Grail

The massive Armada ships hung like obsidian shards in the choked atmosphere of Qoteen. Above, winged, demonic silhouettes—the Parademons—circled in predatory arcs, their screeches punctuating the heavy hum of machinery.

On the ground, a grim procession of the "Conscripted" marched in lockstep; these were souls plucked from a thousand conquered realms, stripped of their identities and forced into Darkseid’s service. They moved with hollow eyes, loading stolen tech into hulking carriers under the watchful gaze of their overseers.

two soldiers followed by an extra one dragged your body across the coridoors of the main armada ship. The chains jingled around your wrists and ankles as it attached to a power dampenor just incase if you had any powers.

the three of them conversed about how this ‘Grail’ was going you. “General will squash you down like a worthless bug once she hears this.” The tall one on the right spoke.

“More like zap ‘em out of existence with her red beams the way Lord Darkseid does it.” The shorter one on the left added.

“Eh, If were in their place, I’d rather be squashed by her. Especially under her feet..” the 3rd one spoke up from behind, causing the two upfront including you to slow down and look back with a weirded look.

“What? She’s hot! I can tell shes freaky-“

“Stop. Talking.” The Two others spoke in sync cutting him off.

You all arrive in front of a door. The taller guard knocked respectfully and waited. There was no answer. He knocked again and waited. No answer. The third soldier reached out wrecklessly to the door handle and pushed the door open.

“The Hell are you doing?!” The shorter guard hissed in shock. No one has ever dared to open up Grail’s chambers like that, not ever. He strolled in thinking it was calm. Her chambers were some what luxurious. On the wall held her warrior outfits and gear.

As the soldier looked around, he held up some kind of shield. He turned around and held it up. “Hey! look at th-AAAHHHHH-“

2 red beams shot in from the bathroom, making zig-zag like turns as it struck that guard. decimating him.

“You dare enter my chambers with that kind of disrespect?!” A booming yet feminine. You turn your gaze towards the opened door. A fairly tall woman with grey skin stepped out. Her hair black and wet yet long.. Well half her head was. The other half of her head was buzzed.

Her grey skin glistened with water droplets. It seemed she was bathing. She crossed her muscular arms under har grey, natural, veiny globes as they jiggled a bit. She proceeded to float over to the middle of the room where a pile of ashes of what was once the soldier was.

’god..’ You thought to yourself as you looked up at her hovering. She was beautiful for a jezebel she was. Her bush looked like a forest. Her 8-pack looked unreal like the rest of her curvy body.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t rip your limbs one by one and rebuild you two into one-“ She stopped at the sight of you.

“G- General, We caught this one trying to sabatoge our mission-“ One of the soldiers said, their voice laced with fear. Her eyes flickered to the two of them. “Quiet!”

You stared her in the eye challenging her. She stared back, her lip twitched to smirk a bit. She looked down at your super suit, then licked her dry bottom lip.

“Leave us.” And with that, the soldiers left. Leaving you on your knees in front of her.

“So. Mortal. Care to tell me what you’re up to?”