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Extended Synopsis:
The goddess Cythonna returns from exile to find Krypton destroyed. But she can sense that the blood of Rao still lives. Cythonna makes it her mission to find the Last Son of Krypton and mold him into her perfect mate: a man strong enough to sire her children - and a whole army of perfect hybrids! But first, she must turn the superheroines of Earth to her cause...
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Prologue
Time meant nothing in the void. Years passed like seconds and seconds passed like millennia. An endless abyss where a mortal mind could do nothing but rot.
But not Cythonna.
She was there at the dawn of all things. And she would be there at the twilight of existence.
Even in the dark, her fury thrived and grew. The indignity of her defeat and imprisonment only fed her thirst for vengeance. Not even the void could snuff it out. Because her anger did not burn like fire. It was cold as ice and bitterly sharp. Honed and whetted for millennia upon millennia.
The Wars of Ice and Fire were not over. Not while the cold flame of vengeance flicked in her immortal heart.
And now she was free. Returned to the plane of existence that gave rise to life and warmth and all those useless things.
Cythonna wondered if Rao had taken pity on her, freed her from the void he himself had banished her to. But the God of the Sun was not there waiting for her.
Neither was his world, the planet Krypton. Cythonna discovered the remains, finding nothing left but dead rock. Lifeless stone floating in the dark.
The corpse of a world. Devoid of life. Even the gods themselves were missing. Rao and all the others.
Her first love, her bitter enemy, she could not sense him in the cosmos. He was
gone.
But still she could feel his
essence
. She could sense the divine blood of Rao. Not him. She could tell it was not Rao himself, only an echo of her first love. The blood of his children.
The warmth of life. Cythonna could feel it calling to her through the darkness, across the ocean of stars. She could taste it.
Female. But also Male.
Unmistakably
male. The flavor was distinct. Healthy. Strong.
Powerful.
That one, Cythonna knew, was the heir to Rao. The divine blood of his line. The progeny of the god who had spurned her. Living,
thriving
on a world far, far away.
So Cythonna flew. Hurtling through the black void with purpose. With delightful vengeance in her cold heart. She craved it. The chance to twist that divine blood to her own ends, the blood she had once been denied.
Rao had refused Cythonna's love, refused to sire her children. But his descendant would not turn her away. She would take a new approach this time. Cythonna would refine him first, enrich his mind and his soul to her ways. She would make him the perfect mate.
The very idea gave her a thrill, her dark spirit enlivened at the prospect. The strongest being in the cosmos would father her children.
And oh was he strong. So very strong. She could taste his strength from lightyears away.
Cythonna would only make him stronger. Her touch would turn him into the god Rao was always meant to be. Indomitable. Invincible. The apex of all existence.
Power
made flesh.
The goddess of ice and winter flew through the endless field of stars. Towards a young world and its burning yellow sun.
Towards the Last Son of Krypton.
He would be hers, Cythonna knew. Deep in her cold heart, she knew.
Or he would die.
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Kara Kent was a patient young woman. Raised as such by
two
sets of parents, blood and adopted. But even the kind, perky blonde could feel the dull welt of annoyance.
Sitting on the sofa - Karen's sofa - with her slender legs drawn close to her body, the transdimensional refugee had her eyes focused on the older woman -
her alternate-future self
- as she entered the living room. Or rather, Kara was focused on what she was wearing.
"I really appreciate you letting me crash at your apartment, Karen." Kara started, watching the taller blonde finish pulling on a pair of sweatpants - sliding the thick fabric up her long, smooth legs. "I don't want to sound like I'm ungrateful... but can you
please
stop wearing my shirts?"
Karen Starr glanced over at her younger-alternate self - transdimensional variant? - a bemused look falling over her more sculpted, elegant face. Age, it seemed, would be very kind to Kara Kent. But such maturity would take Kara some time - the two Kryptonian women were more than a decade apart.
Indeed, Karen Starr had
twelve years
of development over the nineteen-year-old Kara. And it showed. It
really
showed. Especially, as Kara had noticed, in the chest department.
Karen's bust was
impressive
to say the least. Practically famous within their exclusive community.
Kara drew her eyes up the older woman's body, wincing at what she saw. Not at the breasts themselves, but at what covered them.
A Hex Girls shirt. One of Kara's favorite bands. And Thorn's face was
stretched
, distorted perhaps irreparably by the proud swells of Karen's massive tits.
This was the umpteenth time such an offense had been committed upon Kara's wardrobe. The younger blonde had had enough.
But Karen didn't seem to feel any sort of guilt. She gave a weak shrug, tying a small knot with the sweatpants drawstring - the waistline riding low, but
snug
on her wide hips.
"Mine are in the wash." Karen said, grabbing a red hoodie from the coat closet, throwing it on quickly. Then Karen saw the vexed expression on her alternate self's face and spoke again. "What's the matter? I never get them dirty."
Kara's frown deepened. Karen didn't quite get it.
"Keeping them clean isn't the problem. You're stretching them
out.
" Kara pointed accusingly at the older woman's chest.
Her complaint would not be mistaken. Dealing with a body like Karen's, subtlety was simply not an option.
Karen herself frowned, confused. The taller blonde swept the flaps of the hoodie aside, thrusting her chest outward - stretching out the Hex Girls shirt
that much more
. Kara bit her tongue, glowering as Karen looked down to inspect herself.
