Moondragon shuddered as she tasted the edges of Susans new personality. She'd first encountered her long ago, and later she'd felt the lingering echos of her 'Malice' thoughts drifting in and out of her subconscious mind. Why had she do it? Why had she touched that thread of Malice and brought it to the front of her mind again? The simple fact...she hadn't. At least not consciously. Heather Douglas had felt those gossimer threads of the old Malice, and they'd somehow appealed to her. Perhaps reminded her of the time she'd spent on Earth under the guise of 'Madame MacEvil'. And Susans mind had responded to that mental touch, building and building all durring the Civil War when her disgust at her husband had been at its height. Finally, they'd met again...and Susans subconscious personality slid into the forefront of her brain again.
She wasn't REALLY 'Susan Richards' or even 'Susan Storm'. She was Malice...Malice MacEvil.
It had started off slowly. Even Moondragon was unaware of it at first. But every time she and Susan met, Malice grew stronger...and Moondragons lust grew as well. Just as before, Malice was very much a construct of Susans ideas and opinions of the classic 'villainess' of fiction. And as this built, Moondragons opinions of her shifted slightly, untill she was now most attracted to and 'turned on' by the tropes of villainy. She hadn't done it on purpose, but what did that matter. As she was unaware of it, it all seemed so natural. Moondragon felt she'd finally aquired a 'soul mate', and Susan KNEW she'd found one...because that's what her new Malice and (subconscious) Moondragon-constructed personality of 'Madame MacEvil' told her.
That voice! Her loins went moist and her nipples errect at the lilt of that strong, wonderful voice! The new 'Madame MacEvil' smiled, stood and turned to face Heather Douglas. Moondragon saw that she was smoking a cigarette in the long holder she'd bought her They saw each other, and both woman smiled. It was so good to find the one who was ment for you.
"Please, Heather...I want you to call me 'Madame MacEvil' now."
Heather shuddered and bit her lower lip. As you wish, MacEvil. And you must always call me Moondragon.
They met...embraced...and their minds grew closer again. Neither saw that it was the other that was drawing them closer...knitting them together...building on each other. Unconsiously, Moondragon was turning the old Susan into a carbon-copy of her own old identity, and Malice was filling Moondragons head with the imagery and ideals of 'Malice'. Together, they were becoming sinister, schemeing women who felt no shame in manipulating others. The former Susan Richards was even aquiring mental abilities similar to Moondragons as they trained with each other...loved each other...thought only of each other.
They kissed, and Moondragon let fall the hanger she'd been holding. Silently - as only two woman who are moving in perfect tandem can do - Moondragon undressed the former Susan Richards and worked the depilatory cream into her scalp, till her dead was smooth and hairless. Together, they plucked and shaped her eyebrown till they came to perfectly wicked points. The hanger was brought forth, and Susan shuddered at the sight of Moondragons old, scanty red costume. The flared red gloves...the high, mandarin collar...the exagerated heels...even the huge earrings. As she slipped them on, she slipped forever out of her old identity, and into...
She smiled, wicked and cruel, and said in almost identical tones "Yes, Moondragon. Shall we...begin?"