity as an innocent boy.
The new slaves were ready. Like their former teammates, Aquawoman and Captain Marvel would serve Darkseid as his Furies. Their screams were those of souls trapped inside immutable asphyxiating prison. They leaped with the prepared wormhole.
Beyond his teammates’ reach or knowledge, Powerboy was discarded on Darkseid’s throne room. The glow there was red to mimic the rays of a dying sun. The hero tried to hide his hope spot. He wasn’t as Kryptonian as Superwoman to be affected by this trick.
“Still strong are you, Powerboy?” asked the echoing deep voice from the massive throne. The powerfully-built feminine figure was beyond the already herculean Powerboy. That was a dark goddess after all.
“Save your speech, Darkseid. I will not give up or join your ranks. You can give back the Leaguers instead and we’ll call it a day.”
“I know who you are, Powerboy. I know WHAT you are. Many people including on Earth think that you are just another Kryptonian like Superwoman or Supergirl or Superlad. But you are more than that.”
The names hit him. He got separated from Supergirl on his way here. “Where have you taken my friend? Where have you taken Superwoman?”
A Paradoom behind Powerboy struck him back with a kick. The surprised Powerboy stumbled forward toward the looming chasm.
“See for yourself,” answered Darkseid calmly.
Indeed, he could see it. The shaft ran far down Apokolips’ surface. In fact, it went all the way toward the planet’s core. There, Powerboy could see a figure. Like Prometheus, Superwoman was in bondage to keep her in place.
She screamed and screamed and screamed, but there was no help. There was no escape. There was no rest for her for the rest of her life. Her helmet visor glowed to accommodate the everlasting beams as demanded by her mistress. Her strongest point became her reason of enslavement. With power equivalent to the Sun itself, Superwoman was forced to forever charge the surrounding generators with her laser blast.
Even from such a distance, Powerboy could hear her pleas. “Help… Help me… I’m no hero… I’m no hero…,” muttered the hero copying her screams.
“Only fools dare to challenge me. They call themselves as descendants of gods and superhumans. They are nothing more than nature’s freaks and I am the living embodiment of natural selection.”
The wall behind Darkseid’s throne slid open to reveal the fate of captured Jesse Quick, The Flash. Her painful shriek was due to her being forced on a modified Cosmic Treadmill. Circular instead linear, the non-Euclidean machine of horror had taken its toll on the speedster girl’s mind as she lost sense of the three-dimensional world.
The effects were clear. Holographic images showed sections of Apokolips had their fire pits unveiling wormholes to alternate solar systems. “She is coming… She is already here… She will always be…” howled Jesse madly. “Lady Darkseid was… Lady Darkseid is… Lady Darkseid will always be!”
Darkseid quietly hovered toward Powerboy. Her ballooning breast was something to behold of. “The same goes with your team and your planet.”
“You…,” said Powerboy with the death stare. His helmet visor reflected the dark figure’s glowing eyes. He leaped.
And Darkseid caught him right in the helmet. The muscular hero tried to fight the massive arms, but it was useless. “You are young, reckless. The red sunlight doesn’t wear you off, but there are other things I can use to subjugate you as I have with the Kryptonians.”
Paradooms threw helmets on the floor. Those were Supergirl and Superlad’s. “No… No, that can’t be!”
“Power corrupts, Powerboy. Heroes like you should know it above everyone else.”
Two more windows opened. Against the indestructible Apokoliptian glass, the two Kryptonian heroes pounded and blasted with all of their depleted power. Behind them were the sources of their terror. Father Boxes linger mid-air while spinning slowly. Its unnatural purple fire burst out of the main holes. They then reached Superlad and Supergirl to fully consume them.
“Stop, stop! Don’t do this!” begged Powerboy. His tears blotched his helmet interior. It was the worst thing the was forced to witness in his life.
The two young heroes screamed as they were pulled into the small boxes. No matter how impossible it looked, Superlad and Supergirl fit into such tiny openings like genies dragged into their magic lamp prisons. That was Darkseid’s intention after all.
Laurel and her adopted sibling’s defiance ended abruptly. Their whole human form disappeared for good into the tight boxes of doom. Then the boxes themselves unraveled. Their mechanical parts and armor twisted and rearranged themselves.
“Meet the Son and Daughter Boxes,” declared Lady Darkseid as the Apokoliptian cubes turned to mimic Supergirl and Superlad. “With the newly-acquired Kryptonian life energy, these two will grant any wish I command them. Observe.”
The Son and Daughter Boxes easily passed the impenetrable prison glass to approach their master. “What is your wish, Mistress?” asked the former Superlad and Supergirl’s echoing, almost metallic voice.
“I wish to have the Green Lantern Corps as part of my collection,” growled Darkseid with a villainous simper. “I want some witnesses.”
In a flash, the throne room was filled with frozen figures of Green Lantern warriors. At least one of them Powerboy recognized: Halley Jordan of Earth who was now locked in a perpetual display of terror in her face. She and thousands of her comrades now served only as a decoration for the Apokoliptian tyrant. The worse thing of it all is that Powerboy could hear the muffled noises of their still-aware doomed existence.
“You… Evil!”
“Finally, you acknowledge me as who I really am,” replied Darkseid with a smirk. “Now, it is time for you to acknowledge who you are.”
The female tyrant easily removed Powerboy’s helmet. The hero slumped onto the cold floor kneeling. “What… What is happening to me?”
“Darkness. Discovering the way I can enhance the Father Box’s potency with Kryptonian power, I also found out that I never need the Anti-Life Equation to make heroes as you obey. I only need to make one myself. The moment you enter my planet, you have been affected by it. Through the pathetic Superwoman, Supergirl, and Superlad as conduits, the corruption hammered your soul even as we speak. You will scream, you will beg for mercy, you will declare your allegiance to me not out of misery or hopelessness. It will be because I want you to do it.”
As if by cue, Powerboy clamored and howled. His heroic mind was replaced by dashed hopes. His muscular form, his awe-inspiring power, his extraordinary ability to move entire cities had no meaning before the ultimate symbol of power.
“What are you, boy?” asked Darkseid, knowing that his mental resistance had crumbled.
Powerboy stuttered. He couldn’t find the words. His eyes shed tears under the glow of the hellish Apokoliptian fire pits just outside of the castle.
“What are you, boy?” asked Darkseid again. This time, he added a demanding tone.
The defeated hero’s mouth went agape. His twisted mind made a pattern. The Anti-Life Equation ripped open all memories of himself as Earth’s prime defender. Everything he remembered was nothing more than abuse. He was led to believe that he was strong.
Powerboy had fought against monsters, against invaders from space. He even fought Superwoman and Supergirl. He was strong. He was not.
As strong as he could be, Darkseid was beyond that. His power was cosmic. He was a vile god with all living things his toys. Superwoman fell under his might. Supergirl and Superlad now served him as part of his machinations. The Justice League’s personal identity was replaced by their common one as his Furies that spread terror across the universe.
“Momma’s boy,” gasped Powerboy with his answer.
Darkseid was pleased. She grabbed the the back of Powerboy’s head through his pink hair and forced him in. The breasts awaited. The broken hero suckled like a tragic baby.
Powerboy’s world darkened around him. All that was left was the burning symbol of Darkseid. The dark goddess removed him from her. He was detached from reality, making it easy for the Paradooms to stab his tongue with a Kryptonian piercing. They didn’t even need to use the branding iron. The reversed omega symbol scorched between his man boobs like a supernatural event. The former hero shrieked in inescapable throes.
When Powerboy got back up, his eyes were black save only his golden pupil. Dark veins spread out of his pale face. His pink hair turned blonde.
His costume was also perverted by Darkseid’s corruption. The blues of his gloves and boots were replaced by crimson. His red became obsidian black. Similarly, the white suit was stained by weird blood spatter patterns.
The last thing he needed was the helmet. It no longer represented Powerboy’s valiance. It was now the testament to his viciousness. The visor was now golden in contrast to the dominating blood color. The mouthguard mimicked the mouth of a carnivorous beast. “My elite, what do you want to call yourself?”
The widest grin grew on Powerboy’s gothic lips. “Brutalboy.”
