The Life and Lies of Leah G. (Patreon)

Written by HikerAngel

Commissioned by 10K

“LightHawk! S-sir! Sorry to interrupt, but there’s a pressing matter at the front door!” exclaimed Joel, the latest intern, as he burst through the door of the SuperEight team’s round table offices. Every hero shot him with annoyed side-glances—every hero but LightHawk, whose firm staredown reminded his team that Joel was a person deserving of respect, and that he was not beneath anyone.

The unambiguous leader of SuperEight stood tall from his chair, triangular chest branding his gilded Hawk logo which had become a symbol of hope for the huddled and frightened masses. Evil never slept, but neither did he. All of the heroes, despite their different backgrounds and philosophies, could at the very least rally around his sense of freedom and justice. There was a reason he was the most renowned and famous hero the world had ever known.

“Please, continue Joel,” he offered with an unrivaled warmth to his rich voice. Joel’s mile-a-minute mind was instantly put at ease.

Joel tapped a few buttons on his tablet and the live security footage was projected onto the biggest screen in the room. All eight heroes directed their attention to what seemed like a minor annoyance at best. The grainy feed depicted a clear angle of a girl, approximately college-aged, chatting up the man at the front desk. Her outfit looked as if gothic attire had been drenched in a bucketful of poppy, preppy colors. Bright blues and purples assaulted the eyes of the heroes as they tried to makes sense of the scene. Her single-shoulder crop top of showed a generous amount of tummy, the sports bra underneath covering more of her chest than it did. Her Lululemon tights hugged her curves from the waste-down, torn at the knees, and covered in more belts than a Final Fantasy character, ones which firmly secured a miniskirt. One of her Ugg boots tapped impatiently, signaling her growing annoyance at the receptionist who was consistently shooting down her attempts to get past security.

Then, as if flipping a switch, her face fell to that of sorrow, breaking out into sobs as she confessed. Her mood was just as schizophrenic as her outfit, it seemed.

“Fairfax, who is she?” LightHawk asked, knowing that if anyone would recognize the girl, it would be the superwoman whose power was literally to know everything. The rose-haired heroine squinted her eyes, her entire body tremoring subtly as she tapped into the breadth of human knowledge at her disposal.

“That’s… holy shit, that’s Leah Grant. She’s the daughter of Big Blast and Lady Admirable!” Fairfax exclaimed. “At least, that’s what several social media accounts from various clubs across the country are saying. Then again… some are claiming she’s some sort of… ghoul? There’s not a lot of information about her beyond that, it seems. Maybe she became a serious recluse after her parents had died.”

“Ghoul? What do you mean by that?” Lady Devil asked, her lengthy, forked tongue slithering out of her mouth to wet a stray hair and push it into place so it would stick. As the resident supernatural expert—being part demon herself—a ghoul was a very real threat.

“Probably just a reference to her vast wealth,” Fairfax suggested. “Though… ugh, it's like… the specific references are being changed and deleted as they…”

“Nevermind all that. What she is isn't important,” LightHawk reiterated, trying to keep his team on track for the target at hand. “The importance lies in her motivations. What is she here for?”

“Well, I can’t answer you that. Perhaps she wants to join the team or something?”

“I doubt it,” The Luminary offered her insight, ever the deadpan pessimist. “Look at her. She just screams ‘uppity’. Whatever she’s here for, it’s not to help us. She wants something.”

“Hey, leave the insights to me,” Fairfax quipped, prompting an eyeroll from The Luminary.

“Ladies, ladies, please. You’re both beautiful. E-especially you, Fairfax,” Remarkigirl remarked, unable to contain her rampant lesbianism. Fairfax blushed, The Luminary rolled her eyes again.

“C’mon, y’all. Be professional. I can’t hear this lady talk over you ladies yappin’,” Silver Streak interjected with his southern drawl. Even though they didn’t appreciate his choice of words, the chatter died down accordingly.

The receptionist, nearly brought to tears by the story of her dead parents’ final wish to have her meet her heroes, regretfully had to inform Leah that she still couldn’t be admitted. He knew his job was on the line for even the slightest exception, much as he wanted to make one. “Look, I-if you place your name here, I’m sure I can get this story up the chain of command to the heroes and next week they could possibly—“

Once more, her tone changed completely, her face contorting to that of complete and utter annoyance at not getting what she wanted. “Ughhhhh, I don’t have until next week to get new pets for this party! “Like, I should’ve fucking knoooown that I couldn’t trust anyone but myself to get this shit done. Just fuckinngggg… idk, start bashing your head against the hardest surface in front of you. I’ll handle this shit myself.”

As if her words were the gospel of God, he suddenly did as he was told. Without any semblance of resistance, he began to slam his face into the granite counter before him, the mosaic of salt and pepper grays becoming stained with an encroaching red. The entire team of earth’s mightiest heroes watched in horror as the man continued the horrid act, his body only slowing due to brain damage making it harder for his mind to order his spine to continue to execute its commands. The haunting crack of his skull breaking was added to the consistent tempo of brutality; Even if, by some miracle, it didn’t shatter before the counter did, the heroes knew he’d just find another surface to continue the agony. He pulled his head up one final time, strings of fleshy blood still attached to the counter like melted cheese from a freshly baked pizza. Blood trickled from his every available orifice on his twitching face.

By the time the heroes recovered from the shock of it all, the man was functionally braindead. Leah was already making her way up the stairs.

“S-s-SuperEight! Suit up!” LightHawk commanded, regaining his composure. If they were going to handle this threat, he would need to remain beacon of hope and inspiration as he always did, guiding his team to victory. She was the child of Superheroes, sure, no easy victory. But his team had faced tougher odds in the past and made it out without a single casualty.

“Silver Streak, distract Leah. Ensure that she doesn’t take another step closer to this room. Rebuilder and Remarkigirl, clear all the security personnel from this building, this is a tier 3 threat, they won’t be able to stop her. Lady Devil, take a Hell Portal to Assassinator’s room and activate him, we’ll need the full force of every hero we’ve got. Fairfax, stay here, keep Joel safe, and keep your comms open. We’ll need your guidance. Luminary, you’re both with me. We need to joint-effort contact nearby authorities to evacuate the area, Afterwards, as a group of three, we should be able to provide Silver Streak with crucial backup. We’ll all take her together once we’re ready. Stay on your feet and cover your ears if you see her talk. She appears to have some sort of latent mind control.”

Everyone nodded, immediately getting to work with their assigned tasks.

Leah found herself swarmed with a speedster like a mosquito buzzing around her head. Any other person would’ve been frightened for their life, but the preppy, uppity girl just sucked her teeth in annoyance. “Go awaaaaay! So annoying! You’re not even popular enough to warrant my time! You have no stage presence. If I made you my pet, no one would recognize you because you never slow down enough for normal people to see!”

Silver Streak was so baffled he actually slowed to a stand still. “The fuck’re you even talking’ about girl?”

Instead of answering him, she saw an opportunity to attack. She held her left hand up, palm forward, aiming towards Silver Streak. A massive, fuckoff beam of energy erupted from the open face of her hand, engulfing everything in its path, though only managing to hit the afterimage of the speedster as he effortlessly dodged three feet to the left, stopping only to taunt her with a fake yawn. She responded with another blast from her right hand, which he once again responded to with a simple dodge to the left, this time offering her a competing hand gesture of his own with only one finger extended.

The two competing supers continued the song and dance, Leah adjusting her angle and method of attack only for Silver Streak to dodge all the same. He could simply perceive time slower if he so chose, Leah seemingly had no chance of tricking him. Any moment now, the rest of his team would arrive and deal with this threat and he could go back to his fifteen step plan of hitting on Lady Devil. He was already on step five and she seemed to reciprocate some of his advances. She was a feisty tomboy and—what else could he say? He had a type.

“Look, just give up! Y’can’t catch me with blasts that are only the speed of light,” he taunted, shrugging his shoulders. Her response was to fire another blast in his expected direction, which he once again dodged.

“Shut up! I so totally can catch you! Just watch!” she insisted, once again raising her hand and aiming for him.

He sighed as time slowed around him, growing bored of an opponent who seemed unaware of the definition of insanity. He wanted to speak, to mock her further, yet could find no words He watched as the beam from her fingers creeped forward like a snail, pausing to cut a jig before walking safely from the range of the—

Then the beam, in spite of the laws of physics and what was understood about light itself, sped up and clipped Silver Streak. Time returned to normal as he screamed in pain, his left leg was a bloody stump up to the knee, three of the fingers on his right hand were missing and the entire heel of his right foot was cleaved off.

“F-FUUUCK! Jesus, God, Christ in heaven!” he screamed in agony. He tried to focus and slow time around him, but the pain of actually being hit by an attack for the first time in his life left him unable to direct his attention to much else and merely prolonged the pain further. His scream immediately drew the attention of LightHawk and Remarkigirl’s super hearing.

“Told ya, moron,” Leah said, as if it was obvious that one of her attacks would casually break every convention of reality that Silver Streak was familiar with. She powered up another beam, ready to finish off the annoyance once and for all.

Then Remarkigirl jumped in front of Silver Streak, using her body to shield the downed speedster from certain death. Instead, the blast pierced straight through her body, coating the surrounding hallway with her viscera as her lower torso and the entirety of Silver Streak was obliterated from existence.

“FUCK! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Leah shouted, stomping her foot in anger, her furious gaze staring down the dead eyes of the heroine plastered on the ceiling. “Remarkigirl you stupid bitch! You were one of the supers I wanted! Now I have to settle for sloppy seconds or some shit…”

She whipped out her phone and began tip-tapping away, googling the other remaining members of SuperEight to gauge their popularity with the 18-23 demographic even as said remaining members were rapidly closing on her position.

“Fine, I guess I have to settle with Lady Devil and The Luminary,” she added with an eye roll.

“Over my fuckin’ dead body!” Replied Lady Devil as she popped from a portal behind Leah to deliver a fiery punch to the girl’s face. A portion of a shield of pure energy manifested, matching the contours of Leah’s face, which protected her perfect skin from the attack. Lady Devil grunted as she fought off the pain of her fist’s collision with the impenetrable layer of protection, the shape of Leah’s pointy nose replicated on the topography of the shield appearing to break two of the demon girl’s fingers.

She retreated into a portal and attempted another angle of attack, only to find that all parts of Leah’s body were thoroughly protected by the same forcefield. Assassinator would also discover this fact on his own, as his many robotic limbs and their many attached knives, saw blades, flame casters and tasers were blocked by multiple instances of the manifested shield. It seemed to visibly appear around her body based on proximity of attack, as if it were always there, just not visible to the human eye. The machinated hero continued to attack with breakneck precision, with added attacks from Lady Devil sprinkled in. Despite this, Leah didn’t even have to budge to shield the attacks.

She lazily responded to Assassinator’s endless dedication to attacking with a casual blast that reduced him into nuts and bolts despite him being made of far more complicated machinery.

Rebuilder arrived late, only to find his body riddled with Assassinator’s shrapnel. Normally, this would prove no big deal. He was known for being able to reform his body from a single atom, potentially even a single quark, yet a brief blizzard of bolts treated him no different than any other human. His body collapsed forward, further embedding Assassinator’s remains into his body. And with that, another member of the unstoppable SuperEight was very much stopped. Leah’s attacks simply did to people what she wanted them to do. 

Lady Devil dipped into another portal to escape, but Leah grabbed onto the demon’s tail and refused to let go.

“Nuh uh! No you don’t! You’re going to be a good little doggy and come with me!” She commanded. Despite her frustration, she didn’t use the same voice she used on the security guard to control him. It was as if she wanted this to be a challenge for her. Leah made it halfway through the ovular portal before it closed on her, the force of two dimensions attempting to crush her as her shields went into overdrive to hold back the rift closing. Lady Devil screamed as her forked tail was torn in two, running behind a nearby pillar of ancient demonic ruins to catch her breath and regrow her tail.

Whether intentional or not, the demoness had succeeded in containing Leah, if just for a little while. The rich girl’s legs flailed uselessly in the human realm as her torso and left arm was sandwiched in-between dimensions, with her head and right arm firmly in the demon realm. This should have given The Luminary, LightHawk and Rebuilder plenty of opportunities to attack Leah, but her legging-fitted legs weren’t slouches in the damage department. The bottoms of her Ugg boots glowed with the same blue energy that her palms had, firing blasts willy-nilly which tore through the walls and ceilings of the heroes’ compound.

Despite Fairfax claiming to know everything, she didn’t seem to know where to put Joel so that a sudden Leah Blast didn’t completely eviscerate him off the face of the Earth. Her eyes looked at where the intern had been at one point with a thousand-yard stare. The trembling of her hand was the only part of her limbs that dared to move, even as the index finger was mere centimeters from her comms line. Her initial plan had been to call LightHawk for backup once she could confirm Joel was safe… Looks like he wouldn’t be getting that phone call anytime soon. Fairfax then looked down at the table in front of her, noticing that her organs were spilled all over it like a butcher’s table. The shock of the situation wore off, replaced with nothing but pain as she keeled over. For such a smart person, it certainly took her a while to notice that a stray blast had torn right through her stomach.

Meanwhile, the situation in the demon realm could potentially be turned around. “Oh god, oh fuck…” Lady Devil spoke, attempting to calm herself as she felt a panic attack arising. “Y-you’re good… Just stay calm. As long as you stick to the demon realm, you can beat her. S-stick to what makes you special…. St-stay calm… only you and your father can portal between realms. You’ll always have that on her…”

But her method of restoring confidence would backfire as Leah overheard her monologue. “Oh, you think you’re so fucking special? Just watch me surpass you, bitch!”

Her free hand gripped the fiery edge of the portal, the flaming reds slowly being overtaken by cotton candy robotic veins of blue and pink that seemed to overwhelm and corrupt the composition of the portal until it was a style of her own. This newfound LeahPortal then opened wider to allow her suitable passage into the demon realm, with her piercing gaze staring down the frightened demoness.

Lady Devil quickly opened up another portal to flee, hopping through to a random location on earth, only for a LeahPortal to open up on the other side and warp her right before the painted goth.

“Going somewhere, my little pet? Looks like you need to be leashed and taught a lesson!”

The Luminary and LightHawk arrived to a massacre in the hallway. The broad chested man’s trembling jaw swallowed a lump in his throat as his eyes bore witness to the inhumanity on display.

“H-how could… how did she…!?” was all LightHawk could utter. If the sight of dead people alone was enough to waiver his resolve, the Jackson Pollock painting of massacred teammates nearly made him puke. “Th-thirty years I worked with these good people. I redeemed them, I-I gave them a family when no one else would…”

“Hey! Focus up now!” the mage girl spoke, snapping her fingers twice. She too was heartbroken at the wanton violence, but knew that now was not the time to lose sight of the plan. “That Leah Grant bitch is still around here somewhere. We can still save the family we have left!”

Tough love was what LightHawk needed, she thought. He’s a great leader, but also a total softie. 

“You’re right, Luminary. We must remain strong in the face of adversity. Th-thank you.”

His confidence was heightened as the two heard a portal opening up behind them, yet subsequently dashed as Leah was the one to leave, wielding Lady Devil on a leash as if she were a dog. The demon girl’s legs were hogtied to her feet so she was walking on her hands and knees; and she had a muzzle adorned her mouth which covered her mouth and nose.

“Oh, nice, you’re right here, Luminary. And here I was thinking I’d have to go looking for you,” Leah spoke, readying herself to capture another superhero. LightHawk was stunned into silence by what he saw.

“You sick fuck! You massacred half of our team just so you could turn the women into dogs!?” The Luminary shouted in anger and disbelief.

“Hey! It’s not my fault you guys are so popular! I just want to bring some pets to this latest college party that people’ll actually recognize. I would’ve been gone by now if Remarkigirl wasn’t stupid enough to get herself killed.”

That ‘excuse’ only served to make The Luminary more enraged, the mage girl balling up her fists as blue clouds of pure intention magic thundered around her hands.

If LightHawk wasn’t overwhelmed with fear, he would’ve stepped in to remind his fellow hero how a foe this powerful probably couldn’t be beaten by raw strength and fury alone. Many of his greatest adversaries had become his most trusted allies just by taking some time to hear out their plights.

The Luminary wasn’t looking to make friends.

Her intention was clear, to blow this stupid bitch’s legs off so she could dedicate the rest of the day to slowly torturing Leah herself. Sure, the mage girl believed in LightHawk’s message of spreading kindness and compassion for even the most horrific people, but the sight of her deceased friends saw her worldview regress a little.

The Luminary’s powers were different from most, she didn’t rely on brute force or pitiful beams of energy to make her desires into reality. Instead, she cut out the middleman entirely and simply made her desires reality through her magical clouds of influence. The clouds feared her will, recognizing that it was absolute.

Unfortunately, when the mage girl’s sphere of influence intersected with Leah’s, the latter’s desires were far stronger and overpowered The Luminary’s wants and needs. The magic found itself overwhelmed by such powerful influence, quickly substituting a solution out of fear.

This solution was to turn The Luminary’s desires against her, everything below her knees erupting into bloody viscera as she fell to the floor.

Leah would’ve been pissed that her adversary’s magic would damage her goods, but considering she was going to make her pet walk on hands and knees anyways, this simply expedited the process.

Before The Luminary could scream in agony, she found her mouth muzzled like Lady Devil. Her hands and knees were wrapped in the same sort of malleable latex, with a tight collar wrapped around her neck which bore a leash for Leah to wield at her discretion. The mage girl desperately attempted to crawl away, much to her own pain and suffering. Her newfound nubs weren’t exactly cauterized, with only the thin layer of thigh-high latex separating the bloody stumps from the floor.

Both restrained women unleashed muffled pleads towards their team leader, but he felt powerless to save them.

Despite everything, LightHawk attempted to reach his adversary with words. “Leah, listen—“

“That’s Leah G., idiot,” she shot back, as if it mattered at the moment. Now it did.

“Leah G. Yes. My apologies,” he replied, still attempting to be cordial with how fast his heart was beating. “Is there any way I can convince you to set my team members free?”

“So, you’re in my way, then?” Leah G. replied. “Is that it?”

“N-not exactly. I simply think there could be a way that we both leave this situation satisfied. Wouldn’t that be preferable?”

“Meh, not really,” she replied with a shrug. “I already know what I want, and I’ve already gotten it. You’re either in my way, or you’re moving aside. Which one is it?”

“I-I simply think we all got off on the wrong foot here—”

Leah G. just rolled her eyes and fired off a blast before LightHawk could finish with his usual spiel. The hero quickly put his Gauntlets of Absolute Truth up to block his face, which to their credit managed to tank about 95% of the energy from Leah G.’s attack before dissolving into the ether. The remaining 5% of the energy was still enough to scorch his hands and knock him out cold, but that was good enough for Leah G., who was already running late for her party anyways and needed to change out of her blood stained clothes. Red was not in fashion this summer.

LightHawk awoke to wetness splashing in his face, which he quickly surmised was the blood of Remarkigirl. What remained of her head, arm and shoulders was laying in his lap, very opportunistic bugs and rodents were finding her superpowered organs to be a tough meal to consume, but they tried regardless. He floated above the massacre of his team, not wanting to desecrate their corpses any farther. His hands had healed, but the mental scar left by his team—his family—was a wound that would not go quietly.

Leah G… she was a superhero gone rogue. She needed to be stopped by any means necessary. LightHawk knew he couldn’t brute-force his way through to her, but every villain had a flaw. He knew his true strength didn’t lie in his ability to punch, kick or fly really well. His strength came from his ability to understand his adversaries. Based on how Leah G. talked, he had an inkling of what she might’ve wanted.

~

LightHawk feared nothing… at least that’s what he believed up until a few hours ago. After cleaning himself up and notifying his former team’s family members, he immediately dressed down to plain clothes and made his way to the Grant estate. If this plan were to work, he would need to waste as little time as possible. His heart pounded like a drum, increasing in intensity with every step he took towards the grand double doors that stood before.

If he died now, at least he died never compromising his beliefs.

He knocked on the door, only to be greeted with Leah G.’s butler. The man looked somewhat familiar, but LightHawk couldn’t exactly put his finger on who he reminded the hero of. LightHawk’s contemplation, however, only got him a confused look from the butler.

“Can I help you sir?”

“O-oh yes! I, LightHawk, am here to meet Leah G., is she here or did I miss her?”

“Mhm, yes, Master Leah G. is—“

“Hey, who the fuck is at the door? I didn’t order any food! Tell them to get lost!” came Leah G.’s voice from somewhere deep within the mansion. Then, she took a ‘Leah portal’ to be at the front door in a flash. “Fuck it, I’ll tell them myself. I said, get—“

She paused as her eyes fell upon LightHawk. Then her annoyed tone only increased in intensity. “Oh, what? You’re here for a rematch or some shit?”

“No, actually,” he replied, falling down on one knee and bowing his head before the college student. “Leah G., for proving definitively that you are the strongest being I have ever fought, I humbly submit myself to your greatness.”

Her face did a 180 in emotions, though unlike the previous ones, LightHawk could tell this was one of authentic surprise. His suspicions had been proven correct.

“Wait… seriously? Y-you… I… I didn’t accidentally brainwash you to do this or anything, right? Though I suppose if I did, you wouldn’t be able to confirm that, correct?”

“I suppose so. Leah G., you will simply have to trust the word of an Ancient Angel that what I tell you is true.”

“And why would that mean anything to me?”

“Because we Ancient Angels respect the traditions of our rules, ones that we believe to be passed down from a higher power. When we made first contact with ancient humans many millennia ago, our species made a pact that we would teach humans about techniques to improve their standing in the universe. If, in the future, any of them could successfully conquer the legacy Ancient Angel, then said Angel would pledge their eternal loyalty to the human. The test to see if humans could finally surpass their providers is now complete. It also helps that I find you extremely attractive.”

LightHawk’s mostly fictitious lore drop was littered with kernels of truth here and there. His space-faring species, known as the Ancient Angels, did indeed encounter earlier humans, who then based several religious concepts off of them, but there was never a sacred pact, nothing in his culture that called for any pledge of loyalty and she wasn’t even extremely attractive to him. An 8/10 at best.

Leah G. was so awestruck that she didn’t even think to question any part of LightHawk’s story. Her eyes lit up with an excitement never before seen on her face—the superhero assumed based on the youthful energy it was probably the first time she had ever done such.

“U-oh! Well! U-um… I was actually going to a college party with my new pets, but I would love it if you’d tag along!”

Lady Devil and The Luminary expressed muffled shouts of misplaced enthusiasm through tears of agony, believing that LightHawk was here to save them. Saving them would unfortunately have to wait. Instead, he bent down to pet The Luminary, ruffling his hand through her hair. “These are some really pretty dogs you have here too. I’d be overjoyed to tag along with you, Leah G.”

Leah G. blushed, giggling a bit at his flattery. “Aww, thank you, I picked them out myself at the superhero shelter.”

Well, that was a lie. A rather bold-faced one. One that didn’t even make sense in current reality. LightHawk was literally there when she captured and enslaved his fellow heroes. Was this some sort of sick test? One to see if he was willing to put up with her flagrant dismissal of reality?

Not only that, what did she gain by lying about some sort of nebulous “superhero store?” LightHawk had assumed she was taking his team-members-turned-pets to some sort of fucked up black market show. But she was taking them to a college party? Would college students buy the lie? The Luminary and Lady Devil were practically celebrities, with Leah G.‘s invasion of the SuperEight headquarters sure to make national news.

LightHawk only seemed to think up more questions and contradictions as he obediently followed Leah G. to the party in town. Her “dogs” didn’t even attract that much attention beyond disturbed glances, with most people drawn to the hero of hope that was silently trailing behind her like a lost puppy. Many speculations were thrown their way—that LightHawk was her new boyfriend or even slave.

There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to her responses, as her explanations literally changed from person to person.

“I’m actuallyyyy his new mentor. He recognizes my greatness or something.”

“Oh, these aren’t Lady Devil and The Luminary, just dogs who look a lot like them.”

“Yeah, duh, he’s totally my boyfriend, why else would he be following me around?”

“That’s right! These two so-called ‘heroes’ went rogue again and thankfully I was there to put them in their place. You really can’t trust the media these days.”

She just… lied to the faces of all these random people? Is she trying to sow confusion among the masses? LightHawk speculated internally. He had never met someone who treated habitual lying like some sort of Olympic sport. All he could do was aimlessly speculate at a possible motive.

Her attitude didn’t change much once she was amongst her “peers.” At least, LightHawk would’ve put quotes around the word. While most of the younger folks at the party knew her name, they didn’t say much to her beyond acknowledging her existence before turning their attention to the far more interesting accessories she had acquired. This didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest, as if she lived vicariously through whatever could make her the most interesting person in the room at face value. 

She continued to blatantly lie to the people at the party, changing her story every interaction, even if she had talked to the same person twice. 

But her audacious remarks reached the pinnacle as she caught a particular event unfolding that intrigued her. In a crowded corner of the room, Leah G. spotted the couple who was the center of attention, a live showing of two girls, both impossibly beautiful, who were scissoring each other in increasingly complex and intricate ways. While Leah G. clearly wanted the attention for herself, she seemed to take the wrong approach from it.

“What the fuck!? How come some girls get huge boobs and I don’t! So totally unfair! Pshh, not like it matters, I’ve already got ones at least three times as big as those, probably even bigger!” She bragged, not even waiting until the end of her thoughts before lying about them.

“M-maybe we should try to—” LightHawk started to suggest, only to be interrupted. He was finding his role as Leah G.’s conscience an unfulfilling position, but a necessary slog nonetheless. Alas, his job was about to become even harder.

“Whatever you’re about to say, I don’t care, I want a body that’s not only loved, but feared!”

Her desires were the world’s command, and her body morphed in tune to reflect it. Inches creeped onto her height in real time, evolving her clashing outfit into a desirable, sexy outfit. Somehow, her staggeringly perfect body made the look mind-bogglingly sexy. Her breasts, so inexplicably firm that they thrust proudly forward without the need for a bra’s support, pulled the hem of her skimpy top upward to bare a good two inches of smooth, sculpted stomach. Leah G. strode toward the dance floor on endless legs, supple hips rolling sensually. Why couldn’t she walk like a normal person anymore? Had her hips been bathed in ambrosia? Any sensible person would’ve claimed this to be an acceptable amount of beauty to stop at.

Leah G.’s sensibilities changed with the tides.

She seemed ultimately indifferent to any additional sensations as her exposed pussy evolved beyond ‘loved’ and into ‘feared’ Her puffy clit pulsed and angrily throbbed as it evolved, course-correcting from bean-shaped to a sharp polygon straight out of early 3D graphics. It looked like it could poke someone’s eye out if they weren’t careful. Her clit served as a warning sign on the entrance to a cave, as the pink folds of her labia showed hints of stalactite-like growths within her interior flesh. If someone’s orifice was somehow adventurous enough to conquer her dungeon of a pussy, they would be rewarded for their efforts with radiation poisoning from the unstable Thorium that coursed through her netherregions in place of blood.

“A-are you sure that’s the kind of vagina you want, Leah G.?” LightHawk asked, fearing he already knew her answer.

“What, you don’t like it?” she replied accusingly, raising a sculpted eyebrow his way.

“Not at all!” LightHawk shot back, masking his fear surprisingly well. Out of his entire power set, his ability to put on a confident face in the presence of overwhelming danger was proving to be his most valuable asset.

The “oohs” and “ahhs” of the growing crowd were substantial at first, but quickly petered out after Leah G. failed to capitalize on her little party trick. Beyond the sight itself, no one actually wanted to fuck her mace-head of a pussy—except for Stella, but that depraved little slut wanted to fuck anything that moved.

Leah G. was almost ready to call her little social experiment an abject failure, but her hopes were reignited as an unfamiliar voice called out to her.

“Oh, hey Leah, glad to see you could make it,” came a friendly, masculine voice from behind the two of them. Leah G. whisked around, excited that her girly gambit appeared to be paying off. Unfortunately, she was about to fall victim to one of the classic awkward situations.

The tall, handsome man was not in fact referring to Leah G. as he called out, but instead a girl amongst a nearby crowd—one Leah G. recognized all too well. The preppy goth used her positional advantage to claim her fellow Leah’s attention first.

“Leah H.” Leah G. said with disdain as if the peppy college girl before her was a mass murderer or cult leader.

“Oh, hi Leah G.!” Leah H. replied with love as if her namesake was a good friend with years of history to their relationship.

”Hey, uh, could you butt out, dude?” the tall man asked, annoyed at Leah G.’s antics and being friends with the H. variant long enough to know she wouldn’t be the one to speak up. “I’m trying to talk to my girlfriend here.”

Big mistake.

“Oh, so Leah H. is good enough to be your girlfriend and not me? Is that what you’re saying?”

The tall man felt more confused than threatened. “Uh, yeah? That’s kinda how being a girlfriend works. I don’t even really know you. Just because you share a first name with my girlfriend doesn’t mean you get the same status.”

“Um, maybe we should all just take it down a n—“ LightHawk attempted to suggest. He was quickly interrupted.

“Oh yeah!? Well, we’ll see how you feel about that after I give you the fucking of your life!”

A new crowd quickly formed, this time out of rubbernecking despair as Leah H.’s boyfriend found himself pinned down as his erect cock explored Leah G.’s alien netherregions. Neither participant seemed to derive any pleasure from the act as Leah G. unleashed grunts of feral anger and the boyfriend screamed muffled bloody murder as his sex organ was subjected to an iron maiden of pain and pleasure. A rising pitch of white noise was building exponentially as Leah G. aggressively grunted and thrusted, drowning out the screams of despair from Leah H. and other witnesses to the horrid act until it culminated in a violent explosion.

The boyfriend’s entire form was melted from the inside out as Leah G.’s boiling hot orgasm finished what her radiation and spikes had started, his body consumed by her before the concussive explosion deleted any resemblance of him off the face of the Earth. The party room now looked more like a war-torn slum than any sort of College establishment, with remnants of the closest gawkers to the incident smeared against the wall.

The air was sucked out of Leah H.’s lungs and she began choking on dust. There was an eerie silence punctuated by cries. The impact had thrown partygoers about, with Leah H. sheltering against a collapsed wall, shivering and hyperventilating. Had the orgasm been any closer to her, she would’ve been dead. Now, she could only wish she was. Dust and spunk caked the unfortunates’ lungs as they struggled for air. Stella was having the time of her life.

This release didn’t calm down Leah G. one bit.

Vibrating as she stewed with rage, she opened a LeahPortal and yanked LightHawk through the swirling pastels with her, leaving her pets behind to fend for themselves. Based on the gothic interior, the angelic hero deduced they were back at Leah G.’s mansion, more specifically, her bedroom. 

“GGRRRAAAAHHHHGH!!! Stupid Leah H.! Always getting in my way and ruining everything!” She stomped to the nearest chair and popped a seat in it, crossing her arms like a petulant child. “No one appreciates my presence! That boyfriend of hers would rather die than admit my pussy was far superior to hers! I’m always playing second fiddle to a basic bitch who’s lower than me on the alphabet!”

Leah G. nearly jumped out of her skin as a supportive hand rested upon her shoulder. LightHawk’s supportive hand. For the first time in a long time, Leah G. was at a loss for words. 

LightHawk had many words he wanted to say, or more accurately screams of agony, as her native forcefield was singing his hand like a cast iron. Instead, he said what she’d want to hear. “Leah G., I appreciate your presence. I appreciate it a lot.”

Damn, this lying stuff is easy. No wonder she does it all the time. He then said internally, trying to mentally recover from the seared flesh of his recently rescinded hand.

The preppy goth, however, bought every word hook, line, and sinker. This wasn’t just a life pledge anymore, this was an admission of love. The world seemed to briefly stutter as if it were no more than a computer’s CPU overloaded with Leah G. She attempted to start a sentence about fifteen different times before giving up, her body doing most of the talking as her nipples erected, a violent, angry musk filling the room.

“Does… this mean you want to cuddle?” she asked, her voice a strange cocktail of unsuredness and excitement. This was unusual for LightHawk, but it was straight up foreign territory for Leah G.

“Yes. I would like that very much,” replied LightHawk. His rich, deep voice sold the fib better than anyone else could.

Leah G. fled the scene, running into the nearby bathroom for a change of clothes. The pajamas she returned in were far simpler than the complex preppy goth fit she wore everywhere, composed exclusively of an oversized t-shirt and too-small panties that seemed ultimately pointless considering how her spiky clit completely bypassed any sort of tasteful sexiness that could have been achieved from them.

LightHawk just stood there like a misplaced coat hanger, unsure of what to do. “S-so what—“

“Um, what are you waiting for? Get in bed with me, idiot!” She then paused, shaking her head. “No, wait. That probably sounded really mean. Let me try that again.”

She steeled herself. “Would you please get in bed with me, idiot?”

“Thanks,” LightHawk replied, trying his best to sound authentic. If Leah G. wasn’t a mass murderer with little regard for human life, he could almost see her being redeemable in some crazy alternate timeline. She craved human connection, even if she didn’t understand how to get it or what it even looked like.

The two awkwardly crawled into the vast bedspread. LightHawk’s eight feet of height saw his toes nearing the foot of the bed, but that didn’t matter to Leah G. as she saw it as a challenge to rise above. 

The height-endowed hero found himself suddenly dwarfed as a strange, tingling sensation wrapped itself around his body, pulling him into a tight cuddle as if he were one of his many stuffed animal merchandised counterparts. He found his legs forced into a bend as the smooth, brush-like texture wormed its way around every facet of his burly body. He assumed that some aspect of her magical presence was making him go numb, but blue and purple streaks in his peripheral vision clued him in to what was happening. 

Her hair had grown. Not just grown, it had surged from shoulder-length to jungle-length. While usually a man few could match in size, LightHawk found his body inundated with an ocean of overgrown locks. 

“W-woah! Holy shit, your hair!” LightHawk exclaimed, the shock of the situation breaking his already fractured composure.

“Yeah, duh, how else am I supposed to be the big spoon?” she asked as if it were an obvious point to raise. “Now scootch over a bit, you’re totally hogging the bed!”

The hero did as he was told, though there was little bedspread left. 

This was all to say nothing of her shield, which had been steadily searing LightHawk’s skin. Were it not for his overworked healing factor and mastery over his pain receptors, he would’ve been screaming like a bird cooked alive. He needed an out, and as if God was looking out for him, he was rewarded for his persistence.

“Ugh, being the big spoon sucks! My arm’s getting all tired under you! How is anyone supposed to cuddle like this!? Ngh, tell you what, why don’t you just eat me out? I bet that’s what you’ve been craving this whole time, right?”

That wasn’t even dirty talk. It sounded like a genuine question, one which LightHawk was happy to answer if it meant he would be free of such agonizing confines. He let gravity assist his escape as he threw himself off the bed, quickly recovering into a kneel as Leah G.’s buxom body swallowed him with shadow.

“Alright. So? What are you waiting for? Lube? That’s what your spit is for,” Leah G. remarked, her legs swinging with boredom as they dangled off the side of the triple-mattress bed.

“D-do you think you could tone yourself down a bit?” LightHawk asked, thoroughly intimidated as he could feel the thorium radiating off of her body. He knew he was playing with fire by even suggesting such heresy, but his insides didn’t heal as cleanly as his outsides. “J-just back to your normal size?”

“What are you talking about? This has always been my normal size, idiot,” Leah G. lied. “But… I suppose you’ve embraced every other part of my life, I think I can dumb my perfection down a little bit this one time, just for you.”

She beamed with pride as if she had just single-handedly lifted a third-world nation out of poverty. LightHawk was so distracted by the incongruity of her emotions that he nearly missed her body taming itself, her pussy losing many of its dangerous flairs and coarse surfaces.

Yet the most surprising part of all was what she did next, deactivating the shield that encased her body. Somehow, deep within the recesses of her distant, apathetic mind, she recognized a potential avenue that would make the experience of being eaten out more pleasurable for both the receiver and the worker. More notably, with her defenses lowered, this would be his chance to strike. To finally rid the world of an irredeemable monster or die trying.

But first… well…

He couldn’t deny that her womanhood looked mighty appetizing.

Just a little taste wouldn’t hurt, right? He reasoned with himself, cheeks becoming flushed with angelic luster as he inched ever closer to the enticing muff of girlflesh before him. Even when diminished, her pussy was quite the challenge to overcome. LightHawk found his jaw dislocating just to breach past her spiky folds, barely scraping by with all his teeth intact as he conquered millimeter after millimeter of her cavernous womanhood. Despite how imposing her netherregions were attempting to be, the spikes of flesh and radiation was a nice change of pace compared to her shield.

Leah G.’s otherwise dull, unimpressed expression blossomed with emotion as she too fell into the flow of the passion. Knowing that this was a product of LightHawk’s own free will was enough for her to match the hero’s erotic enthusiasm, her breathing quickening as LightHawk showed no signs of slowing. Even though he was squandering his limited window of attack with every second he spent not killing Leah G. where she stood, he could not deny that this beat her shield searing his flesh or her evolving new ways to kill his team.

In a strange moment of collective catharsis, Leah G. and LightHawk were both happy, but all good things must come to an end eventually. She threw her head back and gave a quiet moan as she came, her toes curling as she became lost in ecstasy.

Leah G. sighed contently for what seemed like the first time in her life, rubbing her hand through LightHawk’s almond hair like a master to her pet.

“Wow, that… that was amazing. I-I didn’t know the pleasures of the flesh could mingle so well with one’s proof of loyalty… I feel… at p—”

Before Leah G. could finish her grand revelation, however, LightHawk unleashed the strongest, most destructive beam of laser vision he could muster. The preppy goth was eviscerated on impact, alongside the wall and ceiling behind her.

LightHawk collapsed, a wave of exhaustion overwhelming him as relief washed through his body like a tsunami, a river of girlcum spewing from his mouth. He had done it. Maybe he could’ve redeemed Leah G. if she were to continue down that path of pleasure, but that was simply too risky after the death and destruction she had caused.

He wasn’t sure how long he lay splayed out on the ground like a ragdoll, allowing the events of the day to properly process within his head. It was as if he were hungover without drinking any alcohol—not like any human substance of the sort had influenced his mind in the past.

“Fuck off. Get out,” came a hauntingly familiar voice from somewhere atop the bed. That woke LightHawk up from his stupor.

Somehow, someway, Leah G. had returned. Not only that, but it seemed as though any satisfaction she might’ve felt from LightHawk’s mouthwork had all but vanished. 

“Wh-” was all a confused LightHawk could get out of his mouth before Leah G. interrupted him.

“Fuck. Off. Get. Out.”

Unfortunately, the frazzled hero didn’t seem to quite comprehend the memo.

“B-but… how?”

“I broke out of heaven. Now shut up and get out before I make you get out. Just… leave.”

LightHawk’s mind was awash with disbelief, but eventually he did as he was told. He awkwardly brought himself to his feet and made his way through the winding corridors, past the frozen assets that were her “butler” and “maid”, and right out the door, back to his lonely life.

As soon as Leah G. was sure Lighthawk was out of supersonic earshot, she allowed a solitary tear to fall down her cheek. She had returned to earth because she was a being that existed long before God. She had returned to earth because God wasn’t real and neither was the afterlife, so she refused to die. She had returned to earth because LightHawk’s beam wasn’t strong enough to kill her. Whatever reason she could conjure up, it brought her no joy, even as she regaled her experiences to her servants and pets.

The only person to ever willingly submit to her was lying the whole time—and she believed it wholesale. Not even killing LightHawk could quench the malaise she felt at the moment. Nothing could. Getting everything she would have wanted—but at what cost to her psyche?