Lay out your own vision

"You are strong," you agree, your lips brushing Girl 2.0's cheek, your bodies a hair's breadth apart. "I can tell. But an alpha doesn't share {if Futa==true}her territory. And she{else}his territory. And he{endif} definitely doesn't play sidekick well."

Zoe tsks, the sounds of her mouth loud in your ears. "Are you sure there's no way I can... persuade you... to our cause?"

You can feel every square millimetre of her lithe body as she sways forward, touching you{if Futa==true}r Amazonian build{endif} for just an instant before rocking back. You can sense the superhuman strength hidden in her muscles, the inhuman agility coiled within her like a spring. She would be a fantastic fuck. But your ambitions are bigger than one girl.

"Anything you can offer, I will take from you. Eventually."

Girl 2.0 steps back, her face hard, every iota of lust suddenly dispelled from her body language. Sara watches on cautiously from several paces away.

"Even if you were to anoint me leader of Humanity 2.0, I would not accept. Your cause seeks to divide this nation, this planet. I seek unity. Your philosophy is fuelled by hatred and ****; I want to build a world of true peace. One where every human, no matter what labels are placed on them today, is accepted and loved. Everyone finding meaning, passion and happiness, in the loving service of their {if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif}."

"So, you are just a megalomaniac," growls Zoe, shifting into a ready position. "I guessed from the name, but was hoping for better."

"Ouch," you wince. "The person who literally described themselves as better than everyone else thinks I have an ego. Don't worry, Zoe. You'll come round to my point of view."

Her eyes widen upon hearing you know her name, then her hand suddenly flicks up with inhuman speed to cover her face. A microsecond later, a red-tipped dart bounces harmlessly off her knuckles.

"Up there!" Zoe shouts, pointing at the balcony the dart came from. Suddenly a statue off to your left wavers and becomes a very much flesh-and-blood man of Chinese ethnicity, wielding an AK-47, who opens fire on the balcony. You see Khara dive for cover. The man turns the weapon towards you, but it's yanked out of his hands by an invisible ****, as Black Swan, in full costume, floats down from her place in the rafters. Girl 2.0 makes to run at you, but is tackled by the Contortionist, who quickly morphs into a duplicate of the purple-haired girl. Even her clothes flicker into an imitation of the girl's evening dress - a new invention you had IQ whip up.

Meanwhile, more of the cathedral is turning into people who want to fight you. A tomb shimmers into a blonde man, who seems to somehow absorb the momentum of a pew thrown by Black Swan, so it drops from the air. And a font turns into a redhead with bright green eyes shooting fire from her hand, towards you. Even as you recognise Missfire, you roll behind the altar, feeling the roaring heat of flames passing over your head. The flames cease, and you pop up to fire a round from your tranquiliser gun, only for the dart to be incinerated in another inferno. You glance to the side, to see the blonde dude shooting an energy beam at Rachel, who barely dodges, the ceiling exploding behind her, and wonder if perhaps you actually have bitten off more than you can chew here, leaving Gemini at home. With Missfire keeping you at range, you can't rely on your pheromones to neutralise your opponents.

You leap out of cover and fire twice more at Miss Fire, who somersaults backwards - right into a predictive shot from Miss Veritas. You glance up at the balcony, to see the ebony beauty looking at her dart gun somewhat disbelievingly. A mighty crash from across the cathedral draws your attention, and you turn to see that the Chinese guy - the Alchemist, you guess - has turned himself into solid titanium, and collided with one of the cathedral's great columns in an attempt to pin Rachel down.

"Shit, dude, you almost killed me!" A vase next to the column shimmers, turning into a white kid with short brown hair.

"Dr Illusion," explains Khara, fast-roping down from the balcony to land next to you. "They're the one who hid Zoe's friends."

Meanwhile, the blonde dude - who by process of elimination must be Recoil - looks between the two purple-haired girls as they grapple with one another. Noticing one of them is much more injured than the other, he takes aim - only to be hit with a pew, thrown by Rachel. Running past the redhead moaning and writhing on the floor, you leap to Sara's aid, landing two punches on Girl 2.0, which she barely seems to feel. She counter-attacks, and you have to back up under the flurry of punches. Miss Veritas joins you, and with her ability to read what the next attack will be, the two of you are just about able to hold her back.

Rachel, meanwhile, seems to have got the better of the Alchemist, slamming the Chinese man against the nave's stone floor with her telekinesis. With Recoil only just stirring from being hit by a pew, and Missfire incapacitated, Girl 2.0 jumps 20 metres out of reach with a graceful backwards somersault. "Illusion! Get us out of here!"

The non-binary kid nods, and stands spread-eagled. You raise your dart gun, but before you can shoot, smoke billows out of their mouth, and fire spreads from their feet, engulfing the entire cathedral with impossible swiftness. You make to run after Girl 2.0, but the incredible heat of the blaze stops you. You glance back at Missfire, only to see Miss Veritas is a step ahead, already guarding the writhing girl against rescue.

Black Swan glides through the smoke to hover in front of you, her already-revealing black outfit ripped and torn. "I lost them, master. I am sorry."

You nod curtly, and step closer to the flames, bracing yourself against the heat. Cautiously, you flick your hand through the fire. You don't feel a thing. Emboldened, you step forwards, until you are standing in the midst of a raging inferno, feeling the heat, seeing the flames, hearing their roar, but feeling no pain. Nor do you smell or suffocate on the smoke.

As quickly as it started, the conflagration extinguishes itself, leaving St Paul's mostly intact, empty but for you, Rachel, Sara, Khara, and the still-moaning Missfire.