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The Gamer's Guide to Conquest, Remastered
Chapter 12: Super soldier programs are like Lego, right?
– 'Queen' Ramonda –
Her gambit had failed. In hindsight, it should have been obvious, but she had hoped that his arrogance had caused him to ignore any potential threat she could pose to him. Instead, he had gone to sleep next to her as he knew she was no threat at all. His sleepy words had caused her to stay awake the entire night, dreading the moment he woke up to raise hell and burn Wakanda to the ground with his immense might.
She didn't know if he was truly a god, but he had the powers to back up his insane claim and that was enough for her to know it didn't really matter. If the insane being destroying your home country called himself a God, Wizard or whatever else, it didn't change the fact that he was still destroying your home.
For the night, she tossed and turned, before fearing she'd wake up the angry being she'd just stabbed in the heart so she instead left the bed and paced. The rise of the sun felt like the doom of her people, though Kuro hadn't woken up until long past sunrise. She prepared to beg and plead the moment he woke up, expecting his fury to be instant.
When he finally deemed it late enough for him to wake up, he stumbled downstairs and got breakfast as he listened to his mistresses explain the state of his lands, while Velvet pleasured him beneath the table. It was during this conversation that she realised something.
For a being of such immense power, Kuro was so incredibly lazy. His utter disinterest in ruling the lands he'd conquered, the way he passed all the actual work off to his women (much to the pleasure of Rose who accepted it all eagerly). He was immensely powerful, but his motivation to do anything at all seemed lacking. He'd attacked Wakanda to steal the sacred herbs, something he'd already succeeded at. He had no real interest in returning as he already had his own, alarmingly, greater Vibranium deposits and little else in her homeland was of interest to him.
So, convincing him to not put in the mild amount of effort needed to slaughter her people was not impossible. She simply had to give him something more… entertaining to do to make up for her 'crime', to distract him from his vengeful plans.
"Man, you're lucky. If you didn't have such a fat ass…" Kuro chuckled, spanking her aforementioned ass as he took her from behind. The massive cock split her in two but she didn't stop moving her hips back to meet his powerful thrusts, each one causing a ripple through her body as their flesh clapped together. She was the Queen of Wakanda, the most powerful and advanced nation in the world… the lover of the Black Panther, and yet…
"P-please, master, use my royal cunt," Ramonda begged, meaning her words, though not out of pleasure. If he was here, using her for his amusement, he wasn't in her home, burning it down for her attempt to slay him. "Pound my black pussy. C-colonise my slutty womb-"
That was as far as she got through what he was making her say before he burst out laughing, cutting her off as her pride raged. It was bad enough that he was insisting that she degrade herself and her people this way, but for him to not even be able to keep a straight face for it.
"I will not… shame myself like this if you cannot even listen without laughing at me," Ramonda shouted before she could stop herself, his giggling reduced to sniggers as he pulled out of her and flipped her over.
"Oh?" Kuro asked, slapping his cock against her already cum-filled pussy with an intense look in his eyes. "Should I find something else to do today?"
"No!" Ramonda shouted, cursing herself and her momentary loss of patience as he went to stand up, grabbing his arm and pulling him back toward her. "No, master. I'm sure I can… amuse you, give me a chance."
Guiding him to lay down, she hated the cocky smirk on his lips, the smugness of a man who knew he had her completely at his mercy. She didn't let her pride get the better of her a second time as she rubbed her slit along his length several times, moving her hips slowly as she ran her hands up her body to play with her breasts.
"Relax, let me handle everything," Ramonda tried, lowering one hand to grasp his cock and line it up, sinking herself back down onto it with a small hiss. As much as she hated the man himself, he had a very nice body and a truly massive cock. It was certainly the biggest she'd ever had, unfortunately, and her body didn't share her hatred of him and his actions. She couldn't hide her reaction as she began to ride him, his hands on her ass before one reached up to lightly slap her tit, making them jiggle for a moment as he watched in amusement.
She was already blessed in that area, but as he roughly groped her breast she felt them shift and grow a cup-size or two. This was his power, to whimsically change whatever he pleased. Unfortunately, he could reshape the landscape of Wakanda as easily as he made her body grow more… lewd for his enjoyment. It was a ridiculous use of his power but one that made her move faster, eager to keep him right here.
– Kuro Tepes –
Despite her little whoopsy-daisy last night, I wasn't actually going to go after Wakanda again. While I am a major asshole, even I don't believe in kicking people while they are down. Unless they deserve it. Or it benefits me enough. Or they are going to be a threat when they get back up.
And Wakanda just isn't. I have way more Vibranium than them and their best trick is the whole Black Panther thing which I've well and truly stolen. Sure, I'll keep an eye on them going forward to make sure Shuri doesn't figure out anything that could actually endanger me, but funnily enough, my little fuckery with the Savage Land has caused so much trouble across the world that Wakanda has bigger issues than me because while they didn't get hit too much by the side-effects, a lot of Africa did and where there is trouble, assholes are going to fight for things that don't belong to them.
That's already true when there aren't superpowers in play, but add them in and it gets all the more chaotic. Wakanda seems mostly unscathed from the outside, so jealous, desperate neighbours are gonna want what they have. Without a Black Panther to protect them, Wakanda is going to need to pull out the Vibranium toys and that just means increasing the risk of the rest of the world realising that they aren't just huts and spears.
Besides…
Ramonda squeals as I pin her beneath me again, one leg on my shoulder as I ruthlessly pound into her royal pussy. Royal being the important word in this context, despite pussy being my favourite one.
With a grunt, I flood her womb with my seed and despite everything, she's not even considered the idea of me knocking her up thanks to her age. But I'm a fucking God. Emphasis on the fucking. Zeus could impregnate people as a goose, rain cloud, and whatever the else he felt like. Something like old age isn't a threat to me if I want to knock someone up.
Ramonda practically passes out from the sensation as I feel my seed plant itself deep inside her. By tomorrow she'll be feeling a little bloated, by the end of the week my kid will be ready to pop out and start growing fast, because demigods don't play by the normal rules, do they?
See, the dude with the shitty haircut showed up in Wakanda and took over because he… lemme think, won a ritualistic death match, after which they let him burn their sacred herb garden and try to start World War Wakanda, because he was from the right bloodline or some shit. This is why I refuse to see Wakanda as even remotely advanced. Tech doesn't stop them from being savages.
So, when my daughter, Queen Shuri's half-sister, shows up with proof of who she is and challenges Shuri for the throne, their own customs are going to doom them. Maybe they'll refuse, but that's when I stop playing nice and finish what I started. They can choose between peaceful conquest or me turning my full attention their way. The advantage to how much they hide their true capabilities from the world is that I can get away with way more with them without drawing international eyes.
My mistresses know that Ramonda is going to be carrying my child, and they'll make sure she doesn't get any silly ideas about killing my scheme in the womb, literally. She's smart enough to work out why I'd go out of the way to knock her up, so there's a chance she tries it.
Scratching my chin as I wander to the balcony and look out at my lands, I consider the situation. I'm strong now, maybe too strong. As much as I love flexing my divine muscles, I have to consider some things. First of all, getting a major power boost right when the world had a little accident is kinda suspicious. Marvel has a lot of high power assholes who could come and take offence to my new divine state and I don't need, or want, the trouble of dealing with that.
Besides, you know what is funnier than flexing near-unlimited power? Making people think you're actually beatable before pulling out the 'oh sorry, you decided to throw hands with a god' mid fight. The first fool I pull this trick on is going to get fucked over so badly.
So, how do I make this work? Quite easily, actually. All I need to do is make an Avatar. I am a god, after all. My main body, and by extension full power, stays here in the Savage Lands while my Avatar, Kuro Tepes who is definitely not a God and/or the Overlord goes back to New York to do my own thing.
But if I know my comic book villains and their plots, Selene is planning something big and now she's got a Scarlet Witch to help along. Wanda's power is one of the few I'm genuinely worried about because she can do some real bullshit if given the chance, and I need to make sure things go my way when everything goes to shit.
So, what is a man to do? First of all, I want to take care of the Hellfire plot before it can become a thing. Emma wanted me so badly as a counter for Shaw, and I just don't like Sebastian Shaw lurking around doing his own thing. I need him taken care of, and while killing the man isn't going to be hard, dealing with his Hellfire lackeys sounds tiresome.
But I, the genius that I am sometimes, have a plan. It's called 'shamelessly abusing metaknowledge and divine senses'. Because Emma Frost is one scary bitch at the best of times and right now she's at her most morally flexible Hellfire Queen mode. No X-Men or Scott Summers softening up the ice queen.
So, first things first, I have a stop to make in a certain Siberian facility. They've got some frozen treats I want. After that, I know exactly where I'm going to get what I need.
– Emma Frost –
The chaos of the natural disasters had actually proven highly profitable for Hellfire. They had the money and people to make the most of the chaos, and as desperation grew in many places, politicians were making deals with the devil to get access to the resources they needed at the cost of becoming pawns of Hellfire.
All in all, it had been a very busy time and that meant Shaw didn't have time to watch her too closely. He was aware of Kuro, but predictably he was treating Kuro more like a glorified boy toy than a real threat. Shaw didn't have spies in Xavier's school thanks to the professor's telepathy and that meant Kuro's nullification was still hidden to him. It wouldn't last, but it gave her time to prepare for the inevitable.
"I take it this isn't just a booty-call?" Emma asked, lounging in her penthouse as Kuro arrived. He had responded well to the… free-range style of employment, and she didn't mind letting him wander as long as he was ready to act as her Knight when she needed it. "Or did you want another taste?"
"I can't deny your blood is the finest I've had yet, but no, this isn't just pleasure," Kuro admitted, his eyes roaming over her body for a moment. She was actually wearing pants for once, tight leather ones and a matching white corset that framed her breasts perfectly. "You want me as a weapon against Shaw, right?"
She went silent at that, once again noting that Kuro seemed to know way more than he should.
"Oh, don't look so worried. I don't mind," Kuro waved off, which was worrying by itself because she hadn't shown any outward signs of worry. "But with all the shit going down, and Selene scheming away, I figured we might as well take care of it asap."
"And what exactly do you know about what the Black Queen is doing?" Emma asked, frowning openly as she straightened up.
"Not much, unfortunately. She hit a group called the Midnight Suns, occult heroes, and kidnapped the Scarlet Witch. Apparently her plan revolves around me but I've never so much as seen mommy dearest,"
"So you do know she's your mother? I wasn't sure," Emma admitted. She knew about the Midnight Suns thanks to both the Scarlet Witch and Magik, but not much beyond that. If Selene had the Scarlet Witch under her control… damn it all, Selene was too dangerous for someone who skulked around in the shadows so much. Emma was not thrilled with her lack of information on her and her scheming.
"Father didn't exactly speak fondly of her, but yeah I know. The point is, she's too damn dangerous for me to be comfortable leaving Shaw on one side and Selene on the other. Besides, you succeeding only benefits me, right? I have no interest in leading a group of snakes like Hellfire, but being your arm candy that happens to be able to kill basically anything fits me just fine. All the benefits, and only the fun work," Kuro purred, plopping down next to her as she laughed lightly.
"If killing Shaw was so simple, I would have done it already," Emma pointed out, not denying his point. She'd give a lot to keep her knight happy if he got her control of the club. He'd be the King in name, but if he didn't want the actual seat and its responsibilities then it worked out even better for her as she didn't want to share the position.
"True, but you want to hear me out anyway," Kuro pointed out. She paused, moving again to put her legs in his lap.
"Impress me, Kuro," Emma dared.
"So, you know the Super Soldier Serum, right?" Kuro asked, getting an easy nod.
"That produced America's favourite boy scout," Emma confirmed.
"Howard Stark made his own, which was then stolen by Hydra. Long story. Short version, it didn't really work because the five soldiers they made were batshit insane. They had to lock them away in cryostasis and just never woke them up," Kuro explained with a shrug. "Until a certain handsome dhampir came along and looted the facility, stealing both the frozen super soldiers and their serum. See, Hydra had no way to control them, but I am a dhampir that can enthrall, and you are one of the strongest telepaths in the world. Their minds were already gone, so I used one of my dhampir tricks to enthrall them permanently, turning them into mindless husks that keep all their skills and memories. See where I'm going with this?"
She really did, her lips pursed in thought as Kuro stroked her legs. Captain America was not someone she could control, but was that more about Steve Rogers than the actual serum?
"Consider me interested," Emma admitted.
"Ah, but you've only heard step one of my scheme," Kuro laughed. "Don't get me wrong, the five Winter Soldiers would be deadly, but there's only five of them. Now, you've heard of the Black Widow, right?"
"Of course. Natasha has struggled with her newfound fame. She enjoyed doing her work in the shadows, but the Avengers drew a spotlight onto her and now every secret organisation, Hellfire included, is giving any attractive redheads intense scrutiny," Emma laughed. The Black Widow was the best spy in the world, but being world famous didn't go well with covert work.
"The project that made her is still ongoing, the Red Room Academy under the former General Dreykov. You said it yourself, being well known is bad for spies and he's done a lot to keep himself and his Widows hidden. An entire program with hundreds of Black Widows, all blank slates thanks to his programming," Kuro continued, making her freeze. "Only, he's not as hidden as he thinks. He's manipulating world leaders, politics, and just about anything else he wants to get his fat fingers into. Only, his secrecy works both ways because if a pair of enterprising people were to… say, I don't know, invade his Red Room and take him down…"
"The Widows would be theirs for the taking," Emma followed up. He said he took the Serum, and now he knew where an army of highly trained assassins were just… waiting for anyone to pick up. She could see where this was going and Shaw would certainly be more handleable with such a force at her command. Black Widows, with the Super Soldier Serum, all programmed to obey her and Kuro above all else.
Hellfire, and the world, would be hers to take. Kuro could counter Shaw, and with him under control such a force would easily cleanse Hellfire of his loyalists.
"What are the risks?" Emma asked.
"Dreykov is the picture of arrogance. Get this, he has a pheromonal lock that prevents the Widows from attacking him but that's… kinda it. The idea that anyone would find the Red Room or get to him without needing to go through an army of Widows never seemed to occur to him," Kuro explained with a snort. "I can get us there, right into his private chambers. Neither of us need to worry about smelling him since it only works on the Widows, and between you ripping open his mind and me handling any guards, we can have the Widow program under our control by tonight. Besides, in addition to his army of super spies, he has all the blackmail and intel he's gathered with them on his computer and get this… the password is just a ring he wears."
"...seriously?" Emma asked, baffled. The competence needed to be such a spymaster for so many years didn't exactly fit with what Kuro had described.
"My guess, years of never leaving the Red Room has given him one hell of a God Complex. Being only surrounded by super spies who literally can't deny him," Kuro shrugged. "He's spent decades building this empire, I doubt it'll take us an hour to take it over. That's the issue with having an empire with a command structure of exactly one. The closest he has to a right hand is just another Black Widow, the adoptive mother of the Black Widow, who helped him create the brainwashing tech he uses on all of them after Natasha went rogue."
A tiny part of her mind wondered where he got his 'widows', but she silenced it in an instant. She'd been clutching at straws with the recruitment of Kuro, even with her suspicions of his parentage, but this was exactly what she needed to make sure Hellfire fell into line. More than that, what could she do with an army of superspies at Hellfire's disposal? At her disposal?
She'd be able to make sure that nobody ever threatened Hellfire, her academy, or her again.
"And how do you know all this?" Emma asked, getting a smirk from Kuro.
"Come on, a guy has to keep some secrets you know," Kuro waved her off. Figures. "I'm going to do this either way, because if Selene is scheming something that involves me, I want the odds to be in my favour as much as possible and a legion of Super Soldier Black Widows sounds like one hell of a way to even the odds. But I'd just have them sitting around until I need them, and why not kill two birds with one stone?"
"I have to admit, you impressed," Emma admitted, biting her lip as she tried to think of any reason not to do this. Kuro could have underestimated the danger, but she was confident in her own powers and Kuro could get them out as easily as he could get them in. "When do you want to do this?"
The idea of ambushing Shaw with an army of Black Widows was too much to ignore. This wasn't just the solution to her biggest issue, but an answer to any possible problem that could possibly follow her. The White Queen of Hellfire, with her personal, undyingly loyal force to keep the rest of the club loyal and obedient?
It would give her the tools to be the most powerful, and longest lasting, Queen Hellfire had ever had. Selene didn't count, as despite holding one of the seats, she was eternally absent.
"Depends. Do you want to have some fun beforehand, or after we steal Dreykov's life's work?" Kuro asked with a cocky smirk.
"Oh, after, darling. If you're right about even a quarter of this, we'll have plenty to celebrate," Emma purred.
"Then why waste time? I'm ready when you are," Kuro replied simply, moving her legs from his lap as he rose and mock-stretched, summoning his sword and resting it on his shoulder as he offered her his hand. "Ready to become the most powerful woman in the world?"
"I was born ready," Emma challenged, taking hand. She was utterly unsurprised when he pulled her in for a kiss, but their surroundings swirled and as he broke the kiss, she blinked and looked around. "Where are we?"
"Right now? In the clouds, high above Saint Petersburg. The Red Room is a mobile aerial platform, which is how he avoids detection. If you mean 'where is Dreykov?'. He's fast asleep in that room. He's had a long day of plucking at the strings of the world and is dreaming away of whatever ancient Russian ex-generals dream about," Kuro mocked as he gestured for her to follow. Despite his cockiness, she could tell he was taking this seriously as he scanned the room and went first, sword in hand.
True to his word, General Draykov was exactly where he said he'd be. Deep in his sleep, his mind provided exactly no defence against her telepathic probe. Confirming everything Kuro said about this facility, she let her probe become a full mental assault as his eyes snapped open and he let out a silent scream, his feeble mind being shredded with zero pity from her.
The man was a monster, and she didn't say that lightly given that she planned to take over his entire operation for herself. More than anything else, he was immensely arrogant in a way that reminded her of Shaw too much for her to pity him as she tore his secrets from his pliant mind.
Kuro was even right about the ring. The biggest intelligence network in the world, locked behind a piece of gaudy jewellery. The closest he had to an actual defence was his own daughter, 'Taskmaster', who was nearby watching battle footage, but much like every other mind she could sense, even his daughter had been put through the brainwashing that made their minds so prepared for Emma's telepathy. They had all been through the same anti-telepathy training as the Black Widow the world knew, but Dreykov had laid all the foundations needed for someone smarter and more powerful to take his empire from his hands and turn it into something truly magnificent.
In his mind, she could see the world leaders and business titans he had under his thumb, as she calmly took his ring and looked at it in disbelief. He truly never even considered that anyone besides him and his Widows would ever come into this base. This was the key to his entire empire, because the computer he used to give missions to every single Widow had exactly one layer of defence and they'd already breached it by taking his ring. She scoured his mind, convinced that there had to be more to it but… no. He truly was that convinced that he'd never be challenged here.
By the time she was done, Dreykov wasn't fit to wipe his own ass, if he had ever been capable of doing anything without ordering a Widow to do it for him, and she walked away with the knowledge that Kuro was 100% correct so far.
"Kuro, Taskmaster is in the next room down. I'm going to call her in, take her down," Emma ordered, getting a huff from him. She went to ask what was annoying him since this was his plan but he answered before she could.
"Ugh, she is not Taskmaster," Kuro muttered. "I'm going to enjoy this."
Kuro was an odd one, but she didn't comment on it in the moment as she summoned Antonia Dreykov to her father's office. She was prepared to mentally blast the woman if she proved a threat, but while her skills in mimicry were impressive… How do you mimic a Dhampir mage who is far faster than you?
Kuro moved too fast, and struck too hard, for even a Widow to counter him, striking the girl several times before he used golden chains of light to bind her.
"So, can you reshuffle her loyalties or should we do it my way? I can enthrall her, but her mind won't survive the trip," Kuro admitted with a shrug. Emma focused, because even with his words the woman wasn't trying to resist that much. She hadn't been ordered to, after all, and she was very much a tool at the moment.
Even his own daughter was entirely brainwashed into the perfect weapon, a special tool for taking down other Widows if they ever went rogue. Natasha's betrayal had made the fat general even more paranoid than he'd already been. Yes, they were resistant to telepathy but… she was stronger than that. A sliver of guilt passed through her mind before she smothered it entirely.
They were already weapons, all Emma was doing was making them her weapons. It was a kinder fate than leaving them under Dreykov's control. She was far less willing to discard her assets than he was.
Working on the woman's mind for a few minutes, Emma nodded to Kuro who dismissed the chains, Taskmaster rising to her feet and staring at them blankly as she awaited her orders.
Because Dreykov's arrogance had been so supreme that the idea that anyone else would be in this room, with this ring, had never occurred to him. To the Widows, one master was the same as any other.
So, all she had to do was nudge them over from obeying him to obeying her. As Kuro said, they'd have every Widow in this facility under their control before nightfall. Moving over to the computer, she placed the ring in and was once again baffled at such a half-assed security measure.
The tablet she gave Kuro to command some Hellfire assets was laughably more secure than the computer that contained the programs to command hundreds of super spies and all the information Dreykov had squirrelled away over the decades of scheming.
As she began to search through it, she couldn't deny that she was salivating at the sheer amount of blackmail and secrets she had just gained access to. The secrets of the global elite, exposed and laid bare before her. She could go over this for hours and barely scratch the surface, as she took control of the flying base. It was too dangerous to bring it to America with S.H.I.E.L.D and their helicarriers but she could move it to somewhere that Fury and his organisation had no reason to be, and she had access to her own teleporters to come and go as she pleased. How Kuro had found this was a mystery, but with the sheer power at her fingertips it wasn't one she cared to dig into right now.
"Having fun?" Kuro asked, watching her scour the massive database. Dreykov had agents active in every country, working under the noses of their three-letter agencies and even S.H.I.E.L.D and Hellfire, and now they were all right there, ready to respond to her orders.
"You have no idea, but it's not fair that you sit around watching me go through these… oh-so-boring files, is it?" Emma teased, crooking a finger at him. Grabbing him, she pulled him directly behind her. "I fear I'll be here for a while, darling, but I wouldn't want you to get bored. Luckily, I'm quite the multitasker."
As she spoke, she pressed her ass back against him with a smirk over her shoulder as his hands rested on her hips.
"I'll do my best to help you fight off the boredom, boss," Kuro saluted mockingly, undoing her belt and slowly peeling her trousers down, her thong going down to her knees with them. Her corset didn't last, shamelessly cut rather than being undone as he tossed it aside. Normally she'd complain about the price of her designer clothes but given the gift he'd offered her, she'd forgive him this once as he kissed her neck, one hand between her legs and the other caressing her breast.
"Don't be shy on my account, darling. Drink away," Emma purred, feeling his fangs brush against her neck. He chuckled into her flesh before she felt that familiar feeling of his fangs piercing her flesh again. In truth, it'd been on her mind since the first time he'd fed on her and her moan was not faked. Especially not when he thrust into her at the same time, taking her from behind as she bent over the desk.
She'd planned to keep going through the files as he had his fun, a reward for such a hard-working right-hand man. That plan went out of the window instantly. She was no blushing virgin, unused to a man's touch, but nothing, from man, woman or her own hand, compared to the sensations that Kuro inflicted on her the moment he was inside her.
One hand tweaked her nipple, teasing it gently as the other played with her clit, each rub sending a wave of unexpected pleasure through her, with an intensity that no toy could compare with. She knew Kuro had some magic tricks for this, but feeling it firsthand was another matter entirely as she moved her hips back in time with his thrusts, gripping Dreykov's desk for dear life as Kuro plundered her from behind.
It occurred to her that she still hadn't informed him about his fertility, and why it mattered for the mutant race, but the idea of having him pull out slipped her mind entirely as she moaned lewdly.
…this entire facility was full of highly obedient women. She knew Draykov had removed their wombs as part of the Black Widow training program but surely with magic, that wasn't such a big deal? If it could be solved, she'd just gotten an army of attractive women for Kuro to breed new mutants into.
"Antonia, strip," Emma ordered between pants and moans, watching the scarred woman calmly strip nude without a moment of hesitation. Black Widows were trained for seduction, and Antonia hadn't avoided the same fate as the others despite being Dreykov's daughter, and scarred. "Kneel between my legs, I want you to suck on Kuro's balls."
Watching the woman move without pause, Emma spread her legs wider to fit the girl beneath her father's old desk, now Emma's, hearing the sound of suckling coming from beneath her as Kuro groaned.
Yes, she could get used to this.
– Kuro Tepes –
Cumming inside Emma, I grin as I pull out and Antonia immediately takes my cock into her mouth, sucking it clean as Emma pants against the desk for a moment before she straightens up. Emma is sweeter than I gave her credit for, because she was going to do something worryingly heroic before I had to do a little [Negative Emotion Manipulation] fuckery. Emma has all the fun emotions like greed, lust and ambition and they just needed a little nudge in the right direction. This isn't a mental thing, so it didn't trigger her telepathic skills because from her point of view, her decisions came from herself.
Sure, she felt a moment of guilt over the fate of all the Black Widows, but I just did it the other way. Increase her anger at Shaw, her lust and greed for power, while reducing her guilt and other negative emotions about this plan. My control has increased tenfold since becoming a God and this kind of subtle work doesn't need my full power, just my control.
"You mentioned the Winter Soldiers?" Emma asks, gathering her breath. Rather than dress, she simply kicks off her trousers and thong, staying nude as she gives me a hungry look.
I click my fingers, opening a portal to my realm and calling my super soldiers through. All five of them enter with entirely blank minds, and Emma pauses.
"You weren't kidding. Their minds are… non-existent," Emma agrees. "I can fix them, add in a new template that makes them less… robotic."
Considering I consumed their minds and souls with [Parasitical Touch], yeah I'd imagine so.
"Works for me. My control isn't quite as subtle or nuanced as yours," I admit with a shrug. "So, ready to make some Super Widows and really ruin Shaw's day?"
"I'm ready to ruin his entire life," Emma admits with a scowl that is downright sexy. "How many doses of the super soldier serum do you have? Replicating it won't be easy."
"Ah, but that's where you're wrong. Look up Melina Vostokoff on your fancy new computer," I say, watching her do so. "Meet the genius behind the brainwashing program, and also a Black Widow. We have all of Dreykov's resources, my powers, and Melina's intellect. For added incentive, she's also the one who would, eventually, make a counter for her own brainwashing so we need to get her under control before she decides she doesn't like the change in leadership anyway. Dreykov gives her leash more wiggle room than most Widows."
"Something I intend to correct," Emma says, as I stoke the fires of her anger at the idea of someone removing her new toys from her grasp.
So, what do you get when you take Black Widows, and dose them with Super Soldier Serum and the Sacred Herb of Wakanda?
I have no idea, but I can't wait to find out.