Chapter 2: When Goddesses are Lewded.
In the seediest outskirts of The City, there’s a bar… A very special bar where no Villainy is allowed; such enforcement is not enforced by law enforcement or super-powered beings… But by the criminals themselves.

The building was old, not as ancient as the Old Capital District, but old nonetheless. Brownstone, warm, cozy… Inviting…
“Yo lil’ lady… How’s it going…?”
The man behind the bar smiles… His physique imposing and muscular, denoting his own enhancements, this blonde, blue-eyed, positively old, former henchman… No, henchman doesn’t make it justice to this Soldier of Sangrotta, this subject of the Crimson Sovereign, as he looks at the brown-skinned young woman in the form-fitting high-tech purple jumpsuit that just entered… The ever fearsome Techspair, the Queen of the Machines… the one opposing Rainbow Orange of the Rainbow Force, in this discordant environment only a stunning woman entering a bar…
“You know how it is… I ought to get away from the noise the lesser trinkets output relentlessly… How’s the old hag doing…? Is she home…?”
“Hey! Shut up you ungrateful whelp! I swear I should have let you rot in the streets… What are you doing here, you cunt…!?”
Roared a voice that had both the former soldier of the Crimson Sovereign and the technopath Queen of Machines shudder as the curtain separating the bar from the rest of the building parted, revealing a figure imposing and almost ethereal. Long, flowing ebony hair beginning to gray, lithe, lean, powerful… The one woman who, in her prime, had been the would-be bride of the Crimson Sovereign… The anathema of Thunderess… Long gone was the pitch-black, form-fitting, catsuit that made Blackest Flowerthe premier villainess before the War of Unification, the only one who would challenge the Crimson Sovereign, who would clash against the Divine Thunderess and remain unscathed, yet the elegant gown in black, with the riding crop that once lashed at Might made Divinity resting on her hip, made her look almost as divine as Destructress herself, in her right hand, a cigarette holder, looks at the younger woman as she lets out a puff of smoke, ensuring Techspair is the sole recipient of the fumes
“You did something stupid again, little bitch? Running from the boys in blue…? You always were the dumbest of the girls…”
Purrs the legendream of darkness, the one woman who looked at the Goddess descending and not only defied her but in the end, had the pleasure of her destruction… Even if it was to create the very land her bar now rests in, the velvet bud that, in the end, didn’t just defeat the Goddess but sent her back to the Divine Realm she shouldn’t have ever left.
“Hadn’t dearest Sovereign died in the war, he’d be utterly disappointed… He would have his lowest torturer reeducate you thoroughly…”
Says the black-haired Valkyrie as she looks at the young brown-skinned girl, her crimson lips curling into a sardonic smile as the younger woman looks down to hide the blush even though she doesn’t know if it is shame or arousal.
“Shut up Momma Flower! Do you think I’d be that dumb…? Don’t answer… I was telling Hammerfist here that I wanted some off time… But I see the bar’s packed…”
Replies the young woman, looking up at this ancient Goddess of villainy with an unseen warmth, this woman who, after the death of the Crimson Sovereign, sought to “help” those who became lost after the war.
“Yeah, something or the other happened… Go find someplace to sit and by the Abyss, buy something… And no making the card reader ”pay” for you…”
Offers Blackest Flower, “gently” swatting Techspair’s behind and lingering to squeeze the firm or as the young woman looks around for a place to sit, the gesture of her mother figure eliciting a moan as a haggard man pushes past the crowd, looking at Flower with a desperate look.
“Now, now, dear boy… Tell Mother Flower what you need… Techspair you floozy, move it!”
“Please… I need a loan… I tried robbing a bank, but Devil’s Fall caught me… Angelic Bane put out a new video… They say it’s her best ever…!”
Replies the would-be thief as his breathing becomes steady… Looking at Blackest Flower with a desperate look… The smile on the older woman’s lips promised the repayment would be expensive for him and entertaining for her…
“Oh…? I wonder what that little strumpet is up to… She’s good… Not as good as yours truly or even Glory Hound, but good nonetheless…”
Muses Blackest Flower, her focus on Techspair lost as she took the poor would-be thief gently, guiding him to her ample bosom as she cooed.
“Now, now, baby boy… What seems to be the problem… Tell Mommy Flower and we’ll see if you deserve to be helped…”
And, as the thief gets lost in the madame’s alluring assets as she drowns him in her maddening scent, Blackest Flower buries his head between her breasts, meanwhile, Techspair moves, her eyes searching for a place to sit, involuntarily listening to the patrons as she struts on the bar that once was her home.
“That can’t be real!” “The lookalike certainly looks like Des…” “Bane’s on her game as usual…”
Yet, before Techspair can ask about what’s happening, she smiles…
“I hope this seat isn’t taken…”
“Es ist mir eigentlich egal, mach, was du willst, Mädchen… Schließlich bin ich mir ziemlich sicher, dass Schwarzeste Blume mich bei lebendigem Leib häuten würde, wenn ich ihrem geliebten Kind etwas antäte, nicht wahr, Techspair?”
Purrs the massive yet alluring behemoth of a woman, the predatory smile daring Techspair to retaliate.
“Do as you please, techno witch… I really don’t mind whatever you do…”
And Techspair sits, facing the other two impossibly beautiful women: the crimson-haired woman in the elegant, rich outfit of greens and golds, the mysterious Emerald Ensorceller, in her right hand the small book containing the soul of the Emerald Sorciere of Enchantment, looking at the brown-skinned young woman with a sense of curiosity, and the other, the pale blonde behemoth of alluring musculature with a Beauty mark under her crimson lips clad in ill-fitting goth attire, smiling, not a warm smile, as the threat of facing one of if not the Crimson Sovereign’s strongest warriors, Hammerfist, looming not only upon the three women but the bar’s clientele… The ancient minion’s accolades are enough to give even Wallbreaker pause…
“And what’s this ..? What are you two doing here…? Should you be looking for a new boy, Wallbreaker? Have you heard that Rainbow Green saved City U’s cheerleading team’s bus from falling down a cliff… All those smoking hot sexy coed girls… Looking at Rainbow Green…”
Purrs Techspair as she looks at the blonde beauty, yet before Wallbreaker can retaliate, Techspair shifts focus.
“And you…? While I was getting here I heard Patrioteer was at a charity event in a youth center… Shouldn’t you be following him around like the lovesick puppy you are…?”
“Die Stadt inspiziert den Schrottplatz… Ich habe meine Bois gebeten, all meine Sachen in eines meiner Ersatzverstecke zu bringen, während die kleinen Hunde den Ort „überprüfen“; sie fallen weniger auf als ich… Also hatte ich Lust, zu den Blumen der Nacht zu kommen… Hast du etwas dagegen, kleiner Techspair?”
Purrs the long-haired blonde, her blue eyes looking predatorily at the younger woman… Then her crimson lips widen in a smile as she says.
“Oder was…? Hast du Angst, dass Frau Schwarze Blume lieber bessere Frauen als dich unterstützen würde…?”
Yet, before Techspair can retort to the blonde’s provocation, the redhead says.
“The little minstrel loaning this shell was restless… Bored… And while I’m unfamiliar with this world of yours this… Blackest Flower… of yours… Seems interesting…”
The Emerald Ensorceller said, yet, this Ensorceller wasn’t plucky star reporter Johanna Lindsey using the night of the age of myth to make Patrioteer love her, but the very ancient Emerald Sorciere of Enchantment, looking at the young, R-Genome empowered, technopath.
“Was dich betrifft…”
Purrs the redhead, shifting her gaze to lean to look at the blonde behemoth of beauty, her sapphire eyes studying Wallbreaker, a smile forming on her lips.
“Sie sprechen die Sprache der Herschniten…? Es ist… erfrischend… in dieser verwirrenden Zeit die Sprache der Nachkommen der Macht zu hören… Ich glaube, ich sollte mich dafür entschuldigen, dass ich das vorher nicht bemerkt habe.”
When Wallbreaker arrived and saw that the only table with any space was the Ensorceller’s, she had just sat down, grunting a greeting to the enigmatic sorceress, and hadn’t noticed that the sorceress had used Wallbreaker’s adopted language, do the moment the Sorceress pointed out the lost name of her people, the usually brash woman couldn’t but blush, the language had come from the Space Rock. She had wished for ****EVERYTHING*** her mother was, but the blonde beauty didn’t know anything about her ancient people.
“Ohhh… That sounds like it could be profitable, Ensorceller, darling… Any idea why there are so many lightweights in the Flowers of the Night tonight…?”
Says the technopath Queen as she looks at the possessed woman, while the Sorciere just rolls her eyes as she mutters.
“What’s with you commoners and your fixation with coin, especially when there’s far more valuable and useful currency?”
“Es scheint, als hätte Engelbann ein neues Video veröffentlicht… Eines, in dem sie die Zerstörerin scheinbar dominiert…”
Offers Wallbreaker with such detachment that it seems whatever Angelic Bane and Destructress did had no bearing upon her whatsoever, yet with a small smile blossoming on her lips.
“Vi… Deo…? Was meinst du damit, kleiner Herschnitenianer…? Und wie kann ein Fluch der Engel einen Zerstörer besiegen?”
Asked the Ensorceller, confused, to which Techspair had to suppress a laugh… The old sorceress was so woefully outdated that it was almost comical for the technopath, so she offered.
“Here, let me show you…”
And from Techspair’s backpack, a couple of mechanical devices come out… Spider-like machines that, upon the brown-skinned woman’s commands, bend and contort on the table until they emit a solid light “screen”.
“Oh…? Are these your familiars, little techno witch?”
Purrs the Sorciere in the Ensorceller’s body, looking at how the little devices literally bend over backward to please Techspair…
“Just some things without any value but their usability… Nothing so… Lofty… Shit, the wireless in this place sucks…! For someone who supposedly slummed it with the Sovereign, the hag’s stuff is still shoddy…”
And, as if summoned, Techspair is made to face the table as the voice of subjugation purrs…
“Shut up, bitch! As if I’d let the Sovereign have me owe him something…! Now, little dearies… What stupidity are you three on now…?”
The Sorciere looks at the black-clad woman, clearly feeling the power and presence of this, in her expert opinion, young upstart, exudes, leaning forward curiously while Wallbreaker shudders and blushes… No matter how long it has passed since she became a villainess for the subjugation of WallPrincess, meeting Blackest Flower always makes her feel… Small…
“F… Frau Schwarzeste Blume…”
“Wallbreaker, dearie… How is it going, honey…? Still haven’t pierced open that little wall of yours with that magnificent "spear” of yours, have you…? Maybe you should be less… Direct…”
Purrs the old Villainess, looking warmly at the blushing wallflower her presence makes Wallbreaker into, while, out of sight, the Sorciere smiles.
“WHAT DID YOU THAT FOR YOU ANCIENT CRONE!?”
Roars Techspair as she rises, yet she’s greeted with the sight of the still lush posterior of Blackest Flower, who went out of her way to bend to get a chair so she could sit with the other three women, leaning forward to hold Wallbreaker’s face, examining the younger woman while the Sorciere looks at her.
“Even your connection is shitty! How can a girl hack Orange Cunt grade firewalls like this…?
Whines Techspair, yet she goes ignored, as the melodious laugh of Johanna Lindsey that comes out of the Sorciere’s lips breaks the moment as Wallbreaker’s blush… And maybe something else… Are the only proof of how pleased she is of Flower’s recognition.
“And you…? I had dear Miss Lindsey visit sometimes seeking leads and info… And I can see you’re something new… Or rather something old”
Purrs Flower as she lets go of the crimson-faced “Herschnitanian,” her gaze landing on the Ensorceller’s face.
“And you are quite an interesting young one, and what is this? I can feel the touch of Might on you… More of an echo, but you’ve been… Blessed…”
And, for the first time, a frown crosses Blackest Flower’s face, her playful gaze becoming like a diamond as she looks back at the possessed reporter, her voice not a poison, but acid, corrosive, and unyielding.
“You better be careful with what you say, girl… I am known for my merciful disposition… So, I don’t care how old you are… Little Johanna Lindsey is perfectly killable… And if you mention that cowThunderess ever again, I’ll make sure your little book… Your little soul is buried in the Sovereign’s tomb… Placed upon his rotting pelvic bone… Are we clear, child…?”
And the Emerald Sorciere, the would-be God Queen, the architect of the extinction of the age of myth, looks away and blushes… Too proud to acknowledge the relatively younger woman’s menace, but unsettled by her ferocity upon talking about the Divine of Might.
“Hey, old hag… If you want, I can refurbish this place and even add some anti orange sluts grade firewalling free of charge…”
Says Techspair as Flower lets go of the Ensorceller’s face, moving as the video begins playing.
“Das ist neu… Engelbann kommt NIEMALS vor dem Video… Verdammt! Die Videos beginnen normalerweise mit der Action…”
Points out Wallbreaker, finally back from whatever fantasies Flower brought upon her, to which Techspair cuts the feed as she stands on the table.
“Ladies and not-so-feminine ladies… Yes, that means you, Hammerfist; today, here in the Flowers of the Night, we bring you a very special presentation… For the first time, let’s give it to dearest Angelic Bane’s newest showing!”Destructress’s Delightful Degrading Decadent Deconstruction!”
And before Techspair can say anything else, a hand on a black glove pulls her to the ground, Thankfully for the technopath, the ancient-looking display device atop the bar flickered to life, showing the discordant disclaimer Wallbreaker had pointed out… Everyone in the bar, men, women, and Hammerfist, glued to the screen, the Sorciere’s soul shuddering in awe at the strange artifact… And the scenes happening relentlessly on it…
“Mmm… Not bad… Little Destructress should know not to come unannounced to a good business…”
Purrs Blackest Flower as she leans in, looking at how Bane progressively unmakes Destructress, nodding appreciatively at the fellow villainess putting the would-be Goddess in her place.
“Oh ja… Das ist es…! Ich muss sagen, Engelbann selbst ist mir völlig egal, aber zu sehen, wie diese Schlampe Zerstörerin ein oder zehn Stufen heruntergestuft wird, macht immer Spaß…”
Cackles Wallbreaker, stealing furtive glances at Blackest Flower as if trying not to displease the God killer.
“How… How can you conjure such…”
Gasps the Sorciere, more entranced by the technology than by the destruction of the current runner-up for the title of God Queen, her blue eyes moving to look at Techspair.
“The lookalike is just as hot…”
“God, look at that…! Destructress is BLUSHING…!”
“Is that Rainbow Red in the maid outfit…!?”
“The special effects are superb…”
Those aren’t special effects…
“I don’t think that’s a lookalike…”
Muses Techspair as she watches the video, the moment Destructress was regressed to near adulthood… The echoes of the cameras within the video told Techspair that no digital enhancement was used there… Something only a certain green-clad woman noticed…
“That was magic, wasn’t it, little techno witch?”
“Das ist offensichtlich kein Doppelgänger… Wenn das keine Kinomagie war, dann war es wohl das Werk von Der Zerstörerin, oder, Herr Techniker?”
Offer the Sorciere and Wallbreaker, yet before Techspair can answer, a thundering voice is heard on their table.
“Shut up little bitches, momma’s enjoying this…”
And, as the video ends… As the transition from the stage representing Angelic Bane’s ”psychic bubble” appears and the Young Miss’s Manor melts away… the setting changes back to the first scene, to Angelic Bane’s office, as the Young Miss kneels and devours her purple-clad Governess’s pussy shifts into the “Destructress” everyone in the bar knows, still on her knees, still reverently buried in the now White clad Angelic Bane’s femininity, the Flowers of the Night becomes deadly silent…
Wallbreaker’s vengeful smirk becomes awe.
Techspair is found speechless, blinking in sheer DISBELIEF.
The Sorciere’s book closes… The Emerald Sorciere of Enchantment retreats so the Emerald Ensorceller looks around.
And, the moment Angelic Bane pries “Destructress” out of her femininity… Slowly, so her… or should be its…? face, glistening and coated in Angelic Bane’s pleasure, eyes at once empty and full of adoring subservience, impossibly thick, garishly pink, collar around the once unbowed neck, can look at the camera at her conqueror’s amusement… And in the Flowers of the Night, loudly… maybe too loudly… Blackest Flower, her dominant hand letting go of the cigarette holder, moves down between her legs, the need to release what the video built desperate as she moans, after all, even if the being kneeling at Bane’s feet, marked in Bane’s pleasure as its own femininity drools shamelessly was, like Angelic Bane said, just a lookalike…