Thread: Wrecked on Apokolips {darkest_fate&Shadows}

The capture Kryptonian maiden needed not wait for long to find the answers she for which she'd been searching. A number of heavy footsteps could be heard in the near distance even without the use of ones superhearing. How many there were may be hard to tell at first, yet one seemed particularly forceful in the ways those heavy feet slammed into the ground with every step taken. They stopped right outside of the large metal door which lead into Kara's cell. Then a loud clang caused by the metal bolts being undone on the other end. Then the turning of the heavy metallic knob, as the door slowly swung up to reveal whom stood before it. What stood there was a familiar, if terrifying face. Not only for the rather grotesque nature of the male's peculiar body structure, but also for the world if not universe famous history behind that well known mug. Doomsday was known for having done what countless others could never accomplish despite of any bolstering on their parts. This was the face of the creature whom once killed Kara's cousin, the Earth based man of steel known to most as Superman. And while Kal-El may have returned from his trip to the other side, the impact left by the creatures slaying of the hero was felt by countless numbers. One of which, was responsible for Supergirl's current predicament. Ah, I see you're awake. Came the calm, yet commanding voice of another. The monster slowly stepped aside after entering the cell, thus revealing the true mastermind behind Supergirl's capture as Darkseid stood, reserved as always, while glaring toward Kara with those intensely calculating eyes. The ruler of Apokolips entered the rest of the way, before guards from outside closed shut the door behind them as per his prior orders. Looking the fallen superheroine over for a bit, Darkseid could see the remnants of her confusion, which seemed to amuse the tyrant who gave a simple smirk at the blonde's face. You seem a bit loss on what's been happening. Do not worry, I'm certain everything will come flooding back if it hasn't started already. Not that the details particularly matter so far as you're concerned. Darkseid explained slowly pacing around the specially prepared cell, arms folded behind his back as those heavy footsteps nearly echoed within the room, All you need to know is we're no longer on your adoptive home planet. As such, while I'm certain your companions have been hurrying to find a way of mounting a rescue, it should take some time before any hope of salvation can reach you. Calmly observing the Kryptonian prisoner for a few seconds, Darkseid's gaze then directed toward his 'associate' which had likely left Supergirl with a number of questions. Don't worry. He's not the original Doomsday. The original, in my experience, has been far too... chaotic, to control into such a docile servant. The New God clarified for Kara while almost idly turning his attention toward the items within the cell carrying on the conversation as if it were the simplest thing in the world while simultaneously appearing to weigh in their options, No, I've had my servants working on perfecting cloning of the monsters DNA for some time now. In the past, all I'd come up with were powerful, yet unstable copies. His intense eyes finally returned toward Kara, giving a rather wide, triumphant smile as he finished, Until now. Sure enough, the Doomsday clone had remained uncharacteristically in control over its originals seemingly natural instinct for destruction and death. Yet there remained a certain degree of unspoken hatred within those cold eyes as it stared at Supergirl. Memories. Of Superman. His race. Years of pent up aggression which only knew the outlet of death when it came to the original creature dubbed as Doomsday by Earth's heroes. The heavy breathing creature standing before Kara very much looking like a hungry beast on its masters leash. Confident enough in his ability to keep the clone under his control, Darkseid took a few steps closer while admiring his handiwork with a sense of pride in his work. I suppose you could say what you rushed into was a little 'test run'. Putting my pet up against the Kryptonian to see how well it could hold up in battle. The ruler of Apokolips noted his thoughts seemingly split briefly between the results of that 'test run' and the situation at hand, before refocusing himself fully toward Supergirl as the massive figure turned to face her with an amused smile. Stepping closer, Darkseid reached out a gloved hand, taking Kara's chin within those powerful fingers which could harm even Superman in their fierce grip. Gripping firmly enough to keep Supergirl from pulling or turning away, Darkseid's gaze started within her blue eyes before slowly drifting to explore along her lovely curves as he spoke, However. I'm never one to shy away from an opportunity. So upon your arrival, I decided on intervening in the hopes of acquiring you for my own entertainment. Both to further torment the Kryptonian at not being able to save you, but also for a number of more personal enjoyments. Whether Kara would catch onto what the New God meant or not hadn't particularly mattered. Darkseid would maintain the grip on her chin for a few seconds longer, before releasing and then slowly stepping aside. Stepping aside, to show the monstrous Doomsday glaring directly at the heroine while towering over the Kryptonian female. But first. Clone though he may be, I believe my pet has some pent up aggression toward your people which he'd like to let out through... somewhat less violent means. Darkseid explained with a widening smile glancing toward his 'pet' and giving a simple nod to signal its release from restraining itself. With a low growl, the Doomsday clone suddenly shot out an arm with a blistering speed which nearly matched that of Kara's cousins own movements. Only instead of delivering a punishing strike like the clone may have done for said cousin, Doomsday used his strength to forcefully pin the weakened heroine against the nearby wall of the cell. With her back held against it, the creature kept his powerful grip firmly in place against her chest. Not enough to cause any real harm, yet enough to assert its dominance as the monster moved in closer. Glaring down at Supergirl. His warm breath coming out in short bursts against her soft skin. His powerful chest only inches away of her own several inches lower. What would likely draw more of her attention, however, was even lower still. Lower, where the maiden of steel would soon feel the rather large bulge of the monster pressing upward between her thighs. Under her skirt. With the green trunks of Doomsday and her own undergarments being the only thing separating them as she felt what seemed like an unnaturally wide tip pressing into her panty clad nether regions. Surely this couldn't be the monsters cock. Not at this size. Yet if she were to crook her head enough to manage a glance downward, she would find that indeed to be the case. Now, there was little mistaking on what Darkseid intended on letting the monster do to her, as the tyrant watched with silent enjoyment of the scene playing out.