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The Guild of Gamers: The Nightmare by The Dark Wolf Shiro

Cartoon X-overs & Justice League Unlimited Xover Rated: M, English, Adventure & Horror, Words: 121k+, Favs: 3k+, Follows: 4k+, Published: Jul 27, 2022 Updated: Feb 17

2,048Chapter 13: A Hero's Welcome

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my original characters and works; all other characters and worlds belong to their respective owners. I'm just playing with them.

Betad by Marethyu, Beans, Priapus, Mike God of Lore

The Guild of Gamers: The Nightmare

Chapter 12: A Hero's Welcome

– Markus Gray (Legion) –

My vacation had some unintended side effects beyond giving me some brilliant inspiration for future games. Firstly, my system might have been disconnected from me but it was still gathering fear at an admittedly reduced rate since Neo was doing most of the work.

This means now that I've reconnected it, I immediately got a bunch of updates from my 'grinding'.

[The Vermin Lord] - Upgraded

You have the ability to control a great variety of beasts within your range, sensing their presence, commanding them telepathically, sharing their senses and even possessing them. In addition, you are completely immune to disease.

Creatures: Rodents, Insects, Corvids

Range: 100 Miles

[Nightfall] - Upgraded

Cause a vast area to grow incredibly dark and covered in an extremely thick fog, which you can see through and blocks the supernatural sensing abilities of other people. While trapped in the darkness, people will hear whispers, distant screams, and unnatural sounds and suffer a sense of disorientation as well as a constant drain on their stamina. While inside the fog, you gain an increase in strength and speed for every person trapped inside, as well as the ability to sense the location of anyone trapped inside.

[Wail of the Damned]

You can let out an inhuman, unnerving shriek which can be heard for miles around. Not only is the sound incredibly terrifying to hear, it can also cause paralysis to those who are too close.

[Your Fear Feeds Me]

Those who fear you have their physical strength and speed drained, scaling with the intensity of their fear. You gain an equivalent boost to your own physique equal to the amount they have lost. This effect is temporary, and lasts until fear of you is no longer the target's main focus.

[The Entity]

You have gained enough fear to become more than human, able to shed your mortal form and take on a monstrous form of your choosing. You can feed off all negative emotions and sense people who are experiencing such emotions, having a sixth sense for people who could become your minions. You can create 'Killers' by forging new abilities to grant to people, using the fear you have gathered as a currency, or even making entirely new beings from scratch. You have gained the power to open portals into other multiverses from your realm, and while you cannot cross the threshold, you can send your killers and fog into that world or simply leave the portal open as an invitation.

And there it is my prize for months of torture and suffering. I mean, the excitement of every escape was enough of a prize for me, but I won't say no to my promotion from killer to Entity. I'm sure the system takes its ideas from my own mind since I've themed so much around Dead by Daylight, and now I've managed to become the entity itself. Of course, I still intend to be hands-on.

If the last three months or so have taught me anything, it's that I really like participating in the games as either survivor or killer. I honestly don't get why so many people see them as a bad thing; the exhilaration of escaping the killer or winning the game is top-tier; nothing compares to it. Well, aside from being the killer, of course.

Maybe we should give the greedy fuckers prizes for escaping? Would that stop them from complaining so much?

'So, what now?' Neo asks, kicking her feet as she watches me go through my notifications.

"Hm, oh, I have no idea. I have some games planned but what to do with Markus Gray? It feels a waste just to throw him away when he's done such a good job getting into the good graces of the heroes," I admit, scratching my chin. I didn't really think about what I was going to do with my civilian persona after the game, but the reputation I built could be useful. "Do you think I could get a way to disconnect my system regularly? I'm a shit actor, I couldn't play the part if I remember being Legion, but it could be funny to just disconnect my system when I need to go to work. Hunting myself sounds like a laugh," I explain, making her shrug as she focuses.

You know, if anyone else constantly got my wife to come and poke me for a free power-up or power-down, in this case, I'd be kind of annoyed, but this show has been pretty entertaining.

Oh, hey, boss-man. I'm glad you've been enjoying the show. Would you like to join in?

I genuinely can't tell if you've got balls the size of planets or just don't understand what you're asking. I could just peer into that head of yours but I'm not sure even I want to know what's going on in there. I'll pass, for now at least. Take your freebie. Neo would pout at me if I said no, and we're so far past the point of no interference that it's not even funny.

Thanks, boss. Feel free to come and join the fun whenever you want.

Heh, I just might. I know a few Guild members who could do with some humbling; it might be funny to throw them into one of your games without the systems they're so reliant on and show them what happens when they piss me off. Later, kid, don't do anything I wouldn't do.

…Is there anything you wouldn't do?

The lack of an answer is telling, and Neo giggles as she hops off the table she is sitting on. I won't deny I get momentarily distracted by the jiggling since she's still not wearing anything but the Legion-themed panties, but I focus quickly as I smile.

With my system having an 'off-switch', I can turn it off for a set amount of time so I can play Markus without the very smart people around me catching on that I'm hiding something. If even I don't know I'm Legion, they should have a much harder time working things out and it could make for some funny revelations down the line.

"So much to do, so many games to plan," I say, stretching with a wide grin. "I hope the League have enjoyed my vacation as much as I have because it's time we got back to work."

'So, where do we start?' Neo asks, my mind racing with ideas before I grin. My Entity senses have already picked up a potential killer, a being of pure rage and hatred that wants vengeance.

"I need to see some guys about a cat," I say with a smile, making her tilt her head. I feel her just pluck the answer out of my head before she grins. "We could use a pet around the realm to brighten up the place."

– Dex-Starr –

Staring at the fog, he tilted his head in curiosity. It was new; he didn't understand what he was looking at, but the paper that came out of it was familiar. He didn't understand much, even with the ring he now carried translating, but he understood enough.

Each piece of paper was of a different man, detailing their crimes, and one name stood out in their lists of crimes. His owner. These were the men that had hurt her, brutalised her, the men he hadn't been able to find. He'd sworn he'd kill them for what they did, but someone had found them first.

Seeing the fog clear somewhat, he saw the same men lost and confused as they wandered the streets of an empty city. Rage filled him, more than usual, as his ring pulsed, and without a second thought, he rushed into the fog.

The men barely got a chance to scream as he descended upon them, literally glowing with rage as he fulfilled his promise, ripping them limb from limb. He was a good kitty, and they had killed his master.

But then something odd happened; even as he licked their gore from his fur, the fog shifted, and they were alive again. They were in pain and terrified, so they had died, but now they lived again.

This was good because that meant he could kill them all over again. He hunted, he killed, they lived, and he killed again, the massive city being utterly empty as he chased them through it, killing them again and again.

It didn't subside his rage; nothing could, but every kill made him feel just a bit better.

Pausing, he saw a new man in the city, fog emitting from the masked figure.

"Having fun, Dexter?" the man asked, making Dex-Starr pause. Nobody called him that anymore, what did this man know?

Red Lantern or not, he was still a cat and his brain was only capable of so much, but he understood enough here.

"You find?" Dex asked, making the man nod.

"It was easy enough, the men were all already in the system for a variety of crimes. I just relocated them to a more secure prison, mine, where not even death will let them escape," he explained.

"Why?" Dex asked, barely restraining his rage from attacking the man despite the favour he'd done.

"Hm, I just thought it'd be funny. As long as they are here, you can hunt them forever; you can come and go as you please, and all I ask is one thing. Anyone I send into this hunting ground, hunt and kill them," he explained, the grin carved into his mask matching his tone.

Kill those who hurt his master forever? And all he had to do was hunt?

"Dex hunts, Dex good kitty," Dex hissed, making the man chuckle.

"That you are, Dex," he agreed, reaching down to stroke his fur. Dex slashed at his hand with his claws, already gore-soaked. Empowered by the ring and his rage, his claws slashed through his flesh easily, making the man chuckle even as his hand fell to the ground, severed. "I am Legion, and I think we're going to get along just fine."

The man simply picked up his severed hand, sticking it back on the stump with an utter lack of care, a simple act that informed Dex that he wasn't dealing with any human. Whatever this man was, he was more. But Dex did not care; Dex had hunting to do.

Turning and leaving, he sniffed the air. The prey had spread out, hoping to delay the inevitable. It wouldn't work.

– Markus Gray (Legion) –

I just stole Atrocitus' cat. I wonder if that will piss him off more than he already is? I hope so; my ability to feed on all negative emotions means that anger is just as valid a source of essence for me as fear.

Dex radiates it, and I remembered reading his comic a long time ago. Neo was able to send the fog to him; a simple invitation and acquiring the men responsible for his owner's rather brutal death was easy enough.

Dex will serve as a constant feast of rage, as well as a new killer for me to unleash on people. He's a good kitty. Still, I may be stronger now, but damn some people in this verse hit hard. Dex severed my hand like my bones were made of melted butter.

Oh well.

'He's cute,' Neo agrees, making me nod. He's a very good kitty. 'Wanna have me throw Catwoman in with him? She should love him.'

"Hm, it could be funny, but I do have plans for her; maybe Wildcat instead? She just got out of one game, let's give her some time to think she's safe. We do have a lot of cat-themed people in this world, after all," I say, scratching my chin. So many choices, but I have nothing but time. "I'll think about it; Dex isn't going to get bored of hunting any time soon and it's time that the GCPD got its forensic scientist back."

Neo gives me a grin, knowing the next step to our plan. Well, to be honest, calling anything we've done so far a 'plan' is being entirely too generous since I'm kinda just making it up as I go.

– Neo –

Sending Markus to where he'd be found, she giggled at the potential heartbreak. How would the world react if they found out that the survivor they thought was such a big damn hero was the mastermind behind everything?

But it wasn't time for that; it was better to let things marinate, and the world frankly had bigger problems headed its way with some of the ideas Markus had come up with.

Still, despite getting him his 'off-switch', she felt that she owed him a big gift for making things so fun for her, pausing as she considered what to do. She had some ideas, but one idea stood out. It might escalate things, but Markus didn't care; he'd said she could do what she wanted as long as she didn't completely destabilise the world and ruin their fun.

Nodding to herself, she set out (after arranging for a clone of herself to pose as the original Legion for a game, helping Markus keep up the act). Yeah, that would make a good gift.

– Barbara Gordon –

Markus had been found, something which sent a wave of relief through her. Legion, despite everything, had kept their word and released Markus when he'd 'won' their game.

He was in the hospital now, Gotham's newest 'hero'.

She couldn't go and see him, not with her identity revealed like it was, but she was following his case very carefully. Despite his months of torture, he was in amazing physical condition. It was his mind that she feared for; he'd gone through months of torment and stress.

The fact that Bruce had decided to basically immediately interrogate him for any details he could remember really didn't help, but she didn't blame Bruce for his impatience. Legion had been running roughshod over them since his first appearance, and things were only getting more desperate.

Legion had changed the game, and the fact that the original Legion was becoming so rare was a worry. What was he up to? The fact that he'd managed to recruit a Red Lantern was very worrying, cat or not.

That can't have been all Legion had been scheming, and he'd hinted at 'fun new developments' headed their way.

Still, Markus represented an opportunity. As a member of CSI, he was able to identify and remember a great amount of details about the various killers. It wasn't going to help them get into Legion's 'realm', but every little bit of information could be useful.

For instance, Markus had noticed that the Original Legion seemed to change size and shape between games, not much, but enough for his keen eye to notice it. He was sure it was always the same person, but height, weight and build would shift ever so slightly.

Despite the frequent appearances, it was hard to tell that on camera, but Markus had been hunted by both the original Legion and the Female Legion- who seemed borderline obsessed with him- enough times to notice. The Female Legion never changed; she was the same every time.

This was in line with her current theory. Legion was almost certainly an extradimensional creature, one that fed on fear (or perhaps all negative emotions). And realistically, why would it have a humanoid shape? She suspected that Legion didn't have a human form but instead possessed people through some means she couldn't prove. He looked different because he was different, inhabiting different bodies throughout his different appearances. It was possible he could inhabit multiple at once, hence the name, which would explain his ability to seemingly be everywhere at once.

As for the female Legion? Legion had an obsession with corruption; one only had to look at Thea's fate to understand that. Could the female Legion be one of his first victims? Now fully converted into 'Legion', she was an eager player in his games, but if he'd broken her first, had he reshaped her into his sidekick?

It would match what Markus had noticed about her, his analysis that had triggered her violent outburst during his torture session. She was a follower, even if she didn't like him pointing that out. Had Markus reminded her of her own time as Legion's victim?

Plus, despite how little effort she put into hiding her identity, they had nothing on her, which led her to a second, more terrifying theory. She wasn't from their universe; Legion had taken her from another world that he'd attacked before he came here.

Nobody could tell what his end goals were, but if this wasn't the first time he had invaded a world, then it meant he may have already succeeded in his goal. Perhaps he'd failed before and been driven away, but she had to consider the possibility that there was another world out there where he'd achieved his goal.

They could be looking at an extinction event, putting Legion on the same level as Darkseid and Doomsday instead of the common comparison of 'a more dangerous Joker'.

And despite everything, they seemed no closer to stopping him now than when he'd first arrived. Still, if he was possessing people, perhaps they could find a way to trap him.

Her final theory was the one she hated the most, but the more she looked at the facts, the more sure she was. If Legion was possessing hosts, she had a horrible suspicion that she knew why the Female Legion seemed obsessed with Markus.

Markus was marked as a future host, and her obsession and obedience towards Legion were projected into Legion's next host. Still, it was also telling because if Legion was able to possess people and wanted Markus as his next body, then why not just take over Markus while they had him captured?

There had to be some limitations, which would explain their apparent focus on Markus compared to other survivors. Markus had been picked for games almost three hundred percent as regularly as any other survivor, which had backfired because he'd actually managed to win enough to get his freedom.

Still, she didn't doubt that Legion wasn't going to give up… which meant that they needed to keep a close eye on Markus from now on.

– James Gordon –

He tried not to glare as Batman left the hospital room. Markus had barely been found before Batman showed up with a million questions.

"I'm sorry about him; our recent failures against Legion have hit him hard," Superman said, making Markus nod.

"It's fine; if anything I know can help counter Legion, then it's better to ask while the memories are fresh in my mind. I plan to try and document every detail I remember anyway," Markus explained, making Superman smile slightly. "How are your parents?"

"Good, alive. I had to move them somewhere safe to prevent my enemies from targeting them, thanks to Legion's final slap to the face. They were worried about you," Superman, Clark, explained softly. "And guilty about leaving you behind."

"They shouldn't have been. With all due respect, I doubt any of the others would have won Legion's games. I had the best chance of survival, and lo and behold, here I am," Markus said, gesturing at himself. "It's just basic logic; the one with the best chance at survival should stay behind."

"Logical or not, not many people would make that choice," James pointed out, making Markus shrug. "If you left Barbara behind, you would have had a better chance of survival."

"Honestly, I figured I was probably dead either way. Might as well go out feeling like a hero," Markus admitted frankly. "Besides, how many people can say they saved Batgirl and Superman's parents and girlfriend?"

Markus hadn't known that when he was in the game, but his jokey attitude didn't quite hide how weary he seemed.

"So, do I still have a job? I did kinda miss the last three months of work, and I do need the money since my apartment got burnt down," Markus joked, making Superman chuckle.

"You plan to stay in Gotham? Legion's admirers have made certain threats-"

"I survived the real deal; I won't be driven into hiding by some copycats," Markus said, steel in his tone.

"Then you certainly still have a job for as long as you want it," James agreed with a smile. "The Wayne Foundation has actually bought you a new home in Gotham, it's quite a lot nicer than your apartment, to be perfectly honest, and you have three months back pay plus one hell of a bonus headed your way to replace whatever you lost in the fire."

Markus gave him a smile, but he was clearly caught up in his own thoughts.

"I do have to warn you, we have reasons to believe that the Female Legion will come for you again. The Original Legion doesn't seem to go after the same person twice, but his sidekick seems more unhinged," Superman said, making Markus sigh.

"...I probably shouldn't have talked so much shit to her, huh?" Markus admitted, making Superman laugh slightly.

"I don't think it helped, but her obsession started before then. Do you remember going to the Iceberg Lounge shortly after returning to Gotham?" Superman asked, making Markus nod with furrowed brows. "We have reasons to believe that she was stalking you already at that point, and someone matching her rather unique appearance was seen tailing you home."

"I didn't see her, and she kinda stands out, but then, with the powers she apparently has, I suppose that's not surprising," Markus said, frowning deeply.

"Can you think of any reason she'd be so interested in you?" Superman asked, watching as Markus furrowed his brows in thought before he shook his head.

"No, before I returned to Gotham, I never had a single encounter with a villain or even a regular criminal. I don't think we ever met before I was kidnapped," Markus explained, making James mentally sigh.

After years of peace, he came back to Gotham and became the target of a psychopathic midget, then got kidnapped within a week. That sounded about right.

"I see. The League plans to keep an eye on you. Hopefully, we'll be able to capture her if she returns for you," Superman said, making Markus nod gratefully. "Oh, one last warning. Lois is very determined to interview you, and she has never been one to take no for an answer."

"I don't mind; I'm glad she's doing okay," Markus said, getting a grateful nod from Superman, who excused himself to go and talk to Batman.

"I know I've already said it, but thank you, Markus. You had nothing to gain from helping Barbara and everything to lose," James said, making Markus smile.

"I'm a very stubborn person. Legion's games seem focused on turning survivors against each other, and I hate doing what people want, especially when those people are psychopathic villains," Markus explained, a smirk on his lips. "I won; I got out of their pathetic game and did it without falling to their level."

James smiled at that, even if Markus' words had a certain vicious edge to them. He made a note to have Markus scheduled to spend time with a therapist, but he couldn't deny Markus had indeed won.

– Bruce Wayne (Batman) –

Setting Markus up in a high-rise apartment in the richer part of town meant they could keep a very close eye on him because he'd made sure to plant plenty of surveillance both inside and around the apartment.

If Barbara was right, Markus was marked for possession. It was possible that Markus was already possessed, but Barbara didn't want to consider that. He wasn't so biased; he was grateful that Markus had saved Barbara, of course, but he wouldn't let it colour his opinions.

If Markus was possessed, Zatanna thought it was possible that he would genuinely not know that Legion was using his body. She'd dealt with possession before, and it was common that the possessed person didn't even realise that they were possessed, losing memories, or being piloted in their sleep.

If Markus was not possessed, then they'd be able to keep watch for Legion coming back for him. Barbara was right that the female Legion seemed to be hyperfocused on him. In some ways, it reminded him of Harley Quinn when she was first converted by the Joker.

Markus had wasted no time, arranging to return to work mere days after his ordeal. Markus had a respectable amount of will to be able to move on despite being clearly changed by his experience.

Pausing as he got a high-priority message, he froze for the briefest moment as he read the contents. Legion had struck again, right at the heart of the Watchtower.

– Markus Gray (Legion) –

Going to sleep in my incredibly bugged penthouse, I separate from Markus and return to my realm with a grin. Becoming the Entity has given me a lot of options, far more than the text would suggest.

While Markus sleeps, Legion will roam. I want them to notice, I think it'll be very funny for them to try and work out how and why Legion is so focused on Markus. If they blow my cover, meh. Let's be honest here: I'm not following some grand plan, and I can work with whatever happens. I'm flexible.

Ooh, maybe I can make them think Markus is still in there somewhere? Eh, we'll see.

Humming to myself as I return to my true home, I head towards Neo to see what she's been up to while I was busy doing forensics. I'm the GCPD's big damn hero at the moment, so I barely got any work done with how much people were bothering me to give me a pat on the back.

Entering the room, I pause as I spot Neo grinning at me, glad I have my mask on.

Leaving the room, Neo follows behind.

"Neo, is that who I think it is?" I ask, making her nod happily as she makes some gestures.

Looking back into the room, a pair of fierce blue eyes glare right back at me, the woman bound by a thick golden rope.

"Neo, that's Wonder Woman," I say, making her nod again.

'Happy Birthday!'

"I don't think it's my Birthday," I point out, but she just shrugs.

'Meh, close enough,' Neo replies helpfully, making me snort.

I have plans for Wonder Woman and her Amazon sisters, but there's no reason I can't use this. Ideas form in my head, making Neo grin as she blatantly reads my mind.

You know, Bullock and the other cops told me I deserve to relax and have some fun after my ordeal, and I think they might be right.

Neo grins as she sees the plan form in my head. I don't want to break Wonder Woman; it would ruin the scheme I'm making for her island, but this gives me a fun and interesting way to start that plan.

"So, how far can we stretch the time dilation?" I ask, making Neo grin widely.

'As far as we want, Shiro's kinda just thrown his hands up and said do what you want. I think he likes that he's found a babysitter for me,' Neo snorts, watching my grin grow.

– Princess Diana (Wonder Woman) –

Bound by her own lasso, she cursed herself for letting her guard down. She'd never even suspected that Legion would strike at the League's very heart. She'd been caught by surprise, taken down by the shockingly powerful female Legion before she could even draw her blade.

Legion re-entered her room; she didn't miss his surprise at her presence. She was laid on a bed, her arms bound above her head and her legs forced to part by the creative binding the female Legion had done. She had a dreadful suspicion that she knew what fate they had in store for her. She'd been stripped entirely, her muscled body on full display as she glared at him. Her strength had failed her, and she was unable to free herself as he approached.

"I admit, I wasn't expecting to meet you so soon," he said, his gaze moving over her exposed body. "But I have to say, it's an honour. I have such fun plans for you and your sisters, but my adorable assistant decided to jump the gun and bring you here early."

Her glare intensified at that, rage flooding her at the idea of him going anywhere near her sisters.

"But don't worry, I'm going to let you go. No game required; I just want one thing from you," Legion explained, making her shudder slightly as she watched him start to undress. "You're actually a birthday present; Neo thought I deserved a gift for all my hard work; she's so sweet, isn't she?"

Neo?

The female Legion watched from the corner of the room, waving at her mockingly.

"If you think I'll be as easy to break as Thea was, you are very much mistaken," Diana growled, watching his hand slowly move up her leg.

"Oh, I'm counting on it," Legion whispered, climbing onto the bed. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the sensation as she felt something hard press against her exposed womanhood. She felt the tip of Legion's manhood poke against her womanhood, rubbing up and down her slit before he slapped his cock against her exposed vagina several times.

Then, with a single, ruthless thrust, Legion claimed something he had no right to, but she was not so easily shaken. His entire phallus sheathed inside her, giving her an uncomfortable, unpleasant fullness as he took his pleasure from her body.

She struggled against the bindings as he started to pump his hips, having his way with her defenceless hole, but her own tool was being used to bind her for defilement, a defilement itself of the sacred tool. His hands moved to her bare breasts, roughly groping and squeezing the mounds of flesh, teasing her nipples and slapping her tits as he had his way with her vulnerable body, leaving her feeling utterly defenceless.

Her rape continued for what seemed like hours, his hands wandering her body and his manhood violating her most sacred place, before he came to a halt, hips bucking slightly as she shuddered, feeling him unleash his foul seed into her.

She opened her eyes and stared up at the mask that had become so infamous. It's mocking smile seemed all the more insulting now, her eyes flickering down to where he was slowly pulling back from her body. His cock popped free, and she was forced to watch as the thick, white goop leaked from her abused hole.

"This will not break me; if anything, you are just proving me right. Beneath that mask, you're nothing but a man controlled by your desires," Diana spat, making him laugh. "You said you'd release me when you got what you wanted. Do you not claim to be a man of your word?"

"I am, but I haven't gotten what I want from you yet," Legion explained, making her snarl as he cupped her breast. He pushed into her again, uncaring of the seed that was leaking from her, and she was forced to lay there and take it as he started the process all over again.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the other Legion had disrobed, touching herself to the sight of a fellow woman being defiled against her will.

Sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, the girl was wearing nothing but her mask as she teased her naked body at the sight of Diana's violation. One hand cupped her breast as the other stroked her dripping slit, pumping a single slender finger into herself.

She was clearly enjoying the show, eventually moving to lie on the bed next to Diana so she could get a closer look. Her ministrations were growing faster and more intense.

Legion's thrusting grew faster, the bed shaking with the force behind his brutal assault, and she could only glare hatefully as she grunted, her body reacting to the unwanted intrusion.

With a triumphant groan, he climaxed again as his sick seed flooded her most sacred place and filled her womb. He rested for a moment, his hard phallus still inside her body.

"That'll do for today," Legion said, pulling back as she shuddered. She'd climaxed during her violation despite her hatred of the man taking advantage of her body. "See you soon."

He left without another word, his minion following behind as she glared at their backs. Unable to move, she lay there as the thick dollops of semen leaked from her abused body.

This would not break her.

– Days Later –

She glared back at the bastard as he took her, wearing a mocking cosplay of Hercules. She didn't know how he'd got his hands on what was undeniably her mother's dress, but she did not find his idea to play 'Hippolyta and Hercules' funny.

He grabbed her head, forcing it back against the ground as she knelt, arms bound behind her back. Every day, he came to her, and every day he defiled her. Even now, his manhood was pumping into her, using her as an unwilling receptacle for his seed.

She didn't understand what he wanted from her, but he certainly didn't seem to mind keeping her as a toy for his sick pleasure. She would not break; the League would be looking for a way into this place, and even the Gods may finally help against this monster.

She simply had to endure.

He pulled back, once more having pumped his seed into her defenceless body, leaving her face down, ass up with his cum leaking from a freshly creamed hole. She panted, coated in a sheen of sweat from their exertions, unable to guess how many hours he'd been violating her body.

Legion didn't let her rest, and as she felt the cock she hated so much press against her body again, her eyes widened as her head snapped back. His mocking mask showed no mercy as he slammed forward, a grunt of pain leaving her clenched teeth as he took a different hole, her ass torn apart by the massive cock that had just penetrated her backdoor.

– Weeks Later –

Laid on her back, Neo rode her face while Legion continued his violation of her pussy, his seed already inside her.

As her face was pushed into Neo's naked womanhood, she reluctantly licked the dripping pussy as Legion fucked her, pausing to spank her tits. She knew better than to fight; she had tried that several times already, and it always made them happy.

They were so pleased she still had some fight in her because she gave them another reason to discipline her. She was starting to understand what Thea felt, days turning into weeks without any sign of help.

She'd tried to ask about Black Canary while she was here but to no avail. Was Dinah going through something similar? Would she be the next Thea? Diana couldn't break, becoming one of Legion's pet killers.

What did he want? He didn't torture her unless she gave him a reason to punish her, but what was it he wanted in exchange for her freedom?

She didn't know, but she obeyed as Neo ground against her mouth, riding her face. Her tongue pushed into the tight pussy of her captor, even as Legion took his pleasure from her body. This was what they reduced her to, a toy for their pleasure.

— Neo —

With Wonder Woman's head between her legs, she gave Markus a sultry smirk as he pounded their toy from behind.

She hadn't been getting her itch properly scratched while she was playing with Markus, and it was nice to feel something instead of her fingers again as she forced the Amazonian to eat her out. She was surprisingly good at it, muffled moans leaving the slut as Markus slammed his cock into the royal cunt, watching the fat cock sink into Diana's tight cunt again and again.

She reached down and groped Diana's surprisingly fat tits with one hand, her other hand on her own breasts. Hers were nicer, and Markus seemed to agree as he watched them jiggle, making her give him a naughty grin.

He wasn't dumb enough to try anything, which was a shame; it might have been funny to see how Markus handled being punished by Shiro.

Repositioning, she laid down so she was in a sixty-nine position with Diana, her face so very close to Diana's pussy as Markus fucked it. Markus' cock looked even nicer up close, her hot breath teasing him as he pounded the Amazon whore for all she was worth. He'd rather pull back and fuck her face, but he knew better even as she gave him a teasing look. Watching her stomach slightly bulge as Markus filled her, she grinned excitedly as she confirmed something. She was ready.

– Princess Diana — Months Later –

She had worked out what he wanted from her, and it filled her with a loathing she didn't think she was capable of. Her violations seemed so irrelevant now, understand exactly what they wanted from her, what they had gotten from her.

The defilements had stopped suddenly, leaving her to her thoughts for days on end until she realised exactly why. He'd achieved his goal, looking down at her bloated stomach.

Dollhouse came to feed her daily because she was eating for two now. She was pregnant with Legion's child, a thought that sickened her. She knew it wouldn't be long, but what was he planning? What did he want this for?

– Weeks Later –

She watched in horror as Dollhouse handed the newborn girl to the masked Legion, who cooed to his daughter happily.

"W-what are you planning with-" Diana asked weakly, but Legion didn't even look up at her.

"We don't need her anymore, Neo. Why don't you show our guest out?" Legion asked, not looking at her as he set off with the newborn. She knew that she needed to stop him, but she was still bound, and she felt so weak. She hadn't managed to fight back in months, and never successfully; at least a year of captivity had drained her strength.

"No! No, Legion, p-please, keep me, but not- not my daught-" Diana tried, her mind racing as a dread she didn't know she was capable of flooding her veins. Neo grinned down at her, enjoying her torment as she struggled harder than she ever had before. "I'll do anything, I'll join your games, I'll pleasure you as often as you wish, just release her."

The sight of the dark-haired babe in his hands sent her into a panic, fearing what torment he had planned for the child. But Legion just turned and started to walk away, his prize in his hands as she writhed against her bindings with renewed vigour for what little it helped.

Dollhouse saw her struggling, snorting as she pulled out a needle. Sticking it into her neck, Diana watched through darkening eyes as Legion left the room with the baby in his arms.

– Later –

Waking up in the Watchtower, she was faced with a terrifying discovery. She'd been gone for exactly one day. They'd known that time moved differently in Legion's realm, but her entire year of captivity had been reduced to a single day.

They'd had thousands of questions, of course. Zatanna had even suggested searching her memories for anything she'd missed, but she'd spent a year having something sacred being defiled, and she didn't plan to let her mind be next.

All she was able to tell them was Neo's name, as Legion was too careful to ever really give her anything. Neo's name and the fact that Legion had an Amazonian child. Her daughter, taken to be raised by Legion and his pack of psychopaths.

Her defilement was irrelevant; she was right in her declaration at the start. She had not broken, even after so many months of abuse, but the fact that Legion was out there with their child did more to hurt her than every day he'd spent abusing her.

What was he planning? He'd even admitted he had plans for Themyscira; how did her daughter play into them? This was a man who'd spent a full year focusing on her, so it had to be part of a much greater scheme.

A pang in her chest made her scowl, true hatred flooding her veins. Legion would die; Oliver was right. They should have put him down like the dog he was when they'd had the chance.

Whatever grand plan he had for her people, for her daughter, it would end in his death and nothing else.

– Neo –

Did Markus actually have a plan for his daughter? He absolutely did not. He was the kind of man who'd spend a year of his time on 'wouldn't this be funny'. It was a whim that caused him to decide to breed Wonder Woman, part of some grand plan for Themyscira that he hadn't even fully decided on.

He just wanted to see what Wonder Woman would do with her daughter in Legion's hands. He'd learnt a lot about maternal love from watching the other survivors, specifically the families, during his time as a survivor, and wanted to see what would happen if Wonder Woman was impregnated by her enemy and then separated from her child.

Wonder Woman hid it well, but she couldn't conceal her despair. The emotions she'd felt as Legion took the baby away had been delicious. The foreboding as she watched her belly grow was just as good, months of dread building up and encompassing Diana to the point where Neo even sensed some suicidal thoughts, not that Diana would admit it even to herself.

"That's her?" My new recruit asked, making Neo nod happily. Tracking her down hadn't been hard, even if Shiro had told her she wasn't allowed to use her full powers again, so no more kidnappings.

Aresia looked at the cot where the brat was sleeping. Markus was a surprisingly good father.

The rogue amazon glanced at Markus with a glare, her hatred of men coming up, but she shook it off. Markus wasn't merely a man, and for what Aresia had been promised, she'd tolerate this one male.

"It is; I take it you've accepted our generous offer?" Markus asked.

"What's her name?" Aresia asked, making Markus smirk.

"Danae," Markus explained as Neo grinned. 'She who Judges'. "And you didn't answer my question."

"I do, as long as you can do what you say," Aresia agreed, watching Markus grin as he waved his hand and formed a portal, an island with Grecian-style buildings decorating it. It wasn't Themyscira, just another map for Legion's realm.

"I can," Markus said simply, a dark smile on his lips.

— Bonus Scene — Aresia

Looking around the home of her new Amazons, she nodded. She didn't know what Markus was, but he had to be a God of some kind. The Amazons of Themyscira had failed, interacting with Man's World so much, but her attempt to correct this had ended in her imprisonment.

The mists had freed her from Tartarus, bringing her into Legion's realm, and the offer that he'd made was too tempting. A new Themyscira, one where she could take women who understood the failures of Man's World and make her own Amazons.

One separated from Man's World, hidden away in its own secret realm, and all she had to do was help train Danae to become a true Amazon. Legion would bring women here to be tested, and those who passed would be empowered.

Not by the Greek Gods, who had already failed, but by a new one. When the time came, Themyscira would fall, and those who survived would be judged to see if they were worthy of joining their successors.

Danae, She Who Judges. A fitting name.

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The Guild of Gamers: The Nightmare by The Dark Wolf Shiro

Cartoon X-overs & Justice League Unlimited Xover Rated: M, English, Adventure & Horror, Words: 121k+, Favs: 3k+, Follows: 4k+, Published: Jul 27, 2022 Updated: Feb 17

2,048Chapter 14: Danae, She Who Judges

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my original characters and works; all other characters and worlds belong to their respective owners. I'm just playing with them.

Betad by Priapus, Beans, Marethyu, Mike God of Lore

The Guild of Gamers: The Nightmare

Chapter 12.5: Danae, She Who Judges

– Aresia –

The new island was perfect, truly separated from the outside world and the world of men. She didn't like that only Legion could decide who came and went, but she could tolerate the man, as he was almost certainly a God. He was not one of the Greek gods, but she supposed that her new Themyscira needed the blessing of their own gods to replace the waning Greek Pantheon.

Watching as Legion, Markus, walked around the island, pointing out things to the young Danae on his shoulders, she frowned. Danae was growing fast, not even one year old, and she looked more like she was closer to five. Markus barely left the island and claimed that the rapid growth would slow down soon. It would be time to start her training in earnest.

"Why so grim, Aresia?" their newest member said, making her turn to the dark-purple-haired woman dressed in a green armoured dress, not unlike those that her former sisters wore, though in a different colour.

"I was just planning; once Danae's training begins, we'll be one step closer to taking on Themyscira," Aresia said, turning from the sight of Markus showing Danae a butterfly. The island had some wildlife, nothing dangerous, but it was another sign of his power that he had created life itself.

Circe smiled darkly, her own grudges against Themyscira evident. She didn't like the divine sorceress, having heard the legends of Circe's 'mischief', but Legion had returned with the Goddess and claimed she was here to teach magic to Danae and then later to the future New Amazons.

"Oh, yes. I can't wait," Circe said with a dark smile. "Assuming you don't do anything stupid to our gracious host and actually live to see it."

Circe walked away with that said, making Aresia growl as she glared at the smug sorceress. Her dislike of Markus was transparent to everyone, not that Markus himself seemed to care about her disdain.

Circe joined the pair, delighting the young child with parlour tricks, but she shook her head. Markus would only be here until Danae was fully trained, and then he said he'd leave the island for good.

– Danae – Years Later –

"Again," Aresia said as Danae picked herself up off the floor. Grabbing her blade, she got back into position with a determined look on her face. Facing down her mentor, the barely ten-year-old girl prepared herself to fight once more.

Father and Aunt Neo were watching; she couldn't embarrass herself like this.

Aresia was good, but she was not unbeatable. Father himself had said that Aresia had been chosen for her personality, not her skills, and Aunt Circe told her that her mother, Diana, was far better.

She'd meet her mother when the time was right. For now, she had to train.

Clashing again, she brought up her shield to block Aresia's swing, shoulder-checking the older woman with her enhanced strength, a gift from her father. She was still far smaller than Aresia, but her strength was already growing to surpass her teachers.

Aresia knew it as well, seeming determined to delay the day she'd be defeated for as long as possible as they clashed, blades swinging. One of Aresia's slashes cut into her side, making her let out a grunt of pain, but she didn't let it distract her as she took advantage of the opening to stab her blade into Aresia's thigh, making her mentor let out a scream of pain.

It was shameful; Aresia was so weak, so affected by her pain. Neo was right; Aresia had never truly been tested, but that could be solved later. Aresia was very talented, having been trained by her grandmother, Hippolyta, alongside her mother.

With the wound, Aresia was slower to move as Danae pushed through her pain and continued to harry Aresia, using her speed to slip in and land another blow before she backed away, counting on Aresia not being able to keep up with her wounded leg. If Aresia were truly as strong as she thought, she would push through the pain and hunt her down, but it was another sign that her father's teachings were correct.

Aresia had the skill but not the will.

Sweeping Aresia's feet from under her, Danae bashed Aresia in the face with her shield at the same time, knocking her mentor on her ass with a grin, her sword to Aresia's throat in an instant.

"I… I yield," Aresia admitted for the first time since her training had begun. Danae hid her frown. When they fought, Danae always fought until she was slain, her father's power returning her to life afterwards; Aresia feared pain and death too much. Pausing for just a moment, Danae swiped her blade and slit Aresia's throat, watching her gurgle as the blood spurted out.

Her disapproval was quickly forgotten as she heard her father and Circe cheering for her. Neo clapped proudly as she beamed up at them. As they approached, her father wrapped her in a tight hug, and Neo patted her on the back.

"You did great, Danae," Dad said, stroking her hair as she beamed up at him proudly. "You're growing up so fast."

Cuddling up to her father, she barely noticed as Aresia passed away and was reborn, clutching her throat as Circe teased her.

– Neo – Later –

Playing the cool Aunt was great. Nobody had trusted her to look after their children before, and Danae was rapidly growing on her.

"Like this, Aunt Neo?" Danae asked, dragging the blade along the captive's thigh, avoiding cutting anything too vital so he wouldn't bleed out.

Neo nodded, clapping. The pre-teen girl beamed at her, looking over the collection of torture tools. She wasn't a maternal woman, but it was so nice to be able to pass down her skills to someone who looked up to her and adored her.

Danae made her choice, picking up a meat tenderiser as she turned back to the man, who had recently lost a game. He squirmed in place, unable to break free of the ropes as Danae moved towards him.

"So, I should start with the kneecaps, right?" Danae asked with an innocent smile, and Neo almost had to wipe a tear from her eyes. None of her children had taken to the art so well, and the sound of Danae breaking her first kneecap made her beam proudly.

– Circe –

When Legion came to her, she had already been plotting how to get back at Hippolyta for the centuries she had spent trapped in Tartarus, so she was admittedly an easy recruit for the charismatic lunatic.

But Legion didn't just have plans to break Wonder Woman. He wanted to destroy Olympus itself, and giving her a chance to punish the Gods themselves was far too tempting.

Correcting Danae, she showed her apprentice how to transform annoying mortals into various animals for her amusement, beaming as Danae turned to her excitedly, having correctly cast the spell and turned the captive into a weasel.

She was partial to pigs herself, but they laughed together as they watched the weasel flee around the room in terror.

Themyscira was going to fall, and the Amazons would be judged by Danae; those who were flexible would find a new home under their new Queen. Hippolyta would see everything she valued torn down and corrupted under the rule of her own Granddaughter. Circe grinned, stroking Danae's hair out of her face.

Every day, the young girl looked more like her mother, with long, slightly curly black hair and intense blue eyes. She wore a silver circlet, a birthday present from her father that she never took off, and her own Amazon armour was coloured red, silver, and black.

Markus' power was immense, and she quickly came to realise that as much as she valued toying with people, she should never cross him. As she continued Danae's training, she smirked to herself.

It was a shame that Aresia had not learnt that lesson. She hadn't missed the way Aresia was trying to 'subtly' teach her misandrist ways to Markus' daughter. She'd even warned Markus himself, but he simply gave her a smile that sent shivers down even her spine.

– Barbara Ann Minerva (Cheetah) –

A chance to hurt the gods was always something she was eager for, blaming them for her cursed form. That this chance would hurt Wonder Woman just as much made her all the more eager to accept Legion's offer despite his grim reputation.

Moving through the jungles around New Themyscira, she stalked her prey with a smile.

Leaping out, she pounced on her prey, who let out a quiet shout of surprise as Cheetah chuckled, rising and helping the barely teenage girl up.

As they talked about what she had done wrong, Cheetah smiled darkly. How would Diana react if she learnt that her precious daughter was being raised to be such a deadly huntress? Soon, she would join Legion's games as a Hunter, and she'd teach Danae to hunt and kill her prey.

She wasn't ready yet, despite her rapidly growing skill, but the fact that Diana would never get to raise her own child made Barbara smile cruelly as they started the training again, Cheetah taking the part of the prey as she headed out, knowing Danae would soon be stalking her.

– Markus Gray (Legion) –

Watching Danae train with Aresia and Cheetah, I can't help but smile proudly to myself as she holds her own against the two.

I have to admit, fatherhood is… pleasant. Sure, I've been taking breaks to go and take part in other games as Legion, but I wanted to be there for Danae growing up. She's brilliant, learning magic and combat skills at a rapid pace. Neo has taught her how to make a man suffer, and I made sure she was desensitised to death and gore from a young age.

I found it amusing to gather Wonder Woman's enemies to train Danae, and tracking them down wasn't overly hard with my rapidly-growing powers. As the Entity, my ability to recruit has grown immensely since I have a sixth sense for people who would become my killers now.

"Ah, our little princess is still with those two?" Circe asks as she teleports in. "It's almost time for her magical training, but I can wait," Circe says, taking a seat on the arm of my chair and smiling at me.

"No games, Circe, what do you want?" I say simply, making her giggle.

"But I thought you liked games?" Circe teases, knowing that my ego isn't so weak that I'd torture her over some light teasing. We have spent over a decade on this island together, after all, stretching the time dilation to its limits. "I want Hippolyta. When Themyscira falls, I want to be the 'Hunter' in charge of Hippolyta's game."

I pause, looking at the divine sorceress as she smiles at me. I was going to have Danae judge her grandmother, but it wouldn't be the end of the world to let Circe do it instead. Cheetah has already gotten Danae to agree to Cheetah joining in on Wonder Woman's game when the time comes.

"Have I not been a dutiful mentor to our Danae?" Circe points out, running her hand down my chest with a sultry smirk. "Not many can say they had me in their employ for over a decade, with no trickery or deception."

I open my mouth to agree, but she cuts me off.

"But perhaps you need a little more tempting?" Circe whispers, kissing my neck as her hand reaches my belt, undoing it as I give her an amused look. She knows I was already going to agree, but that doesn't stop her from slipping down onto her knees, pulling down her top to expose her large breasts.

Still, I don't complain as she undoes my trousers and pulls out my shaft, giving it a sloppy kiss before she takes the head into her mouth, my hand moving to her head. This is hardly the first time we've been together; Circe is wise enough to see how powerful I am and realise that keeping on my good side is going to benefit her.

Groaning, I lean back and enjoy her ministrations as I watch Danae fighting her mentors.

Circe is an amazingly talented cocksucker, deepthroating my shaft with no effort as she practically inhales my manhood, staring up at me with teasing, glowing blue eyes.

"If Danae agrees, you can be Hippolyta's judge," I agree, feeling her hum in thanks, sending vibrations along my cock as I watch the fight, seeing Danae get her chest sliced by Cheetah's claws, but respond by decapitating the cat-woman. It doesn't stop Aresia from running her through, and I feel Danae's anger at losing as she dies, but with a click of my fingers, the fight begins anew.

– Danae –

"A-Aunt Neo, are you sure this is okay?" Danae asked, hesitating for the first time in her life as Neo gave her an encouraging smile. Danae took a deep breath as Neo's hand came up and groped her teenage breast, squeezing the tiny handful.

Danae was just dressed in a pair of underwear that Neo had gotten her, a black lacey bra and panties, as they sat on Markus' bed. Danae blushed at the groping but took another deep breath as they waited for the man himself.

She loved her father, and Neo was right. No other man would ever be good enough for her; how could they compare to him? She knew how important he was, how busy he was, but he'd spent all these years by her side. The entire world was waiting for him to give them a chance, to be judged, and instead, he spent all his time with her. She knew that time moved weirdly here, that he wasn't actually missing anything, but it was still years of his life he could have spent judging the people of the world.

It was her thirteenth birthday. She'd been the Killer in a game for the first time without any help from her mentors, Aunt Neo or her father. Naturally, not a single survivor managed to escape. She had been trained too well, and her favorite part was turning one of the survivors into a bloodthirsty bear when they were all huddled up.

After hunting it later, she'd even had the bear skinned for a rug, putting all the skills Cheetah had taught her to use. Then they had a big dinner with all her favourite foods. Neo had 'borrowed' some world-class chefs to cook for her, and she got loads of presents, including a new sword and shield.

Now, there was one last present she wanted as her father entered the room, pausing midstep as he spotted her. Her face went red at his raised eyebrow, giving Neo a knowing look before he stepped into the room and closed the door.

"Danae, is there something I can do for you?" Markus asked, an amused smile on his lips as she reached behind her and unclipped her bra, tossing it aside as she exposed her budding breasts to her father.

"I- I want you to make me a woman, fath- daddy," Danae stuttered, hating how her nerves of steel had betrayed her.

"Uh-huh. Neo isn't making you do this?" Markus asked, giving Neo an amused look as her Aunt gasped in fake shock, making her own nude breasts bounce. Neo was only wearing a thong, leaving those amazing boobs on display.

"No, Aunt Neo gave me some advice, but I want this," Danae said, gathering her nerves as she met his gaze fearlessly. "I want you."

Neo gave her a proud smile as Markus chuckled, running a hand through his hair as he reached up and undid his shirt. She'd seen him naked countless times thanks to Aunt Circe and Barbara, who he made love to with regularity, but this time he was stripping for her.

Tossing his shirt aside, she admired his muscular body as he moved towards the bed with a hungry smile.

"You sure about this, honey? There's no going back after this," Markus warned as he undid his belt, his jeans falling and exposing the tented boxers. She simply nodded, gulping as she lay on her back and looked up at her father, at her God.

Markus climbed onto the bed and leaned over her, his lips ghosting over hers as they shared a breathless kiss. He'd kissed her before, but it was always on her head or cheek, but now his lips were pressed against hers as his hands started to roam over her body, leaving a trail of tingling sensation in their wake.

Danae moaned softly into their kiss as one of Markus' hands cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her already-hard nipple. She arched her back, pushing her breasts into his touch, wanting more as she leaned into the kiss.

Her father pulled away from their kiss to look down at Danae with a loving smile before he began to trail kisses down her neck and chest, stopping to suck on each of her nipples until they were swollen and sensitive, nibbling just hard enough to leave a bite mark, but he knew she didn't fear a little pain.

She let out a gasp when he reached between her legs, his fingers rubbing through the thin fabric of her lacy thong. He could definitely feel the heat emanating from between her legs and knew she was ready for him, already wet from Neo's preparations.

With shaky hands, Danae helped him remove her panties before spreading herself open for him. Neo watched, kneeling next to her with a lewd smile as Danae presented herself before her god. She was to be a Queen, but her father was more than a ruler, and didn't Queen Hippolyta worship the inferior Greek gods? This was her temple, and she was ready to worship.

Neo's hand found its way to her breast, gently massaging it, and Markus' fingers teased her wet folds; there was no denying the heat building inside of her.

"Are you ready, Danae?" Markus asked, his voice deep and his eyes hungry as he examined the sacrifice before him.

Danae nodded eagerly, biting her lip as her father positioned himself between her legs. She spread them wider for him, offering herself fully and knowing that it was going to be a tight fit. Neo watched with hungry eyes as her father's tip pressed against Danae's entrance.

With a slow and steady push, Markus entered her, stretching her with his girth. It stung at first, but the pleasure quickly replaced any discomfort. Danae moaned loudly as he filled her completely. It felt so very right to take him into her body like this, and a part of her mourned that she had waited so long. She knew her tightness was a pleasure for him, and he should have taken her when she was younger still to have taken the pleasure he was owed.

His movements were slow and gentle at first, giving Danae time to adjust to the feeling of being penetrated by his manhood. But soon enough, he picked up the pace, and their bodies moved in perfect rhythm. She was in amazing shape; her lifestyle demanded no less, so she hoped he enjoyed her body as he groaned quietly, one of her legs wrapped around his waist.

Neo leaned over and kissed Danae deeply as the younger girl clung to her Aunt for support while Markus continued to thrust inside of her. Neo tasted sweet. Neo had wanted to kiss her earlier, but she'd refused, wanting her father to be her first, but she couldn't deny that Neo tasted amazing. Her nails dug into her father's back, scratching deeply enough to draw blood as she moaned into Neo's mouth, feeling the pleasure build up inside of her.

"I-inside, Daddy, cum inside me," Danae begged as she broke the kiss, looking up into his soft green eyes.

"Sure, honey," Markus agreed, kissing her as his thrusts sped up, her body reacting to the rough pounding as she screamed her climax into his mouth, her teenage body tightening down on the cock penetrating her. Her legs locked behind his back, unwilling to let him pull out as she smiled up at him. She was his, and he was hers.

With a groan of relief, Markus sheathed himself inside her, every inch of his large, girthy cock fully inside her as it twitched, releasing his seed into her body. She let out a moan of pleasure at the fullness, giving him a tired but satisfied smile as he placed a light kiss on her forehead.

"Happy birthday, honey," Markus said, stroking her hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear as she beamed up at him. "Love you."

"Love you more, Dad," Danae said, giving him a light kiss. "We're not done, right?"

Neo giggled, and Markus chuckled as they shared a look.

"Not even close," Markus agreed, pulling out of her and flipping her onto her front. "I went easy on you, Danae, but remember… you asked for this."

He entered her, Neo moving in front of her and removed her thong, tossing it aside as she sat in front of Danae, legs spread. She didn't need a hint as she leaned down and thanked her Auntie for all the help she'd given her over the years.

– Aresia –

Markus was not a God.

He was a man, a man of lusts and perversions like any other man. Seeing him with Circe and Cheetah had confirmed that, but the fact that he had turned his perversion onto his own daughter proved that she was right to hate him.

Danae would be the Queen of New Themyscira, as much as it angered Aresia. Markus had never said she would rule the island; that was her assumption. Markus had always intended for his daughter to be queen. Danae also adored Markus, so she would not send her father away when the time came.

So, Aresia had increased her plan to show Danae how worthless men truly were, to get her to order her father to leave when the time came.

She raised her shield, but Danae gripped it and yanked it from her hand, an enraged look on her face. Aresia felt her many wounds bleed as Danae set upon her like a storm, faster and stronger than Aresia.

She was almost proud of how well she'd trained her student, but as Danae cut into her again and again, she realised that she had vastly underestimated Danae's dedication to her father.

Danae was in a berserker rage, not bothering with her shield as she fought with her sword and a dagger, slicing and dicing as she ignored her own wounds, rage clear on her face.

Called it~

Circe's mocking voice in her head didn't help the situation, a giggle echoing through her mind as Danae dismembered her, cutting off her arm, knowing how to drag things out and keep her opponent alive longer.

As Aresia slumped to the floor, more resembling a hunk of meat than a person, as she puked up her own blood, Danae stared down at her with rage-filled eyes, the teenage ruler scoffing as she landed the final blow, driving her dagger into her heart.

– Danae –

As her father resurrected Aresia, the traitor flinched back, still weak from pain, as Danae sat upon the throne.

"Aresia, you sought to manipulate me into sending my father, my God, away," Danae said, watching Aresia go to speak. "Father knew you'd do this; he thought you'd do it years earlier, but you were a fool to think you could outsmart him… and Aunt Circe has long since taught me to watch out for manipulations, if you could call your crude attempts such a thing."

"W-what, you knew?!" Aresia asked, making Markus laugh.

"You're predictable if nothing else. I decided that you would be Danae's first judgement fifteen years ago," Markus admitted, making her chuckle grimly at how easily he read her. "I am a being that feeds on negative emotions; I kept you around as a buffet. Your hatred has been delicious."

Aresia stilled at his simple words, at odds with the smile on his handsome face.

"As my father has said, your fate is mine to judge," Danae cut in as Aresia went to speak. "You attempted to turn me against my father, but you have trained me well over the years. You are my Aunt, and yet you are a traitor. I will not have Father devour your soul for this betrayal, but instead, I will give you a way to prove your loyalty to this island and its success."

Aresia didn't speak, shuddering at the realisation of the fate she had barely avoided.

"You will be assigned as a broodmare to help populate my island, bearing ten daughters to the man you tried to drive away," Danae decided, making Aresia pale as she went to speak. "Alternatively, you can be stripped of your powers and entered into Legion's games, given a chance to earn your powers back, along with your place by my side."

Aresia went deathly still, and Danae smiled grimly. Her Aunt knew her weakness at heart, even if she would not admit it. She knew she would not survive the games despite having been trained by Hippolyta herself. Circe hated her grandmother, but she never downplayed Hippolyta's strength or wisdom.

"T-ten?" Aresia asked, gulping.

"You know the funny thing? You tried manipulating Danae into ordering me to do something I was already going to do. Once Danae hits sixteen, the plan for this island will be in full effect, and I will be leaving, going back to my own plans," Markus pointed out with a grin. "That hatred in you is so deliciously venomous; it makes you so stupid."

"Ten. You will give me ten sisters and then take your place by my side as my general for the coming war. Themyscira needs to be judged; they have grown so weak and pathetic in their soft world, and I want you by my side when we test our Amazon sisters and my mother," Danae said, letting out a soft sigh. Aresia, for all her rage, was still her Aunt, her mother's adopted sister.

"I can make sure the newborns are all female. Not sure why the Gods didn't do that for the Amazons, but who knows what those guys are thinking," Markus said with a shrug, making her giggle.

Aresia hesitated, looking at Markus, who just grinned back as he stood by Circe.

"I-" Aresia started, sighing in defeat. "I accept, Your Majesty."

Danae smiled. Circe had guessed that Aresia would accept. Fifteen years alongside Markus had dulled some of her hatred, even if it was immensely ingrained, and being constantly exposed to Legion's Games gave her an all-consuming fear of being forced into them.

– Later –

Watching her father disrobe, she looked at Aresia, who was bound to the bed in golden chains, utterly naked as Markus approached her.

"Don't worry, Aresia, you'll learn why the rest of us happen to rather like men," Circe giggled, making Aresia glare at her as Markus climbed onto the bed. "Now, now, don't be like that. I even made you that lovely fertility potion out of the kindness of my heart to help get your punishment sorted as soon as possible," Circle scolded. "Oh, I did mention that it was an aphrodisiac as well, didn't I?"

Aresia just growled, but she could say nothing as Markus wasted no time, lining himself up and thrusting into the Amazon's dripping pussy, filling the hateful bitch in ways she had never been before.

As Aresia squealed, Danae watched with a satisfied smile. Soon, her island would start to thrive, but there was one piece missing from this puzzle, and her sixteenth birthday was fast approaching. She knew exactly what she wanted.

Her father had had his memories stripped and had taken part in his own game to get an understanding of the other side. Neo seemed so impressed by it, and father claimed it had helped him make more effective games and understand the survivors better.

She needed to learn how the other side thought.

— Bonus Scene — Princess Diana

She knew the time-dilatation of Legion's realm meant that her daughter could be any age already, and Legion enjoyed rubbing the salt in as he sent her photo albums of her daughter's growth. They appeared in her bedroom, each one showing a year of growth, appearing hours apart.

Danae. Her daughter. The word sent a shard of ice into her heart as she looked at the picture of her daughter, with long black hair and ice-blue eyes, laughing at something Circe said, or standing next to a strung-up man in the jungle, his flesh flayed as Cheetah watched with a savage grin.

Legion was turning their- no, her daughter into a monster who killed with a smile. Circe, Cheetah, and Aresia had all helped. Aresia stung worst of all, her adopted sister aiding in the corruption of her niece.

As she awaited the next album, she watched with wide eyes as a thick fog poured from her wardrobe before a figure stepped forward. Diana went for her sword before it clattered from her hand, seeing the young woman who had appeared.

"Hello, mother," Danae said, giving her a smile. "Did father tell you I was coming?"

"D-Danae?" Diana asked, making Danae nod.

"Ah, he's been playing his games?" Danae asked, seeing the albums with a laugh. "It's me; I've wanted to meet you for years."

"H-how-"

"Oh, it's my birthday present. I asked Father if I could finally meet you as my sixteenth birthday present, and he agreed! I've heard so much about you," Danae said excitedly, but Diana felt a shard of ice digging into her chest. The girl in front of her was a trained killer, someone Legion had been training and corrupting for sixteen years.

She shook her head, moving forward and wrapping her daughter in a tight hug, which Danae returned. I-it wasn't too late; she could save her daughter's soul from Legion. She had to.

"W-when is he coming to take you back?" Diana asked, making Danae laugh.

"Oh, he isn't. I have my own way of going home whenever I want; he said I can spend as much time with you as I want," Danae explained as Diana felt her eyes widen. Danae had a way into Legion's realm.

Danae gave her a smile.

"Dad said I could stay with you for as long as I want since he's spent sixteen years with me. He thought I'd like to see things the other way," Danae explained, looking around the room with an amused smile. "You're a hero, and I've only heard tales of Themyscira from Aunt Aresia, so I was hoping that you'd let me be your… sidekick, that's the word, right? And show me where we came from," Danae explained, hesitating. "I get it if you don't want to; I am Legion's daughter, after all."

"And you're mine, even if Legion has kept us apart all these years," Diana said, though it hadn't even been a day for her. Danae gave her a beaming smile as Diana's thoughts rushed through her mind. "I would be honoured to show you Themyscira and how the good guys play."

Danae held the key to Legion's lair, a space seemingly impenetrable. Legion was always playing his games, and she knew this was another one.

Could she turn their daughter against him?