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Blackfire had been traversing the infinite night of space for what felt like eternity. Alone, hunted, and infamous, she was a comet of chaos amid galaxies that were under the influence and rule of Raven. The goddess's shadow fell over every world, and her followers—converted or conquered—carried out her will with the zeal of fanatics.
For Blackfire, there was no refuge, safe place, no safe home. Every light in the void was another lantern pursuing and attacking her, every wormhole a risk but one she took to traverse the cosmos, every star system a possible trap. She fought, she killed, and she ran. Her journey was written in blood—hers and her enemies'. She had become quite the rogue and had grown stronger with each trial.
She moved now, bruised but defiant, through a debris field left by her most recent massacre—a running battle against a squadron of lanterns from every color, each one desperate to earn the goddess's favor by bringing her down.
They had cornered her near the remains of a shattered moon, a ten-man squad: two Green Lanterns, one Red, two Blue, a Violet, a Sinestro Corpsman, and three others, all armed and burning with their ring's power.
The battle exploded from a silent flight in outer space to massive explosions, attacks and different colour constructs of the lanterns. Blackfire hurled herself forward, her hands covered in black bolt energy. The first Green Lantern threw up a wall, but she simply phase-shifted through it, a skill she had learned in her journey and grabbed him by the throat. His ring flashed a warning—then his head exploded in a shower of green energy as she crushed his windpipe, ring and all.
A Red Lantern shrieked and charged, vomiting a plume of liquid fire. Blackfire weaved through the inferno, spinning and slicing through the air, her skirt and crop top singed but still hanging on to cover what they could. She seized the Red Lantern by the arm, wrenched it backwards until bone and ring both snapped, and then impaled him with his own jagged limb, spraying gore across her exposed skin and torn outfit. She was much faster and stronger than the lanterns these days hence why they go in large groups like this after her.
A Sinestro Corpsman wrapped her in a coil of fear energy. Blackfire just laughed, her free breast that defied gravity bouncing from her torn crop top as she rolled through the grasp, then shattered the yellow construct with a pulse of her own black bolt power. She closed the distance in a blink and rammed her knee into his groin, ending his legacy there and then, then followed with an elbow to the face that crushed his jaw. He floated, stunned, and she finished him with a kiss of black fire that ate him from the inside out.
The Violet Lantern tried to restrain her with bonds of love, but Blackfire was a force of pure, carnal hate and survival. She let the bonds wrap her, letting them squeeze her curves—her ass, round and jiggling in the ruined skirt, her breasts half out of the crop top—but then she flexed, letting her own energy snap the ring's construct and reverse the pulse, blasting the Violet Lantern's chest open with a single black bolt.
The two Blues worked together, weaving a net of hope, trying to ensnare her. "We can help you!" they pleaded.
"There is no way to resist what's coming to you!" Blackfire cackled, a feral grin splitting her bloodstained lips. She zigzagged between their beams, grabbed one by the leg, and swung him like a club into his partner. Both went flying—she followed, snapped one's neck with her thighs, and tossed him aside, then finished the other with a savage uppercut that sent his head spinning off into the darkness.
Three more—Green, Orange, and Indigo. The Green Lantern formed a massive cannon; Blackfire took the shot dead-on, her own shield absorbing most of the blow, but the force tore her skirt further, exposing her perfect ass and smooth shaven slit for a moment as she tumbled.
"Tch. That attack was so weak I could have stopped it with my hands." She spun, caught herself, and answered with a point-blank energy pulse that vaporized the Green Lantern, leaving only smoking gloves and a ring behind.
The Orange Lantern tried to greedily steal her energy, but Blackfire's power was chaos incarnate. She let him siphon, then reversed the flow, overloading his ring and bursting him like a rotten melon, showering the last Indigo Lantern with orange gore.
"You are no longer worthy to be my playmates anymore? Gone are the days when you would bully me in numbers. But now it looks like you are all outmatched. Surrender now, and I will make your death quick." She said menancingly as she slowly turned to the remaining lantern.
The Indigo tried to reason, tried to touch her mind with compassion, but Blackfire was done. She blitzed in, grabbed the Indigo by the face, and with a scream of rage and exhaustion, she slammed his head into an asteroid, again and again, taking her time just to tell him why he should have surrendered peacefully until there was nothing left but pulp and floating teeth.
Bodies and rings floated in her wake. Blackfire, breathing hard, energy leaking from wounds and the tatters of her costume, conjured a robe of black bolt energy to shield and cover herself. She stole a nearby ship, set it for random wormhole jumps, and vanished into the galactic night, not stopping until she was sure no more Lanterns followed.
Through wormhole after wormhole, through systems where Raven's statues loomed on every world, through armadas patrolling for her, Blackfire ran, fought, and survived.
She grew leaner from exhaustion but harder, and even more beautiful in her deadly exhaustion. Her torn crop top revealed the fullness of her breasts—one nipple peeking out, her skin marked with blood, sweat, and starlight. Her mini skirt was in tatters, barely covering the curve of her ass, her long legs marked with bruises and glory. Sometimes, as she floated through a docking bay or landed on a shattered moon, even the most battle-hardened soldiers stopped to stare, their discipline slipping at the sight of her.
Now, as she entered the Milky Way, she was nearly spent. Every muscle ached, her energy flickered, and her left eye was gone—covered by a swirling, crackling patch of black bolt energy, giving her a pirate queen's savage beauty.
She saw, for the first time in years, a galaxy untouched by Raven's influence. It was a shock. She paused at the edge, letting the emptiness of space wash over her.
"Raven hasn't conquered here yet," Blackfire muttered. "How… quaint. Odd but I'll take it."
She set a course for the nearest system, hands trembling as she guided the battered ship through its final jumps. As soon as she was near a habitable world, she ejected herself into open space and flew—her robe billowing around her, her breasts and ass flashing as she spiraled toward the surface.
She crash-landed on a rocky planet, the impact carving a shallow crater. She lay there, face down, for minutes that felt like an eternity. The ground was cool. The silence was blissful. For the first time in what felt like years, no one was chasing her.
Unbeknownst to her, the planet's inhabitants—martians, green and shape-shifting, telepathic and cautious—watched the black-caped being fall from the sky. Sensors confirmed her alien nature, Tamaranian, and flagged her for immediate investigation.
Elite Martian squads assembled, hovering above her crater, analysing the danger. Blackfire didn't move; her power was low, but her senses were razor-sharp. She could feel them, hear their whispers through the psychic fog.
"Is she alive?"
"Can we take her?"
"Her energy is off the charts—like nothing we've seen. Should we call for backup?"
The Martians debated, but curiosity overruled caution. They advanced.
Blackfire waited until they were close—then unleashed a wave of black energy while she rested. The pulse swept out, silent and invisible to all but those it touched. The martians dropped instantly, dead before they could fire a shot.
One Martian commander, watching from afar, was appalled. "They… they… just died?" he asked in disbelief, his telepathic voice echoing through the command center.
"Yeah… that's how death works, Commander," came the dry reply of his subordinate, eyes glued to the screen.
The commander bristled. "You think I don't know that? Anyway, it's time to end this. Prepare the planet-destroying laser. It appears our target is someone with greater physiology than ours. I don't remember Tamaranians being this strong, anyway."
He issued the order, relaying telepathic commands across the network. Across the planet, massive machinery came to life, a doomsday weapon poised to erase Blackfire with a single shot.
But another telepathic signal, cold and calm, cut through the tension.
"Hold your fire, General. We need her. There is a far greater threat out there."
Suddenly, before anyone realized, a being of blinding light appeared on the screen. He floated above the surface—white aura, white jumpsuit, long hair flowing in zero gravity. His presence silenced the command center. The commander instinctively shrank away.
"Who are you?" the commander asked, voice trembling in his mind.
"I am not your enemy," the being replied, his aze focused on Blackfire's crater. "But she is one of our hopes against Raven."
Won't be posting chapters this week a apart from this, as I need a break. Hopefully, I get some things done quickly this week so we can resume your favourite futa fiction😩.
In a way, I think I am already writing a comic worthy alternate story if you exclude the spicy👄 chapters like the last chapter, lol😇.
Let's up those power stones you futa fiends😈!
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