The world around her blurred into a swirl of fire and shadow and then Supergirl landed hard on the scalding hot ground, the air thick with the stench of brimstone and despair. Around her, other superheroines and villainesses lay scattered, their forms writhing in pain and covered in the evidence of their abuse... and Kara looked around at them, guilt swallowing her. They had been pulled down here by the power of the closing portal, the same as she had... the same as Raven had. The young sorceress, her body battered and bruised, lay nearby, her eyes reflecting the flickering flames of Hell.
Above them, the portal sealed shut, leaving no trace of the way back to Earth. Kara's heart sank as the full extent of her predicament finally sank in. They were trapped in Hell, the realm of eternal torment, with no escape in sight.
The ground beneath them was scalding, the heat searing into their flesh, causing the women to writhe in agony. Screams filled the air as the women burned on the hot skillet of the brimstone… dozens of metahuman women realizing the scale of the unending suffering that awaited them. For Kara the pain was almost familiar, a cruel reminder of the endless tortures she had endured.
Ishagnar rose from the ground, his body writhing in agony as he surveyed the damage. His chest was ripped open, exposing his rib cage, yet the injury seemed more painful than lethal. Despite his injuries he remained formidable, his size and fury making him a terrifying presence.
With a roar of fury, Ishagnar kicked Kara in the stomach, the force of the blow sending her flying across the fiery landscape. She crashed against a jagged, fiery stone, the impact sending waves of pain through her already battered body.
"You wretched slut!" Ishagnar bellowed, his voice ringing off the nearby stones. "You dare defy me? All I've done, all I've planned... and you ruined everything!"
He approached her, his steps slow and menacing, each one sending tremors through the ground. His eyes burned with a hatred that matched the flames surrounding them. "I worked so long for this, to claim Earth as my own. And you... you pathetic excuse for a hero... you destroyed it all!"
With another savage kick he drove her further into the stone, the impact causing her to gasp for air. "You think this is over?" Ishagnar spat, his voice dripping with malice. "You think you've escaped? You're in Hell now, Kara. And here, I am your eternal tormentor! I am going to make you suffer for that… forever!"
Kara struggled to breathe, her vision blurring as she looked up at Ishagnar as she drove his foot into her again and again. The world around her was a blur of fire and pain, each moment an eternity of suffering. "I hate you, you fucking whore!" he snarled between clenched teeth. "I-"
The incubus lord broke off his outraged speech as the ground trembled beneath them, and a shadow loomed over Kara and Ishagnar. The Gargantuan, its monstrous form reassembled with a pale membrane of skin, stood towering above them, its size diminished but still colossal. Kara shuddered as she felt the pressure of the million white snakes within its skin pressing down on them, a psychic weight like the echo of Ishagnar's overwhelming aura that had subdued a world.... and a reminder of the endless horrors that awaited in this realm.
In the sudden lack of her beating, Kara realized that the silence of the realm had vanished. All around her, the sulfurous air was suddenly thick with the sounds of the other women that had been trapped down here by the closing portal, screaming and moaning as they were raped and brutalized by the furious, frustrated invaders. The setback had ignited a fury within the demons, and they channeled their rage onto their helpless captives, the sounds of their suffering echoing off the fiery brimstone of Hell.
Ishagnar, his face contorted with a mix of annoyance and anger, looked up at the Gargantuan, his voice tinged with frustration. "This is merely a setback," he declared, his tone resolute despite the circumstances. "We will escape this prison again before long, and when we do Earth will fall before us for good. Nothing will stop us next time."
Kara's body ached with the weight of her injuries, each breath a struggle against the pain. She watched as Ishagnar, still formidable despite his wounds, turned his attention between her and the Gargantuan looming over them.
The Gargantuan raised one massive foot, its shadow casting a dark pall over Ishagnar and Kara. For the first time, Ishagnar looked genuinely panicked, his usual confidence shattered by the looming threat. Kara, battered and lying on the smoking rubble, watched in a mix of horror and disbelief as the incubus lord's facade cracked. "Wait!" Ishagnar cried out, his voice tinged with real, genuine fear. "I command you to halt!"
The Gargantuan, however, showed no signs of heeding Ishagnar's command. Its foot continued its descent, aiming to crush the demon lord beneath its immense weight. With a roar of defiance, Ishagnar lifted both hands above his head, his muscles bulging as he caught the foot of the monstrous creature. The impact shuddered through the ground, sending tremors rippling outward.
Ishagnar's face contorted with effort, his arms trembling under the strain. The foot pressed down, inch by inch, the force overwhelming his attempts to resist. His muscles quivered, the exertion visible in every fiber of his being. "No!" he grunted, his voice strained, each word a battle against the crushing weight.
Kara watched, her own pain momentarily forgotten, as Ishagnar struggled against the Gargantuan's assault. The incubus lord, once a symbol of unyielding power, now appeared vulnerable, his strength waning under the relentless pressure. The scene was a stark reversal of their roles, a glimpse into the depths of Ishagnar's mortality.
As the foot continued its descent, Ishagnar's resistance faltered, his muscles trembling violently. The ground beneath him cracked, the force of the Gargantuan's attack proving too much for even the mighty incubus lord to withstand.
Ishagnar's resistance, strained to its utmost, finally shattered under the Gargantuan's relentless pressure. With a final, agonizing groan, the incubus lord's efforts failed and the massive foot descended with a thunderous crash. The impact was devastating and catastrophic in its intensity, instantly reducing the incubus lord into a grotesque spray of crimson paste that splattered across the fiery ground and coated Kara in its gory residue.
The air was thick with the stench of blood and sulfur as the Gargantuan's foot lifted, revealing the mangled remains of Ishagnar. The once-mighty demon lord who had terrorized and dominated countless worlds lay in a heap of pulverized flesh and bone; his reign of terror ended in a moment of brutal finality... father replaced by son.
Kara, drenched in Ishagnar's blood, lay stunned, her body numb with shock. The world around her seemed to spin, the sounds of the other women's suffering blending into a distant, surreal echo. She struggled to process the sudden, violent demise of her tormentor, her mind grappling with the implications of his death.
The Gargantuan, its maw agape, loomed over Kara, its massive form blotting out the hellish sky. Its mouth was a cavern of writhing white worms, each one pulsating with a hunger that seemed to reach out and grasp her. Kara's heart pounded in her chest, her last moments of clarity filled with the bittersweet realization that she had indeed saved Earth, at the cost of her own eternal damnation.
With a heave the Gargantuan lifted Kara into the air, her body dangling helplessly as the creature prepared to consume her. Her eyes locked onto the thousands of worms within its belly, their collective gaze a mockery of the freedom she had sacrificed herself for. The air reeked of decay, and she felt the psychic pressure of the worms’ anticipation, a chorus of malice that echoed off her mind.
In a final, brutal motion that rang with finality, the Gargantuan tossed Kara into the pit of worms. She fell, her body crashing into the wriggling mass. The impact rocked her pained body… not because of their hardness, but because of how they flexed against her. The worms surged around her, their slimy bodies enveloping her, their touch searing into her flesh like acid. Kara's screams pierced the air, a mix of agony and despair that mingled with the cacophony of Hell.
Trapped within the Gargantuan's belly, Kara was submerged in a sea of relentless, voracious worms. Each moment was torture, each movement a violation as the worms burrowed into her holes, their hunger to breed her insatiable, the psychic weight of their presence heavy as the Earth on her back. Kara screamed, a testament to the unending torment that had become her existence, a fate she had accepted to protect the world she loved. Even as the first of the worms took advantage of her open mouth and slithered down her throat, she didn't stop screaming.
Supergirl didn't think she would ever stop screaming again.
Diana collapsed onto the bed, her body limp before it even hit the sheets... her body and spirit utterly spent. The world she had fought to protect lay in ruins, its fabric torn apart by the horrors unleashed by Ishagnar and his minions. The streets were filled with the anguished cries of those who had lost everything, and the mood of the world was so steeped in despair that the air seemed to stink with it.
Much as she wished it wouldn't, her mind couldn't help but replay the events that had led to this moment. The battle against the Incubus, the chaos that followed, and the ultimate sacrifice Raven and Supergirl had made. The weight of their loss pressed down on her, each breath a struggle against the crushing guilt that she had survived when so many others had not.
Diana let herself sag down as the weight of her exhaustion felt too great to bear any longer. She had spent hours tirelessly guiding survivors to safety, herculean efforts to ensure that the shattered remnants of society found refuge. The physical toll was immense, but the emotional burden was even heavier. Each person she helped was a reminder of the losses they had suffered, the lives that had been irrevocably changed.
In between rescues, Diana had found a moment of privacy to tend to her own wounds. The eggs that Ishagnar's minions had implanted within her were a constant, revolting reminder of the violation she had endured. With a grimace of disgust, she had removed each one, crushing them beneath her fingers, the act both a physical and symbolic purging of the demonic taint.
The world needed people to lead it, to carry it forward... and Diana had spent the last day trying to do that, forcing the world back into a shape that made sense as one of the few people on the planet who would. Millions of men, their minds shattered by the revelations of their actions under Ishagnar's influence, had taken their own lives, wracked by trauma and guilt. Billions more, consumed by remorse, begged for forgiveness, their pleas echoing through the streets like a dirge. Many of the people who should have been able to help Diana, like Superman, were like this. Many other superheroines were gone as well, either killed in the invasion or captivity, or pulled through the collapsing portal as collateral damage of banishing the demons.
Diana's eyes burned with unshed tears as she thought of those they had lost, all of their faces etched into her memory. Supergirl... Raven... They had given everything to save the world, and now in their absence she felt adrift, unsure of how to proceed. The world needed leadership, healing, and hope, but with the pillars of their society shattered no one knew where to begin.
As she drifted into a fitful sleep, Diana's dreams were haunted by the specters of the fallen, their voices mingling with the cries of the broken world. In the darkness, she vowed to find a way to honor their sacrifice, to rebuild the world they had died protecting. The path ahead was uncertain, but Diana, the brightest remaining beacon of the Justice League, knew that she had to lead. No matter the cost.
As her head hit the pillow, the world faded away. Sleep claimed her swiftly, a mercy amidst the chaos. Her dreams were a tumultuous mix of the past and the present, of heroic battles and tragic losses. She saw Supergirl and Raven, their faces a haunting blend of sacrifice and sorrow, urging her to carry on, to be the light in the darkness that they could no longer be.
In her slumber, Diana's body twitched with the remnants of her recent struggles, each movement a silent testament to the battles she had fought and the burdens she had shouldered. The room was silent; the only sound was her deep, even breathing as Diana slipped deeper into unconsciousness, a temporary respite from the horrors of the world. Morning would bring new challenges, new responsibilities, and the daunting task of rebuilding... but she didn't have to face those now.
Hours stretched into the night, the world outside the window growing silent. Diana, lost in the depths of exhausted slumber, was oblivious to the subtle shifts in her surroundings. The air, thick with the scent of her long-term labor, held a stillness that masked the slow, insidious movement within her.
As the last echoes of distant sobs faded into the night, a tiny hiss broke the silence. Beneath the folds of her skirt, Diana's violated cunt twitched, spasming slowly... and then a single white worm emerged. Its slimy form glistened in the dim light, and the worm squirmed, its movements slow and deliberate, as it made its way down the length of the bed. Diana, her dreams haunted by the faces of those she had lost, never so much as twitched... completely unaware of the monstrous child that had just been birthed from her own body.
With a soft plop, it dropped to the floor, landing with a faint splashing noise from its wet body. The baby incubus, now free from its host, wiggled its way into the shadows, its tiny body vanishing as it squeezed between the crack beneath the door. The room settled back into complete stillness, Diana's breaths steady and deep. The worm, the last remnant of Ishagnar's vile legacy, had slipped away unnoticed into the night.
The worm knew it couldn't be found... but that was alright. It carried with it the potential for a new beginning, a darker chapter that could unfold in the shadows of a world still healing from its past wounds. It would find a new host to perpetuate its kind... for if there was one thing the newborn lustful parasite knew, it was that this world existed to feed its needs.
And someday, it would.
The world, unaware of the silent threat that had been born from the ashes of its recent tragedy, slumbered on.
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