Epilogue; Susan returns, one year later...

She was dead! She was dead and she knew it! Her evil twin, her darkness, her… Malice, she ATE her! She was gone. Everything she was, gone. Everything that made her who she was, gone… So why was she still able to think about that?

Slowly opening her eyes, Susan found herself alive, alive and well in a place she didn’t recognise. There was light… EVERYWHERE. Soft and warm it filled her very core, giving her a sense of peace and contentment, she never knew she could feel. Looking down she found her delicate hands, feeling her sky-blue fingers rub together before inspecting the rest of her body. She was whole, in her draenei form, wearing a billowing soft white gown that fit her tall curvaceous form yet still accentuated her toned legs and ample chest. Checking herself over, she inspected her body and tail, her fluttering silver wings, her long flowing platinum hair and her many horns, pausing when she spotted something new overhead. There was a light there, something that felt warm to the touch as it nestled between her many horns above her head. “What’s this?”

“That’s your HALO, you’ve earned it.”

Turning to see the source of the voice, Susan was taken back when she found herself surrounded by… Well, Angels! They were perfect, handsome, young and gave off a glow that was pleasant and inviting. Each wearing robes that were much like Susan’s but more modest.

“W-where am I? Am I dead?”

The group of heavenly beings looked to each other before floating over to join the blue skinned demon woman, the closest one lifting Susan’s hands to comfort her while darting her eyes away. “Well… Yes, but at least you’re not bound to oblivion like the others.”

“I’m not?”

“Oh no! For what you did back on Earth? We pay attention to things like that!” Answered another Angel, going over a clipboard and rummaging through papers. “The charities, the kindness, the healings, the people you redeemed… The salacious behaviour we kinda frown on but… Well… You WERE a succubus after all.”

“Yeah… Baby steps after all.”

Blinking in confusion, she finally pieced together in her mind where she was; The warm light, the angels, the ever-present sense of peace and tranquility. “Am I in Heaven?”

“GIVE THE GIRL A PRIZE EVERYONE! She figured it out!” Cheered one of the angels, the lot showering her with congratulations as they each shook her hands or gave her a hug, one even giving her a kiss on the forehead. “Specifically, you’re in the third circle of Heaven, the realm of the loving and compassionate, you are going to LOVE it here!”

“Wait! My friends, my FAMILY! Malice is still down there, who knows what damage she’s doing back on Earth.” Worried Susan, making some space between her and the angels trying to help her adjust. “I have to go back!”

“Well… You can’t go back.” Yelping in shock, the angel was caught off guard when Susan grabbed the winged woman by the scruff of her robes and pulled her close, her golden eyes glowing brighter in intensity. “Send… Me… Back!”

“You CAN’T! N-not for a while, you don’t have the energy to manifest on Earth, not yet anyway.” Explained the one angel in her grip before Susan let her go. “If you went back now, you’d only be there for a second and end up back here and start all over.”

“Then why aren’t YOU going down there?!”

“We DO!” Called out the angel, her voice echoing over the entire realm and making Susan lose her grip over her. Shocked. Seeing the angel angry for the first time being there. “We go there all the time, CONSTANTLY! Every time someone gets better from the cold, or from a scraped knee, or falls in love or heals from a broken heart, THAT’S US!!!!!”

“We’re always going to Earth, every second we can give up doing so, but we can ONLY be down there for seconds at a time because we can’t bring ourselves to stop, wouldn’t you?!”

She finally got it, they give everything, they give everything they have and never took anything back to keep up their strength, and because of that they could only get their strength in the light of this paradise they hail from. Wringing her hands and grimacing in anguish, Susan felt like crying until one of the angels gently placed a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. Slowly calming down, Susan looked to the dozens of angels now arriving to surround her. “How long do I need? To go back and stop Malice from destroying the Earth.”

“A year. A year’s worth in this place would give you the power to return to Earth with enough strength to stay there as long as you need.”

Breathing in slowly, Susan closed her eyes and slowly nodded, then opening them again with determination. “Then show me what I can do in that year, I’m going to need all the help I can get.”

*

One year later…

The darkened clouds that swirled overhead of the city cleared briefly, showing sunlight cutting through the darkness until it shone over the cracked and ruined streets. Very quickly, that light began to take form, solidifying until it took the form of a beautiful woman with cloven feet, a prehensile tail and white feathery wings. Her arms outstretched, Susan Storm fully manifested on Earth in the heart of New York, her horns gleaming in the eye of sunlight before the clouds blotted it out, leaving the only light to come from her golden eyes and the shining ring of light between her horns. Opening her eyes and looking down at her hands, the draenei woman breathed in the air and sighed at the terrible sight.

“Good lord… What has she done to this place?”

New York city had become a hellscape! Ruins of former skyscrapers filled the horizon along with rivers of molten slag and fire. The streets were barren and ruined where the husks of cars littered the streets along with stalagmites of molten stone and plumes of choking black smoke and soot. The sky was black with dark clouds and thunder could be heard over the churning storm that didn’t look like it would ever end. Across the street she could make out the remains of the SHIELD helicarrier crashed and abandoned on its side eight blocks away.

“I have to find everyone, find a way to undo this nightmare!”

Spreading her wings, Susan took to the sky, hoping to get a better view of the city and find out where her friends and family were. No sooner had she managed to get over the roof of a five-story building when a large red mass body tackled her in the air and slammed through the wall of the next building across the street, and the one behind that. Tumbling through the many holes in the walls, Susan managed to get back on her hands and knees to get up and find herself looking up at the hulking monstrosity that attacked her. Whatever it was stood hunched over on all fours and was covered in chipped red scales and jutting boney spikes, a row of spines lining down its back to the saurian tail swishing behind it. Its face was a bear trap of mismatching fangs and teeth that drooled bile that sizzled on the floor, burning holes into the woodwork. Her black eyes looking wild with uncontained lust and rage as it smiled back at Susan regaining her footing.

“FLOOZIE SUZIE BACK! SHHHHHHULK BITE OFF FLOOZIE SUZIE’S HEAD!” With a roar, the beast lunged for Susan, intent on carrying out its threat until Susan raised her hand and stopped the monster in mid air, letting it roar and growl, flailing its limbs to struggle impotently, contained in a bubble of light. “RAAAARRRRR! EAT YOU! EAT YOU LIKE MALICE DID!”

“Let’s find out who you are…” Bringing a delicate finger up to point between the monster’s eyes, the beast snapped its jaws at Susan until she finally pressed her finger against it’s forehead, causing it to stop stiff. Tracing her finger down its nose, its jaws and down the creature’s neck to its chest, Susan pinched her fingers together and pulled. The moment she did, the creature cried out as its root of evil was pulled, a slithering greasy serpent that coiled and thrashed in between Susan’s fingers before it was plucked free and crushed in her grip, turning to black dust between her fingers.

Then the beast was let go as a transformation occurred, the red bled out of its scales into a sky blue, becoming smooth and unblemished, the boney spikes receding back and disappearing. Its body became more feminine, developing a narrow waist, wider hips and ample chest where its sagging breasts filled and became full and round. Platinum hair suddenly grew out its boney scalp, growing long and silky smooth as it pooled and billowed down its shoulders and back. By now the it became a she, gasping and panting as talons reverted to delicate fingers and toes, the fanged filled maw becoming humanoid with only the faintest hint of fangs and pursed lips. Breathing in sharply and sitting up from the floor, the monstrosity reared ap and transformed back into the draenei Jennifer Walters, collapsing into the lap of Susan who had fallen to catch the now sobbing woman.

“Oh GOD Susan, you have NO idea what she’s done… What she MADE me do! I couldn’t… I couldn’t control myself…”

“Shhh… I’m here now, don’t worry, we can fix this.” Letting the former She-Hulk cry in her lap, Susan listened to the woman tell her everything that had happened since she had been defeated.

*

Coughing and wheezing on the floor of her throne room, Malice hissed when the pain in her chest finally relented. Darting her fiery eyes across her slaves and minions who backed away at their mistress, Malice stood to her full height and scowled.

“Having chest pains your majesty?” Called out Doctor Strange, sitting in his rot-iron cage which hung nearby, mere feet from the throne it hung near like a canary cage. “I’d offer a remedy but, you know… I wont.”

“Silence wizard…” Hissed the 14-foot-tall she-demon, her chipped cloven feet stomping back to her throne with her saurian tail dragging behind her. She was massive, solid with muscle and curves from the many thousands of souls she had fed off over the year, her figure both perfect and horrifying all at once. Chorded muscles twitched as she climbed each step, her red skin covered in animated tattoos of wanton carnality and pain, a living tapestry of salaciousness marred only by the dozens of silver rings and studs and other piercings that linked chains across her hulking body in the form of a skirt and corset. Her six breasts stood proudly from her chest like ripe pumpkins and were just as large, linked together by chains that pierced her many nipples and caged her bulging chest. Behind her, her draconian wings flapped, sending plumes of black soot and smoke to fill the chamber and cause her prisoner to cough. Turning to sit on her throne of bones, the massive dragon demon woman snorted and rested her chin on her taloned hand, sneering with fanged teeth out to her army of minions.

Her face was perfect, beautiful… And monstrous. Silver ring piercings made up her eyebrows, the bridge of her nose and a single ring pierced the center of her lower lip. Her horns, black as coal loomed over her head like the antlers to a prize bull moose, 10 feet across and dripping of black ichor. Her hair, once silky and black was now a black flame that grew and thrashed with her emotions, spilling down her back and shoulders as if her flesh was on fire.

“Sssssomeone intrudes on my kingdom… One I recognise…” Malice hissed with her forked tongue, studded down its length with steel bolts like a perverse fleshy ladder. Raising a claw to get the attention of her horde of minions. Five stepped forward and bowed, making Malice smile, her black lips pulled back to reveal her fangs. “I do not know how she has returned, but this is MY kingdom now, she has no place in it.”

“So, what are you going to do? Send a gang of broken sex toys at her?” Stephen Strange scoffed.

“Why YES! My FIRST broken toys ever since I built this kingdom, after all… The most delicious pain is the one caused by the ones you love…” Laughing from her throne, the monstrous queen of hatred waved to the five that bowed before her. Reed Richards; a tangled, outstretched mass of limbs and horns. Johnny Storm; a searing hellfire screamingly silently on his knees. Ben Grimm; A hunched over hulk of blacked stone where lave dripped from the grooves and cracks. And lastly Franklin and Valaria Storm; the two forcibly matured to adulthood and broken in ways that made them an insult to pain itself. All of them corrupted and twisted into demonic slaves and personally broken by her cruel hand.

“GO MY FRIGHTFUL FIVE! GO FORTH AND FIND THE INTRUDER TO MY KINGDOM, LET HER KNOW WHAT PAIN TASTES LIKE, THE FLAVOUR OF DESPAIR AND WOE, GO NOW!!!”

Bowing, they left their queen to face Susan, their queen’s laughter echoing from the throne room of what was left of the Baxter building, now a craggy, and aged spire of stone and metal overlooking the hellscape of New York city.

The end? Or the beginning?