Epilogue: The New Old.

Angelic Bane frowned… In the deepest recesses of her servers, there was a video… A video she never made…

“Like, this is, like, totally awesome… So awesome… This could totally be, like, my big thing…”

And the Queenpin of Porn shudders and moans… Unable to close her eyes as her dominant hand gets lost in the depths of her folds violently… Needily…

“Like, but if Destructress totally finds out… If she ever sees, like, a vid of me, you know, deconstructing her and stuff… reshaping her, like, making her my mindless little bimbo…”

Angelic Bane shudders as the most powerful orgasm of her life erupts from the deepest recesses of her femininity, bathing the thrall under her desk in her liquid pleasure… Angelic Bane ensuring the Video will never be uploaded but not daring to *** delete*** it…

In the Deepest recesses of the Flowers of the Night, Blackest Flower smiles…in her hands, an old newspaper… Its front page covers the news of the shattering of one of the continents by upstart villainess Destructress… On the desk, another one, this one depicting the death of Thunderess some days later… The Goddess is on her knees as the Blackest Flower herself stands towering after breaking the Divine’s neck… Triumphant… Absolute…

“Did you account for this on your grand design, my Sovereign…?”

At Blackest Flower’s feet, still in her maid prison… the woman who in her youth had been Thundertette, licks reverentially her conqueror’s feet like a good plaything should, her hips lifting so, would her captor so desire, use her almighty crop to punish the orbs of the woman’s insolent rear… It has been decades since the younger woman has smelled anything but Flower’s maddening scent after the Sovereign’s betrothed stole her from The Goddess of Might… And even flesh and spirit blessed by Might can’t but yield to relentless, unending exposure to such potent venom…

Meanwhile, in the bar… Even as Techspair enters looking for Momma Flower… Hammerfist sports the strangest smile on his age-weathered lips the ancient superweapon will ever have, reverential yet lustful… Because even if his master is gone, he smiles in horny reverence… As if knowing that the current Age is not one of Sovereigns in red, but of hot Destroyers in White…

The environment of one of the most expensive penthouses in the most exclusive zone at the center of the City, in one of the seven skyscrapers surrounding Founder’s Park and Forceworks, the high rise serving as headquarters of the Rainbow Force was nothing but palatial, the large windows overlooking the park and Forceworks, letting the young entrepreneur see upon her subjects… Her target Demographic… And the Rainbow Force… Even as one of the windows melted into butterflies and a figure all but divine literally descended to the heavens to stand before the young Queenpin’s raised dais.

“Like, what’s the deal with this!? Why are you, of all peeps, Destructress, totally “blessing” me with your vibe? Especially since, like, the time you almost got ME busted was your super adorable try to, like, unite us against those total bitches from the Rainbow Force.”

“Je voulais juste te rendre visite, ma chère, pour voir comment tes desseins lubriques se déroulent… Pour voir si tu as compris comment utiliser correctement ton pouvoir terrifiant… Comment tu as transformé ces… appétits… que tu as… En quelque chose d’utile pour notre époque. Honnêtement, parmi nos « associés », et j’utilise ce terme de manière très vague, tu es la seule qui pourrait être… Digne…”

States Destructress and Angelic Bane shudders… An uncomfortable, dreadful shiver washed over the young porn mogul, her sapphire eyes roaming all over the slightly older yet just as aesthetically pleasing platinum blonde floating above the “supplicants’ area”, even that strange language Destructress had crafted so she could gloat over her lessers, feels sharper as the God Queen looks at her… And smiles.

“Like, um, Destructress, babe… So, there’s, like, this video…”

“Et il restera là où il est… Dans les recoins les plus profonds de votre infrastructure… À l’abri des regards indiscrets… Vous veillerez à ce qu’il ne voie jamais la lumière du jour… À ce que même des prostituées comme Techspair ne puissent le divulguer… Sinon…”

And Destructress vanishes after restoring the window she just used… Back to her lair… To the attention of her Rahat-looking crimson maid… Knowing that Angelic Bane is not meant to be a protege… Not a sidekick…

“Tu comprends, mon cher Bane ? Tu m’as dit un jour que tu n’avais pas achevé mon asservissement au niveau de tes esclaves par respect pour moi… C’est moi… qui t’honore… qui te courtise… Mon bel amant… c’est moi qui te montre à quel point je comprends désormais ta véritable puissance… Rien d’enfantin… Rien de vulgaire… Seulement… l’incarnation angélique de Bane…”

If Destructress is to be the Age of Unification’s Crimson Sovereign, Angelic Bane is meant to be her Blackest Flower… The one who amuses and entices her enough to allow an endless cycle of victories and defeats, only to return to the norm, not after Destructress bores herself, but at the right moment both have gotten the amusement they can of it… And Angelic Bane will not kill Goddesses like her predecessor… She will make them idols of lust for the world’s, and her Sovereign’s, amusement… Leaving Angelic Bane confused, troubled… and horny.