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An eerie silence came over the room Kara was trapped in as some of the lights in her chamber started to flicker. This pervasive silence was then broken as the sounds of gunshots, screams, inhuman groans, and the sound of metal bending as the lights flickered harder and harder. As the lights reached their limit, the sound of something being thrown against the door echoed through the room as the door to her chamber was sharply rattled. Right then, the lights seemed to go back to normal. The door them opened slowly, revealing a figure.

A woman with pallid skin, a somber expression, a shaved head, what looked like ceremonial garbs, and wholly yellow eyes that glowed in the dark stepped into view. She wasn’t beautiful, but far from ugly. She just seemed… Average. She slowly, yet methodically walked onto Kara’s kryptonite podium, which seemed threatening to the Kryptonian. The woman lightly touched Kara’s cheek, and held a finger to her lips.

Immediately, Kara felt something in her throat. After much gagging and coughing, the Kryptonian vomited blood all over the woman’s dress and coughed up her own vocal cords. Strangely, the woman’s garb stayed pristine, as if the blood had simply bounced right off it. Then, the woman slowly pried open one of Kara’s eyes, reached in, and effortlessly plucked an eye from its socket. What should’ve been screams were reduced to a gargling sound as the woman slowly did the same to first Kara’s other eye, her tongue, and her nose. All the while, the woman’s expression did not change. Didn’t even twitch.

The woman then traced her finger from the top of Kara’s septum to her navel and drew her hand back. A red line faded into view as Kara started to violently shake, struggling against her restraints. Without warning, the line gave way, spilling out more internal organs and blood than Kara could ever supply. After the show, the room was covered in three feet of blood and organs, with Kara’s body cavity empty. Yet still the woman’s clothes were clean.


Sending another presence in the room, the woman turns to face the new occupant and kneels down, as if ready to accept punishment. FINISH HER!

Virgil belongs to Akuma Kira, not me!