Superman shook his head. of the various calls, the one about Darkseid seemed the most pressing, even though it made no sense. He supersped into his costume, leaped out of the window, and zoomed off to Bangor, Maine.
When he arrive he was confronted by tall, powerfully built figure, regal of manner, with red eyes set in a heavy-browed face that seemed to be carved of granite. In short, Darkseid. Except that his figure was female, and shapely. And despite the craggy gray
skin, the face was lovely. Superman stared at the Darkseid-woman. "What?" was all that he could muster.
Her lush lips quirked. "Kal-El. Once again, I demand that you provide me with a suitable heir, or I shall destroy this pathetic settlement."
Clark just stared at her, unable to process this. The Lady of Apokolips kept talking, seemingly oblivious.
"Do not think that I will be left shattered by the pleasure of our love-making, as I was when last we met, Kryptonian, " she declared. "For before you give me what I desire, my Fucktoy Furies will ensure that your virility is kept in check."
For the first time, Superman noticed the nine women standing behind Darkseidette, or whatever he was supposed to call her. They were recognizable as Lashina, Bernadeth, Wunda, Gilotina, Stompa, Mad Harriet, Speed Queen, Bloody Mary, Artemiz; nine out of the
ten* Female Furies. But, like Lois, they were sexier than they used to be. At a single form their mistress, they rushed forward...
(*OOC: Given that Malice Vunderbar looks like a kid, you'll forgive me for not including her.)
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