4 Chapter - 3
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Chapter - 3: Green or Red!
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[Raven Pov]
"Wow, I got to admit, that's a sight you don't see every day. But how about you put some pants on first, big guy." I couldn't help but roll my eyes at Cassie's words, of course for her those dirty words were the best way to start a conversation and were the main problem in this whole thing.
Amazons were really strange, most of them hated any kind of contact with humans and had decided to live in isolation. While those who had decided to return to the modern world were total perverts who liked to flaunt their bodies in a clearly sexual way.
Even Diana herself, the Amazon princess, the heroine called Wonder Woman, who had lived for hundreds and hundreds of years. The perfect definition of a warrior, she also had her moments of being intrigued and fascinated by men, like so many of her colleagues at work.
But this time I had to admit that Cassie was right, for even I found it difficult not to cast a glance at that hunk of flesh that kept swinging as if she were a delicious horndog waiting to be worshiped as she should have been.
The cock's size and intimidating appearance exuded an authority not unlike a king's scepter. It demanded obedience and servitude from me, regardless of my position as a heroine.
I must admit that I felt the need to kneel before him, for with each passing second I could feel my knees weakening. My nose was assaulted by the overwhelming smell of musk that permeated the entire environment, making my desire to worship him soar.
But even though I could honestly admit that I was a sexually repressed teenager, I didn't want to let my father (A Dimensional Demon Conqueror of Universes) use my negative emotions to control me and force me to open a portal to this dimension.
But I had to realize that aside from that detail, there was something else deep inside me that drew me to him like a moth to a flame....
"Oh, Sister Raven, you're blushing!" You're not helping Star, and please stop biting your pink, plump lips. I couldn't help but feel that she was clearly trying to steal a kiss from him, even though she was currently in a relationship with Nightwing.
"It's a really big cock, I don't understand why you're making such a big deal out of it..." Crush said, but she couldn't help but take a long look at the thick cock in front of her.
I shook my head, abruptly interrupting my perverse train of thought, it was obvious that our mental state was being influenced by a strong external factor. This was certainly not the first time something like this had happened, as among the many villains of this world, there was Poison Ivy, who was collectively referred to as "Man and woman -Eater" by all the heroes, which was a big deal considering how irresistible and beautiful she was.
It was fortunate that she had "retired" from crime for the time being so that she could spend more time with her partner in crime, Harley...
I don't think I ever realized how close Harley and Ivy were to other heroines until I opened my own Telegram account to seriously understand how willing they were to share their sexy moments with the world.
It made weird sense, though. Two of the original female villains with the various heroines must have fought a lot. Who's to say they didn't stop and bond on some of those occasions?
I honestly didn't expect so many of my colleagues to comment on a sex tape of a Harley getting spanked for being a bad girl while wearing BatGirl cosplay that I had to admit I masturbated while watching it.
Anyway, the feeling he gave me seemed to be powerful pheromones just from being around him. Actually, pheromones was the simplest answer to explain a lot of what was happening to us, since we were not in the grip of a delusion or anything like that.
It was not an intentional effect, at least as far as I could tell from the emotions I could sense from the being in front of me. I could only sense a chaotic mix of emotions that he was trying to control from leaking out.
I should cast a spell on the rest of the team once I find out if this aspect of his powers is harmful to us. I observed the team, but other than some initial excitement, I didn't notice any other side effects. It seems we were only affected at first, but after that only the beneficial parts of the pheromone affected us.
I really felt sorry for Robin, as he was clearly trying to ignore our discussion, but what could he expect from a team put together in such a short time, with almost everyone else away on other missions.
It was a very strange situation for him, but he seemed to take it as another one of Batman's many tests to prove that he was ready for any future challenges.
Because of this, Robin was focused on the mission and never left the target in front of him for a second after we evacuated the people near the building that was now literally falling apart.
"Can you find out what his intentions are?" Tim asked me, trying to figure out the best way to act and make sure that this situation, which was getting harder to resolve by the second, would be resolved.
I nodded slightly - it wasn't the first time I had been given such a task and I was confident in my abilities, "Sure, I'm good at sensing emotions, but I don't think I can understand what's going on in his head.
"I know..." He said with a small sigh, "But it is clear that he is very dangerous, we have to find out his intentions and above all prevent him from getting out of control and hurting innocent people."
I nodded sagely, "Then shouldn't we contact the League? Right?" I couldn't help but point out that it was the best course of action in this situation. After all, we were a reserve team, and it was obvious that such a situation was beyond our current expertise in handling such delicate situations.
Because the slightest mistake would be a big problem to solve, not to mention the problem that would arise with the media trying to target the Justice League in some way.
And most importantly, the entity in front of us could get out of control with our first mistake in handling the situation, but Robin did not seem to like this suggestion of mine.
Tim seemed to be the only one who wanted to do this mission perfectly. He clenched his teeth as fear washed over him in waves that I could feel despite his best efforts to keep his emotions in check.
After a long moment of reflection, Robin spoke in a determined tone, "We're not doing this." I raised an eyebrow at his answer, but like the mature teenager I was before I spoke, I waited for him to finish.
"We can do a good job on our own. After all, this is the work our mentors trained us to do, and we certainly don't need to rely on them all the time. The most important thing is to show that we can stand on our own in these situations and prove our worth. He made his point by asking for our support in what was certainly not an easy decision:
At this point, my gaze shifted to the being in front of me. He was a young man with hair as black as tulip petals. His face was handsomely balanced and craggy, and he stared at me with bright red eyes that were garnet like the most brilliant of rubies.
Equally evident was his magnificent body, he stood a solid 8'2" (250) that did little to hide his extraordinarily beautiful and perfect muscles that made me want to surrender to him.
They had a perfect strength to weight ratio; he was truly a sculpture sculpted with devotion. His skin had a very attractive tan color. Fresh and vibrant, it evoked feelings of an animal at the top of the food chain, perfectly in tune with wild and untamed nature at the same time.
But at its peak, it could also unleash a power that would shame even such a perfect masterpiece of celestial art. It was undoubtedly the most perfect form a warrior could possess.
[Picture ----> Mc]
But from what I could hear, I felt no animosity from him. Annoyance, certainly, for he felt it, but no hostility or malice. It was the normal sign of someone who could be called evil.
After all, the worst of their villains shared all those traits. Or maybe he was just a joker, a monster who could torment and kill without feeling anything, which honestly wouldn't have surprised me, given all the crap that existed in this world.
But unbeknownst to the man in front of me, I tried to delve deeper into his mind, to understand his intentions and find out if he needed help or if he was just another mindless monster who wanted to destroy everything in front of him.
With one last push, I decided to delve into the deepest corners of his mind, it was not the first time I had done something like this, but this time was different.
It was as if my every action was being watched, and I couldn't help but feel that if I made the slightest effort to damage this place, I would be in for a rude awakening.
And the more I tried to delve further into his head, the closer I came to a deep abyss composed of different colors that were clearly the representation of primordial forces that I could not fully understand, but strangely I felt a familiar sensation.
What was supposed to be a world of mirrors, representing the memories and soul of the individual, where all his thoughts resided, ended up being a fiery inferno of unbridled rage.
A crackling green light that burned brightly, overtaking every other light there was, consuming everything around it and growing, growing, GROWING as if it wanted to devour the entire universe.
I found myself surrounded by a sea of boundless green energy that felt like a pleasant warmth that penetrated me to my bones, which at least made me realize that this was not just a wrathful being of immense power.
Ready to be unleashed, just waiting for the moment to awaken and show its power to every single being that inhabited this world.
[Picture ----> Legendary Super Saiyan]
And like an overflowing river, everything poured towards me, crushing me with its weight and abundance. But strangely, it was a very pleasant feeling, as if I was protected and nothing could hurt me as long as I was close to him.
Was this the feeling of being protected by someone? I had to admit that I was becoming addicted to this new sensation.
The only thing I could see in the background of this mental landscape was a huge golden monkey roaring at something. I could not figure out exactly what it was until I looked down and saw the endless sea of blood that seemed to be endless in this world.
[Picture ----> Golden Ozaru]
What was this power?
Smells became confusing after 5 seconds. Sounds become null after 10. The heat became irrelevant at the same time that I stopped counting how long I had been in this place, as if in the end it no longer mattered.
Falling.
Floating
Painless.
Weightless.
It was a force that connected and permeated all animal life in this universe and many others. A fully alive place where every beating heart converges. It was a force of raw power that wanted nothing more than to spread, thrive and live as long as possible.
THE RED!
[Picture ---> The Red]
And my gaze was enveloped in a comfortable warmth, as if this environment was somehow familiar to me. The Red and I were connected, and that was strangely comforting to me, as if things were back the way they should have been from the beginning.
"Hey Rachel!" I stepped out of the mindscape and heard Robin's urgent voice calling out my alias name with a clear trace of concern for the state I was in, "Are you okay?"
"Y-Yes," I replied with a small nod, regaining control of myself. It had been an experience that was really hard to forget, and I was already missing the warmth that had given me a feeling of protection for the first time that I had always lacked.
"Did you learn anything useful?" He asked me in a hopeful tone, obviously this situation made him uncomfortable as he didn't know how to deal with it without starting a fight.
I nodded, "I would have liked to stay longer, but my mind was constantly overwhelmed by very powerful forces that are best not tampered with. But I found that this is an opponent not to be provoked in a stupid way. And best to act as if we were facing a combination of a Tamaran and a Thanagarian." My answer seemed to attract the attention of Star.
"Can we handle it?" His question was quite natural, and I could only roll my eyes at how naive it was. But I could understand it, since he was a mere human, without any powers, who could not understand what the real powers were that ruled this universe.
"No..." I said in a clear tone that left no room for further discussion, "And on a completely different level. Kara was supposed to be here to have a chance to win if things went downhill."
"So high level threat," Cassie said, "Things are getting more complicated than they need to be."
Robin looked frustrated, but I tried to reassure him. "Would you rather fight or argue in a civilized manner?" I asked, earning a deep frown as the entire team looked at him. He was our leader, I guess.
"I don't think he wants to argue with us, he won't even look at us," Robin protested, pointing his cane at him. "Shit, we don't know what his intentions are and how to talk to him."
"Isn't it enough to just beat him up and po'i take him to the League so they can take care of him?" Crush asked in a quiet voice, but as usual we decided to ignore her as far as her mouth was capable of talking nonsense.
"As much as I like a simple idea like that," Cassie said with a smile and a shrug, "I don't think it's a good idea, I don't want the big guy to break me like a pretzel."
"He doesn't see us as a threat," I added, meeting the fiery red gaze of the creature in front of me. He didn't react for a moment, but I felt a certain interest coming from him. Not sexual or romantic, but curious.
There was no fear. No nervousness. Nothing to suggest that he wasn't absolutely sure that he could face us at the same time if we decided to let him come with us. He gave us a look that clearly said, "This is an honor you don't deserve," and I could hear Tim gnashing his teeth and his negative emotions growing by the second, but he certainly wasn't the only one.
This was not something I often felt from Tim, at least not like this. It wasn't nervousness before a mission or worry about an event in Gotham. This was something much more intense.
It flowed through me like oil, like it was clogging my pores and making me want to take a bath - unpleasant feelings like that were always the worst, but the fact that it was coming from Tim made it even more disturbing.
But on some level I could understand Tim, he was just treating us like we were an interesting spectacle to be watched for the moment, to pass the time until the real members of the Justice League showed up.
That was not what he meant. So it was easy for me to feel that way, but unfortunately others weren't as good at controlling their emotions.
He was a mystery to me, but one thing became abundantly clear. It was beyond the capacity of the team to deal with him, but one member didn't seem to think much of it and thankfully restrained herself from acting as obviously stupid as she had before.
Meanwhile, we watched as a Kori who had decided to hover over him fell to the ground, her eyes fixed on his tail, which at that moment was moving back and forth behind him with obvious curiosity and a desire to make friends.
We did nothing to stop her, knowing full well that she was the best person to initiate a conversation with positive results. Hoping that this would end with him following us into our base, completely voluntarily and peacefully.
He did not even dignify her with a glance, while his attention was focused in a certain direction, as if he was seeing something that we could not even comprehend.
"Well... I am StarFire. You are on the planet Earth... Which is quite convenient for you, all things considered. Now... I'm sure you trust me and my friends to give you the help you need," Kori radiated confidence and optimism as usual.
I could see Kori inhale through her nose again, deeper this time, making a small but smug humming sound. Followed by another stolen glance at him and his powerful body that would honestly put most men on this planet to shame.
Kori was petrified, except for a hint of reddish pink blossoming on her cheeks. She stood motionless in front of him, I had known my friend for a long time and it was obvious that she could not fight her body, the attraction she felt for the man kept her anchored to the place.
She didn't want to leave, she couldn't. Not with such a prominent male specimen right in front of her. "I don't need your help, keep away from me," He warned. He even took a step towards us, but I sensed no evil intent, just indifference.
The Tamerian inhaled through her nose again, deeper this time, emitting a small but smug hum. Followed by another stolen glance at him and his powerful body, those tense muscles that made the surrounding space tremble.
My alien warrior friend could not fight against her body, which made me realize that I should talk to the League to avoid future problems if this situation was somehow resolved.
I could feel the attraction she felt for the man who had anchored her to this place. She didn't want to leave to join us; She couldn't. Not with such a prominent male specimen right in front of her.
But it seemed that Crush was fed up with the whole situation, because I could feel her emotions rising like a volcano about to explode. I could feel that she was very angry and that she could no longer control herself, the only thing on her mind was to prove herself strong.
A snarl escaped her lips in obvious anger. I had to admit that this was one of the rare times that I hated that she had inherited her father's personality. Lobo, he really wasn't someone to be inspired by in any way.
Her strength had been so clearly challenged that it was nothing but a humiliation to her, and she would fight to prove otherwise, no matter who was in front of her.
But before our team could react in any way, Crush had already seized her sentient chain, Obelus. It was a sentient chain that had protected her since childhood and could move on its own, but only when they were together could it unleash its full power.
Seeing this, I narrowed my eyes as I was about to use my powers, "Crush stop-" My warning was too late as I saw Obelus collide with his body. Sending him crashing into the rubble of the destroyed building behind him.
Well, it seemed that things had escalated much faster than expected...
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A/N: I hope you enjoy the understanding as usual <3< strong>
About this chapter and from Raven's point of view, how she sees the world around her through her thoughts and some interesting details about her heroine's friends.
Especially in this chapter, I wanted to show the big difference between normal people and people who have powers that defy the logic of the world. To show their different mentalities and concerns, basically like in the Invincible or even Boys universes.
I also wanted to show Mc from a different perspective, to show that he is not just a Saiyan, but something completely different because he has the DNA of a "New God". A race that evolved because of its proximity to the Source, a primordial energy that is believed to be one of the ultimate foundations of universal energy expression.
Because of this, Mc has a genetic stability and evolutionary perfection that would put the Apex Predators created by Perpetua (Sixth Dimension) to shame, and as if that were not enough, add the "DNA" obtained from Doomsday in DoS (Death do Superman). And a being that more than any other can call itself perfect, and I have tried to show that in this chapter in a very obvious way.
One very important thing to show in this chapter is that several dimensions of this universe are already trying to contact Mc to make him their champion.
What exactly is The Red? It is a force that connects and permeates all animal life in this universe and many others. A fully alive place into which every beating heart flows. Only a chosen few can tap into its raw power. It is said to be the force from which a number of animal-powered heroes draw their abilities, as Mc and being an animal seemed natural to him.
Connecting to this particular dimension has several positive effects for him, and I don't want to give away too many spoilers for the future, but I do want to explain some of the things that happened in this chapter.
Primal Pheromones: Because of his connection to the Red, he only emits pheromones when he is near a girl you want to mate with. Most of the time he has no control over this, as was shown in this chapter and will be explained in the next chapters.
So the girls' behavior is all in context, although Raven in particular is so obviously influenced by many other factors, some more obvious than others, but all of which will be explained in the next few chapters.
As for Crush, she inherited Lobo's bad character, and being scorned like that by a being she knew hurt her pride, and things went downhill as expected.
On the other hand, if you want to see something specific in the next chapters, or even just have some good advice for the story as a whole, I am always willing to read a comment if it is constructive criticism.
If you see any mistakes, I would be grateful if you would point them out to me, so that I can correct them when I have some spare time, and make the story as complete as possible for myself and especially for you.
To facilitate a clearer understanding, I've retained pictures of the respective characters. Your feedback is always valued, and if you have any suggestions for the upcoming chapter, please feel free to comment—I'll be sure to respond as usual.
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