#evil wins

[numbers-31]

If Satan is such a loser then why do all the mainline protestant churches allow gay marriage and trans pastors? Why does the pope permit his priests to bless gay couples? Satan won a long time ago.

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Draco Deus

Summary: A 'What-If' arc where Dark Spector is defeated...just not the way everything thought. And things aren't about to get better.

The ground where Dark Spector once stood laid scorched and smoking, the aroma of sulfur and wispy bits of ash wafting on the upswell of wind that heralded the Ranger’s final ascension. His silky uniform, now a deeper viridian green, glittered as if covered in scales with every shift of lumbering muscle, the silver sheen of Gridlight veins pulsating like active lightning. A fang-lined visor that shifted in shades of red like a stoked furnace obscured his features, yet the slight tilt of his glossy helmet was more ominous than thoughtful.

Overwhelmed and exhausted from the onslaught of battle, no one could make sense of what happened, only that the territorial, psychotic son of a bitch had just made good on his promise (warning), obliterating Dark Spector in a brilliant blaze of light and guttural screams of disbelief. And because the universe insists on balance, it naturally filled the vacuum left behind a new super-powered ruler of evil.

Once again, Lord Drakkon was on par with a god, a designation he always claimed as his destiny. Not only did he wield the Dragon and White Tiger coins, but the might of the Morphin Grid, the clawed tendrils of his will consuming and devouring the remaining Good.

The surviving Rangers’ morphers crackled, splintering into crumbling slivers before the links to their power severed as the Dragon God approached them. Every clip of his boots distorting the energy field around him, his own aura palpable like a gathering stormfront. Time itself seemed to shutter and skip.

Hands clad in midnight leather gloves swept in a grand arc before the elaborate gold shield that erupted with deadly horns from his shoulders. When the tyrant spoke, his voice was low, calmly assured…

“A new deity rightfully reigns, my darlings.”

The eerie veins of light grew brighter, slithering about his limbs with growing power.

“It’s time to remake my world, but I’ll do it here…in the Prime Universe.”

Promethea was leveled, its tech and secrets under new ownership. The Command Center was gone, taking Zordon and Alpha with it. And constructed at the heart of Angel Grove, just as in the Coinless world, his immense tower with its golden dragon emblem piercing the sky, shifted into existence with a snap of his fingers.

He selected those who would become ‘family’ by hand, culling them one by one from the crowds they couldn’t hide themselves in. No defense held him at bay when the Dragon God could merely point, and they would materialize before his throne.

Drakkon recreated his closest circle, those who were once almost-friends and lovers, the ones who knew him intimately. Then, there were the ones he laid claim to, for one reason or another, but mostly because a deep sense of ‘mine’ pervaded his thoughts at the mention of their name.

The others…banished, cast out to a distant star system on one of the few hospitable planets, and only remaining alive because he kindly decided to bequeath mercy of a sort.

He sat at the head of the leviathan oak table in the banquet hall, idly swirling a scarlet wine in a crystal chalice, a formality really, as he required neither food nor drink to sustain him. It was for the atmosphere of the occasion that he held it, the light from the chandelier reflecting from his visor. A string quartet played though no band could be seen.

Gathered along each side were his chosen ones.

They were all dressed in elegant formal attire, dressed appropriately for the evening meal. Intricately decorated venetian masks, uniquely designed and adorned with the wearer in mind, covered their upper faces. Some had colorful feathers or paint, jewels, gold filigree, lace, or velvet. Silk and leather gloves laid upon their laps under linen napkins.

At Drakkon’s right sat Ranger Slayer Kimberly Hart, costumed as a crying angel in dark pink and black, her full skirt brushing his knee below the table. On his opposite side, the older Jason Scott was seated, his posture perfect in an ebony-colored military jacket over a blood red dress shirt, the mask perched across his nose resembling a feral beast.

Of course, the other, older former Rangers had a place at the table. Trini, in a mockingly sunny yellow gown, sat across from Zack, who wore a suit in black-on-black. Further down were Farkas Bulkmeier and Eugene Skullovitch, who like the Black Ranger had been freshly resurrected from a deformed lava state. For these two, whom he begrudgingly grown a measure of appreciation, Drakkon selected dark purple and a burnet orange.

But the Dragon God did not limit himself to only those experienced with his regime. The younger Prime Jason Scott sat beside his traumatized doppelganger, his fancy costume scarlet edged in gold and wearing a mask created to resemble death. Why not add the innocent twin of his treasured battle strategist/pet?

He chose Kiya, decked in blue, and Scorpina, boasting a gold, bejeweled corset, because he enjoyed a feisty spirit.  And at the end of the long table, in bright red velvet, Grace Sterling, was looking at him from behind the guise of an owl.

Drakkon sighed contentedly under his helmet, considering the people assembled around him. He turned slightly to address the elder Jason, who, like the others, wore a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Rage simmered there as his hands went through the motions of dining on the rich, flavorful pheasant and gravy.

‘I fucking hate you, asshole! I knew we shouldn’t have trusted a conniving monster like you!’

The tyrant could hear the thought whispered behind those of Jason’s mask, which continued to hiss its special poison into his mind.

‘You all knew what I really was, pet. A leopard doesn’t change its spots, does it?’

The other man’s eyes minutely widened in horror as he struggled to lift his gaze from the food on his plate.

‘Wha…’

Drakkon rolled his wrist and the mask fell silent.

‘I know everything… There’s nothing any of you can hide from me now. Your minds are no longer safe.’

He nodded once and the enchantment lessened enough for Jason to control his head. Swiftly, the creepy grin was replaced with a rabid snarl of fury.

“You goddamn motherfucker…” he started venomously.

Drakkon tapped a finger on his chalice, and the former Red Ranger’s voice became rough and strained, cutting his insult abruptly short and feeble.

“Careful now. You know I have a nasty temper,” he chided. “And terrible impulse control.”

Another simple tap.

Jason cleared his throat, the taste of greasy fowl coating his tongue and making him nauseous.

“I didn’t think you could actually do it!” he spat. “I just hoped it was more of your narcissistic grandstanding bullshit!”

He tried to fight the lifting of his arm to sip at the wine in his glass but failed. Unless he wanted to wear it, Jason had no choice except to drink the aromatic liquid.

Sputtering, he shook his head as the glass lowered back to the table.

“You’re getting your rocks off on all this control, aren’t you, you loony fuck!”

Drakkon only chuckled softly.

“Isn’t this nice though, Jason? Good food and wine…the company of friends…expensive clothes,” he purred. “Luxurious accommodations that are far better than Deadlock, I’m sure.”

He settled his chalice on the cream-colored tablecloth.

“You were wondering why I didn’t put you in another cage. I heard it when we dressed for dinner,” he murmured, reaching out to tap the front of Jason’s canine-esque mask. “I don’t have to be in the immediate vicinity to get inside. I’m already there.”

Drakkon reclined back in his chair, studying the other man’s tense features. Beside him, the former Omega smiled as he dined, his eyes equally furious and fighting the Dragon God’s control.

“Would you prefer to be locked up again? You and your ‘sweet self’? Recreating Deadlock wouldn’t be any more difficult than another snap of my fingers.”

Jason’s face tensed.

“Leave him out of this…”

‘How did you do this?’

Grace Sterling’s sharp thought intruded forcefully, the scientist picking up on the tyrant’s ominous new ability.

‘Dark Spector was the supreme entity of evil. Yet you managed to destroy him. Tell us how!’

Drakkon’s helmet swiveled in her direction at the end of the table, where she was unwillingly making light sounds of laughter at something witty Eugene had uttered under his own mental duress.

Slowly, he hefted himself from the table, purposefully moving along behind his ‘family’. Gloved fingers brushed across the back of the older Jason’s shoulders, carding the thick hair of the Prime version at his side. The sound of his boot heels echoed off the marble floor.

“I’ll humor you, Ms. Sterling. You see, it wasn’t a matter of being more powerful than Dark Spector. Well, not at the crux of it.”

His fingertips traced the line of Scorpina’s spine, Kiya’s forearm…He playfully wound a curl from Trini’s updo around the end of his glove. When he reached Grace, he paused behind her, both hands settling on her shoulders as he gazed back down the table.

“Dark Spector was motivated to win by the desire of more power, to attain that which he’d never had before. His was an offensive fight.”

A tap on Grace’s bare collarbone and the others were able to pause eating and turn their heads to look at their new god.

“As far as I’m concerned, I was defending, in a manner of speaking. Preserving my territory and what was ALREADY mine. I had more to lose, more incentive to come out on top. And, let’s face it, this was my destiny long before Dark Spector. It was written in the Grid.”

No one spoke though they now had the ability.

“I have a vast knowledge of the Grid and how it functions. Everything that’s happened was foretold. I have taken my rightful place as have all of you…”

Ranger Slayer snorted hotly.

“Not by choice, asshole! I thought maybe, just maybe, you’d learned something! That you would be different because you knew what friendship and love were! I wouldn’t have saved you if I’d known you’d turn out to be worse than HIM!”

A chilly laugh as Drakkon reached up to unclasp his helmet.

“He made the same mistake he accused others of…underestimating my determination to keep what I’m owed. So cocky and arrogant, he didn’t even see it coming!”

From behind the Dragon God visage, a youthful, unlined face appeared.

“I waited…all this time. And now I have everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Tommy Oliver, the new Lord Drakkon, the vaunted Ranger deity grinned, showing all his teeth.

“Don’t worry though, darlings. I’ll take much better care of you than he did…”

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[ilivemydreamsthere]

Be mime good girl

This is second part where reader is Profesor on school of good and have real big thing for Dean of school of evil.

Warning: smut , praises ...

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It had been nearly a week from your last meeting with Lady Lesso. You had been feeling very low. Mostly cause you felt like all of it was just your fantasy and she didn't wanted you. You weren't even dean just teacher. Teacher most of your colleagues didn't respect cause you wanted to teach heroes more then look good. Heroes should have kindness, companion, empathy ,love and be brave not just look good like sick dolls. Your class had been mostly out on air. Like one who was just now getting go it's end. 

"How this will help us to fight the evil ?" One of students speak up and you smiled. 

"Rather tell me would good exist without evil and would evil exist without good?"  Your students seems to be shocked but when you hear clapping and noticed who is leaning about nearby tree your eyes widen. Lady Lesso!

"I wouldn't not tell it better. Cause true be told we need each other," She said to your class but her eyes was pointing right at you. 

"Class dismissed!" You spoke up and wait till everyone leave and then you finally looked at her. You slowly come closer. She took your hands slowly in hers and you looked up to her eyes.  

"I love your eyes " You spoke more likely let it slip and she chuckled.  

"Oh yes?and what else ?"  You wanted to ask what happened to poor boy who interrupted you week back but when she spoke like this you shivered slightly but get on your tiptoes and whisper against her neck and ear. 

"All of you and I want it. I want you " Your own voice sounds breathless but you said it. She slowly looked at you. Your eyes meet hers and you could see something shifted in her and she did tourn you against the tree and kiss you hard on your lips and her hands cupped your face and moved to press closer you. You let out shaky moan but it get lost in kiss you shared. You did put your arms around her neck and you feel so happy that the tree is behind you and she press you to it. Cause your knees went weak from the kiss. 

You could feel the touch of her hands moving slowly down on your shoulders and arms to remind for moment on your hips and one of her hands touch your leg and you slowly put it around her waist and she seems to be getting even more excited as you. Your a bit shaky hands touch opening of her shirt.  Then your eyes meet again. 

"You are so hot " she whispered and you giggled little but then you moaned when you felt her kisses on your neck and her hand on your inner thing.

"I am not kidding " she spoke to your neck "hot heroe and just mine …." She spoke quietly and when you wanted to answer she just fight right place to rub gently and you moaned softly. For once you had been so happy that you chose a dress and not trousers like usual.  

"Your ?" 

"Hmm mine good girl " you blushed but kisses her with passion these little words flamed in you.  She smiled against your lips understanding you love these praise. You could feel her fingers moving up your inner thing and your eyes widen cause she pulled your soaked underwear aside and touched you. Real you with moan on her lips. 

"All ready for me " her voice make you shivered. Her fingers slowly circled your clit and you know this won't take so long. Not when you could say how wet you really are. 

"I …" you wanted to tell more but her skilled fingers make you close your eyes and moan for her. 

"Please "  You spoke up softly.  

"More?" You open your eyes meeting hers and nodded licking your lips and pull her for another passionate kiss and you could just gasp cause she slowly used her skilled fingers to penetrate you. Your head bumped over the tree. "Oh my goodness ' you whisper when she moved her fingers and kisses you with passion. It didn't take time to make you come like this. With her body pressing in you and her fingers deep inside you. 

You moaned and bite your lips hard to not be so aloud. She slowly picked up the moves and moved harder against yourself. You could feel being close.

"Be mine good girl and come for me ' it was all you needed.

"Next time I will make you scream " The promise stayed in the air and you shivered your body still all hot from orgasm which just approached you so easily. 

"Till next time ' she whispered kissing your neck and leave mark in there. "Be mine good girl "  

You were shivering when she make step back and your mind crosses crazy idea you took hand and fingers which was moment back deep inside you find way in your fingers and you could see how her eyes widen. 

"Bed after your last class yes?"

"Yes " you spoke up and before you could say more she just leave as she appeared. Quickly. You were sure your entire thoughts will be just about her entire class. 

[christiancageadvocate]

punchable but lovable

[emperorsfoot]

Glory be to Skelegod!

Our Overlord and Master.

The Master of the Universe!

[etherian-affairs]

The Hand that Wields It

When Adora awakens everything is wrong. She was in the northern reaches, fighting Catra, but now?

Pain pulses in her skull, and a dull red rage clouds her. An impulse to destroy that she doesn't want to follow yet feels she has no choice but to.

There's something restraining her. Metal hands clamped around her arms and legs. She's on her knees. The Sword of Protection is being held in her hand by yet another mechanical limb. She looks to it, straining. Her head hurts so much. There's something on the back of her neck and that hurts too.

The sword is wrong. The guard is covered in angular Horde tech. Piercing into the red stone and the veins that emit from it. That's not right. The swords stone isn't red...

"Infection control routine test twenty-three..." She hears a voice... Entrapta? "Subject is awake, not immediately violent..."

"Entrapta..." Adora's voice comes out angry, a wave of hate and violence flows through her. She didn't mean for it to be that way but it's like there's something else in her. Something making her hate.

"Subject is speaking! New control methods already showing promising results! Hordak was right direct interface seems to be the key!" Entrapta's voice grates on Adora's head. She wants it to stop. Needs it to stop.

She-Ra roars and pulls against her restraints. Then electricity courses through her, from the back of her neck. Surging pain through her being. The sword is released and she begins to fall back to unconsciousness. She hears Entrapta make another note.

"subject attempted escape. Pacified by restraining bolt."

...

The next time she wakes the red haze is lessened. Her eyes open. Catra is standing before her, leaning in. "She's in there?" The Force Captain asks.

Entrapta's voice again. "Yes! We're supressing the infected code to let her keep some of her mental faculties! At current levels of corruption she should be conscious!"

"Catra..." This time when Adora speaks it's not filled with such rage and hate. It's pleading.

Catra wears a look of disgust for a moment. "Commence your next test. Let's try the sword thing."

"Commencing sword disconnect test one!"

The sword of protection is yanked from Adora's hand. The world goes black again.

...

She doesn't know how many more times she wakes up after that. It's never long. Entrapta checks her levels of awareness and then performs a 'disconnect test'.

Her brief moments of conciousness let Adora get a better idea of where she is. The Fright Zone, that's clear. Some sort circular chamber. She's always in the center of it. Robotic arms extend from the floor and ceiling to hold her. Her feet have since been restrained by some device she can't see on the floor itself too.

Entrapta is always behind her.

She can see, strangely, a bed to the side. And what looks like a door to a washroom. A hybrid of lab and bedchamber? Entrapta's room? Why would they keep her there though that doesn't make sense? Catra's?

...Adora's?

"Sword disconnect test number forty-five." There's a jolt as the sword is pulled from her hand. She doesn't black out this time.

"Oh! Oh!!! Ah! She-Ra form is remaining stable! Successful disconnect!" Entrapta sounds delighted.

She's still She-Ra. They didn't force her down this time. Adora suddenly starts to struggle against her restraints again!

Entrapta oohs. "Subject attempting escape. Firing restraining bolt, ending She-Ra state."

The electricity once more wracks through her. Pounding in her head.

She's gone again.

...

The tests get worse. They're playing with her head. Making her feel the violent rage. Making her be her again right after. Testing their control.

Adora has no idea how long this goes on but eventually she just gives in to it. There's no escape, every time she tries whatever is on her neck fires and ends her attempts instantly. She-Ra has lost, and they're just going to keep experimenting until she's dead by the loss of things.

Until one waking moment things are different.

She looks up, weak, broken, and sees Lord Hordak standing above her. He has an expression of disappointment and disgust.

She glances around, Catra is leaning against the wall behind Hordak. Her expression is unreadable.

Then Hordak speaks. "Former Force Captain Adora." His voice pulls Adora's eyes back to him. "Murderer, Rebel, Traitor."

Suddenly the robotic arms restraining adora pull her. Lifting her up straight, forcing perfect posture. Machines whir, what sounds like engines rev around her. More arms descend from above and below

"An argument has been made in your favor. That you can be of use to The Horde." Lord Hordak continues. Then turns to walk away from her. The arms are holding things. Metal frames, electronics, armor. "I have accepted this argument. So, be grateful, for today you begin to repay those you betrayed."

Then it begins. Around her chest the arms slam the first frame in place. They work fast and with strength to send echoing booms through the room. If they had been off by a single millimeter they would have seriously injured her.

She can feel the same happening all across her body. Cold metal pressed against She-Ra's own clothing, and flesh. Electronics being attached to the frames, armored plate above it all. Bolted and welded together around her, on her.

Then suddenly her arms are released. They fall to her sides, she gasps in shock.

Entrapta speaks from behind her. "Restraining suit is locked!"

It's not armor.

It's her prison.

Lord Hordak glances back, then heads around Adora. She can actually track him. She's not being held in place anymore.

Entrapta is there among a hive of computer terminals. Force Captain Scorpia beside her looking unsure of everything.

"Specialist Adora. Your community service awaits upon the battlefield." Hordak declares dismissively before walking through the chamber door.

Catra moves from the wall. "Come on Adora. Your friends have been trying to come see you for weeks, let's go say hi."

Adora looks at herself. She wants to say no. To fight back. Then Catra makes an addendum.

"Don't try to escape Adora. We'll just make the suit walk you to them then crank up the rage virus. Should let yourself enjoy this little bit of freedom." The cat smirks, then heads toward the door.

Adora follows.

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Throw back to looking evil as fuck always🔥