The transition from New York to Los Angeles was a blur of emerald light and electricity. With the Lantern's ring now bent to his magnetic will, Eron crossed the continent in minutes, carrying Diana in a trail of energy that military radars mistook for a meteor.
They landed in the Hollywood Hills, beneath the sign that still glowed with the promise of fame and dreams. For Diana, Los Angeles was not just a city; it was the greatest temple Aphrodite could desire. A place where beauty was the currency and desire was the only religion.
They didn't need auditions or agents. Diana walked down Sunset Boulevard wearing a white silk outfit that seemed sculpted from clouds. The effect was immediate. Traffic stopped. Men abandoned their cars and women forgot what they were going to say. Aphrodite's power within her acted like a high-powered radio signal, tuning every mind to the frequency of adoration.
— Look at them, Eron — Diana said, observing the crowd that formed at a respectful distance, fearing and longing for her gaze. — Here, they don't need marble gods. They create gods on movie screens. I want to be the greatest of them all.
Eron smiled, his hand resting in his pocket where the black and blue ring pulsed. He wore a custom-made dark suit that seemed to absorb the surrounding light, making him an imposing shadow beside Diana's blinding light.
— If it is adoration you want, my queen, you shall have it — Eron replied. — I will ensure that no one else shines in this city while you are in it.
They settled into a mansion in Beverly Hills that belonged to a movie mogul. The man offered no resistance; a single look from Eron made the metal of the house's silverware vibrate deafeningly, and the mogul handed over the keys before fleeing in panic.
Within days, the name "Diana" was in every newspaper. With no past, no lineage, she was the "Mystery Woman" everyone wanted to hire. She took a role in a major romantic epic, and on the film set, she didn't need to act. Every camera that focused on her seemed to come to life, capturing an essence that no other actress could simulate.
Meanwhile, Eron controlled the shadows. He didn't care for the cameras, but he enjoyed the power he wielded behind the scenes. He destroyed the careers of producers who tried to approach Diana with ulterior motives, causing the electrical equipment in their offices to explode or the metal beams of the sets to "mysteriously" give way.
— The city is yours, Diana — Eron said one night as they watched the lights of Los Angeles from the mansion's balcony. — All the eyes of the world are turned to this place. And all of them see only you.
Diana approached, her skin glowing with the soft light of the moon and the essence of Aphrodite. She felt the devotion of millions flowing toward her, feeding her new divinity.
— I feel their desire, Eron — she whispered. — It is sweet. But none of them have the strength you have to hold me.
She kissed him, and the energy between the two caused all the lights in Beverly Hills to flicker simultaneously—a sign that Hollywood's new gods were here to stay.