It goes great

Condiment Wizard stood at the center of the high building they had chosen. Teekl and Klarion were off to the side watching him eagerly, wanting the fun to start already. Condiment put out both hands and conjured forth his magic ketchup. Two streams of ketchup came came forth, whirling around him, at first, then they went and circled the building, going to the lowest floor. The magic ketchup shot out red lighting as it went, fueling the runes that covered the building.

The runes lit up, and as the ketchup reached the bottom, red storm clouds formed at the bottom of the building; these red storm clouds were mirrored above. They came without warning to those above five giant clouds roaring with red lighting. The mountains of the Himalayas were suddenly under siege as the clouds shot hundreds of red lightning bolts at them.

Condiment Wizard took more control of the red clouds, having them come together to form a huge red cloud in the shape of his face. He cackled with mad laughter as he was filled with joy and pride at commanding so much power over the sky once again. The laughter transferred to his red cloud head and caused thunder to boom out across the mountains. This caused a dozen avalanches across the area, surprising Condiment Wizard, as he hadn't been able to do that last time.

"This chaos really does make everything better." Condiment Wizard said aloud, impressed with how chaos not only amplified the power of the red lighting but also allowed him to speak through his red clouds as well. He heard an "ahem" from behind him; he turned and saw Klarion giving him a raised eyebrow and figured out what Klarion wanted him to do.

"I am Meshta, and I have you as well as the world you have made wanting! Be destroyed in the wraith of my red storm!" Condiment roared through his stotl cloud head. Lighting burst out of the dark holes that made up the eye sockets with his cloud head. Every word came with a burst of thunder that seemed to shatter the mountains. Klarion laughed in joy at the destruction, and Teekl hissed happily along with him.

"I'll leave you to your cloud toy. I got people watching to get to." Klarion stated, then disappeared with Teekl in tow. Condiment Wizard stood there surprised for a moment, thinking that Klarion would have more requests for what he should say through his storm cloud head. In the end he guessed he was still a bit miffed about earlier. He put out Klarion's strange jealousy over his cat and got back to his storm cloud head.

He had always thought that pretending to be a god had always been about power and control. Now though, as he had fun shouting threats of an apocalypse in thunderclaps and shot lighting from his cloud eyes. He realized that just having fun was a good enough reason to do it. Though in the grand scheme of things he wasn't doing that much damage.

He was messing up the mountain he was on and the general area around it, but the people weren't near him and were actually a couple of mountains away. Though he had no doubt he was scaring the shit out of them and causing them to flee for their lives. He thought on that for a moment and came to a funny question: were there any shadow and snake-based heroes? If there were, that would make this perfect.

The entire switch of the god that was supposed to remake the world into a paradise, destroying everything nearby with lightning and thunder. While the champion of snakes and darkness, the domains of his rival, saved the day, it would probably blow the minds of the nearby worshippers. Though when the Justice League came to stop him, they'd probably make it clear it was him, not Meshta, that had actually done it.

Which was rather a compliment in the grand scheme of things. The fact international heroes would have to stop him was one thing, but the fact they would have to make it clear he was a god as well just put him in an upper class of evil wizard. Honestly, things were going so well at the moment. He wondered if he should try something else. Well, he was doing his ketchup lighting magic.

Amy Mercedes was surprised honestly with how well things were going at the moment. Her dead master was a hole in her heart; it hurt her every moment of the day that she desperately wished he would fill it with his cock, but for now she would have to make do without him for a moment. As long as she served his will from beyond the grave, she could keep going.

She looked down from the top floor of their build, looking at the left-over devastation from a couple of nights ago, and wondered how the hell they got away with it. She should be in jail, her employees being examined top to bottom, and her building being turned apart by investors looking for any evidence to point to why they had done what they did. None of that was happening; it had been explained to her why that had happened, but she was still having problems believing it.

Effectively, the reason she had gotten away with it was there was too much going on. The gang/mafia sat was keeping a lot of police busy, and those they had turned weren't going to make a point of it to the police. Those that had tried to be witnesses, such as boyfriends, brothers, and fathers, had all been gaslit into believing they had been seeing things due to another villain attack.

So in the clear Amy was left to figure out what to do next. Her master was not here to order her what she was supposed to do. She felt a tingle go down her spine and into her lower girly parts at thinking of her master telling her what to do. She touched herself with one hand and choked herself with the other, imagining Condiment Wizard treating her like a cheap sex toy.

She stopped herself before she could finish in the end. "Only good, successful girls get to finish." Any whispered to herself, then shook herself to get her mind on track. She needed to find her master's body. Which was proving difficult; well, she did have connections to international companies more than willing to tell where her master's body was if they knew where. The problem was none of them knew, as it was clear someone with a superpower or magic stole her master's body.

Her company contacts knew nothing about either, so they were out. She didn't know where magic users were, and she wasn't in the meta human business. So she didn't have contacts to contact on either front. That left her to wait on the three Batwomen to tell her where he was when they found him. That's if they tell her, which, considering how secretive they were, wasn't likely. So with no way forward on that front, she got back to her task of getting the mustard dye out.

She was still dealing with the union and mafia bullshittiness, so she couldn't get her product out the usual way. Though as she had been brainstorming, she came up with two other ways and had put things in motion so they would happen. The two plans would take careful planning, but she believed they should work wonderfully.

One needed a great location. She needed it to be easily accessible but not in danger of being shot up by the gang/mafia war. It was tough to ask, but she believed she found the perfect spot; her employees were double-checking the site and would be getting it ready if it proved to be the good spot. If things went well on this plan, they would have the woman at the city kneeling at her master's statues within the week.

The other plan needed something far more difficult than a location. It needed signed and approved paperwork in triplicate. Her staff was working overtime to get it done, but it should all be filled out and the plan good to go. If that plan worked and the paperwork paid off, she would have a product she could sell throughout Gotham without the bloody Mafia unions getting in the way. She couldn't wait for the results of her plans to bear yellow bimbo fruit.