Diana Prince’s apartment - 2014

A day off. It was bliss. Every day this week Diana had been running around after some supervillain or other but today, the JLA communicator hadn’t gone off once and Diana was making the most of it.

Her uniform and weapons were sat in a pile in the corner of the room, the Lasso of Truth curled on top of the pile.

Diana had spent the whole day doing nothing and now she was ready to sleep. She slipped off her gown and tumbled onto the bed, moaning quietly as the silk sheets touched her bare skin. Soon she drifted off into a deep sleep.

An hour or so later, with Diana slumbering a small light appeared in the corner of her bedroom. Gradually it grew, lighting up the room with a dull red glow. In the middle of the light a pool of blackness formed, it’s surface rippling. Suddenly an object flew through the portal and landed at the foot of Diana’s bed. As quickly as it had opened the portal vanished, the only trace of its existence was the black writhing lasso.

A soul as dark as Darkseid’s could not be contained for long. The lasso was merely a temporary prison. All the evil it contained had to go somewhere and the dull consciousness bestowed on the lasso by the Amazonian gods was insufficient to contain it.

The lasso flopped around in the darkness until it hit something soft. Flesh. Quickly it wrapped itself around Diana’s calf then slowly pulled itself further up her leg, wrapping itself round and round as it crept higher and higher. Diana moaned in her sleep as it crept past her YYYY. It slowly gripped her tighter and tighter, moving until the tip of the lasso was wrapped around Diana’s neck. Diana gasped as something flowed into her body.

Diana was dreaming. She was surrounded by nothing, just a white void. Not surrounded by nothing, there were voices. Hundreds of voices. Everyone she’d ever touched with the lasso were talking to her. “Bitch, whore,” they screamed, but one voice was louder than the others. It was her own voice, but darker, huskier.

“Let me in Diana,” she whispered.

“Who are you?”

“I’m you. I’m the new you. Amazon Princess with the darkest soul that has ever existed. Such evil. You couldn’t resist.”

“Get away from me, I’ll never give in to you. I’ll never be evil.”

“Oh it’s too late for that my dear. You just don’t know it yet.”

A finger touched her on the shoulder. Diana spun to face it.

A tall, curvaceous woman stood in front of her, clad in wicked looking green outfit, showing off immense cleavage and long powerful legs. She wore a mask that covered most of her face and possessed demonic looking horns.

“What’s wrong Diana, don’t you recognise me?” she said lifting the mask for a moment. Diana gasped as she saw her own face, wickedly smiling back at her. Her twin’s eyes glowed unnaturally, shifting between green, red and white, never showing her pupils.

Wonder Woman lashed out, landing a heavy blow on her doppleganger’s chest. She grunted then laughed.

“You can’t hurt me, I’m you, only better.”

Diana pulled out her lasso and whipped it at the woman, wrapping her up in its coils. She twisted her around and pulled her to the ground, struggling to strangle the strange apparition.

As she pulled tighter she began to feel the cord of her lasso on her own throat.

“You’re only hurting yourself,” laughed the evil Diana. “Let me in and this will all be over.”

It was no use, there was nothing Diana could do. She pushed the woman away and saw she still had hold of the end of Diana’s lasso.

“I can’t lie to you when I’m holding this so hear me now. I will win. There is nothing you can do to prevent that. All submitting to me would do is to stop the torment I can bestow upon you.”

She flicked out a long, almost clawed nail and dragged it down her own chest. Diana screamed as a long deep cut appeared on her own body. Again and again the evil woman cut herself and Diana felt the pain.

“Stop,” she cried. “I submit.”

“That’s all I wanted to hear.”

With a final cut the woman slashed her own throat. Diana’s head flopped backwards, her throat cut from ear to ear.