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Superman: Son Of Krypton
Superman floating high above the glass tier of the Metropolis Museum watching me make a mess and demolishes the glass case before me; nothing could
Stop me at this point.
I swiftly snatch the diamond into my hand, shattering it into millions of pieces and the ball of Energy swirls through the air raining down on me as my body consumes it.
Superman spinning down in
to the glass, creating a cooling effect, is amazing to see me so
poised, but I only laughed after
I walked over to a particular set of tiles on the floor.
Stomping on all the tiles
in the room began glowing with a certain color pattern he had never seen before, calling to him as his eyes caught wind
of it.
He could no longer ignore it. The pull was too strong for him to avoid; naturally, he’s levitating down, unaware of the situation, and once he hits the ground at
last.
Suddenly, out of the blue, an interruption occurs, covering the room with the same odd pattern; a steel trap and doors drop down, enclosing him in the space, and he is mine.
The great man of steel is about to meet his maker at the sight of my green glow, and when my body is emanating a strong familiar sense in a harsh feeling, he falters on the room’s floor.
Every step I take towards him, his facial expression only shows pain. The fear in his eyes is very apparent about the reality he’s facing, and all
All I could do was laugh.
Clark barely manages to pull himself together, struggling to crawl away from me; the more he stumbles, the more I leave my feet and position them so as to kick him. He winces and shows the world for a week what a little pussy he is.
“This would be a lot easier if you gave in.” Teasing him.
“Never…” He complains.
“Silence! “Much more agreeable,” I inform him.
“Get angry.”
“Go in a rage”
“Take no prisoners and become mine upon your victory.”
“Kara! Connor and Mon-El”
“I won’t! I am not hurting my family.” He retorts.
“Excellent! Beat him to a pulp.” Commanding them.
“Kara….nnnoooo,” screaming.
“Remember me? Please,” a simple begging fit.
“I love you, cousin.” He says.
Kara laughs psychologically as she lands on the floor, walking closer to him. The ground is trembling beneath gigantic Clark’s body and swiftly lifts.
him up.
Grabbing his shirt collar, she is lifting him into the air, bending her position into a bow form, and shooting into the air; he is fully
in her power, and she spins him
throwing him across the room.
Clark lands on the ground of the museum, sliding across the floor till his back hits the wall, and he’s lost at the mere idea of how quickly he grows into
deep state.
“Connor! What are you doing?” Clark questions his clone.
“Saving you,” he adds, smacking him hard, hitting him in the gut like no one’s business.
“Wwwhhhhyyyy?” Bellowing.
“Oh, shut up!” Connor has heard enough.
“This is of your own making.” He chides.
“Who’s the hero now?” He asks him.
“We both are,” Clark aids him.
“I’m the hero, you pussy.” The kid grins.
“You are a useless and powerless bitch.” Connor settles in to the roast.
“Save yourself!” Calling Clark to action as he goes dormant.
“Yes, sir!” He closes his eyes, the endless beta vision killing them both.
Appearing right behind Mon-el, I grapple his neck and point to Clark, who will obediently shoot through his stomach and not stop till he annihilates him.
“You see what you caused, Clark.” Asking him as my hand
past his head, and I cup him up, kissing him slowly.
Clark vibrating on a new frequency, giving in to me, and
He kissed me back ultimately.
waking up.
“It was all a dream, Master?” He looks disappointed.
“Welcome to the new House of El.” I state that I instructed him to join his new team.
“You, Kara, Connor, and Mon-El are my new children of Krypton.”
They are relaxed, with an evil gaggle of laughter emerging.
The end