They are happy unknowing of the future

Artemis helped lead her sisters in rebuilding the damaged parts of Themyscira. She was currently holding a damaged frame in place for the builders and architects to make the necessary repairs. She, one of the proud champions of the Amazons, was doing this because she had been beaten and captured. At least that's what she wanted the others to think.

The truth was she was using her tone to help builders and architects to look for what she needed. What Artemis needed was to find blind spots and places where she and the others could move without being noticed. It was a strange thing to be doing for so long; she would be one of those times to fix such weakness in their defenses. Now she was looking to not only find them but to widen them for her follow devotee.

Artemis found herself having to test the strange thought of being among the devotees. She had believed in the gods; of course, she lived on a magic island created with their blessings and walked with a woman who had been brought back by the goddess after they had been killed by abusers. For her not to recognize the gods' existence would be the same as denying the clouds above her head. Though believing in their existence was not the same as having faith.

She'd always been far more concerned with her martial skill than any matter of faith. Now though she was devoted more to devotees than those who'd gone to temples every day to pray to their god. For she had met her god; she had licked his cock and fondled his balls with care. The priestesses she knew for centuries hadn't been noticed by the gods they worshipped.

In fact, in the last hundred years, the only one the gods of Olympus seemed really concerned with was Diana, or Wonder Woman, as the outside world called her. If her sisters were honest with themselves as she was, they would all admit it was because Diana was one of theirs rather than any of her Amazon heritage. Though who her father was was a mystery, as Hippolyta has always stuck with the story of her being molded from clay. Though the stories of her lying with either Zeus or Hades were the far more likely story.

Though she didn't know which was the worst option. If Diana was a daughter of Hades, then her Amazon sister was a daughter of Taurus and had far more connections to demons and the damned than was comfortable. If Zeus had lived with Hippolyta, then that would have been one that caused many problems. As first was the question of consent, as it was well known that Zeus took beautiful women whether they were willing or not.

Then there was the problem that if it was true, she'd lie with Zeus, and Hera would seek vengeance on the Amazons for it, whether Hippolyta had been willing or not. Which was probably the reason Hippolyta was keeping her mouth shut. Artemis faces a sigh because there was no good chance she would have to deal with Amazon Demi, the goddess that could throw lightning at some point.

As Themyscira would fall, her god's daughter would rule it. All the Greek goddesses would be brought to kneel at his feet to prove their submission by degrading themselves for his amusement. The thought of it brought a wild smile to her face and heat between her legs. "Good to see the bright smile, Artemis. It seems that being captured hasn't brought low your warrior spirit." Diana said to Artemis as she approached.

"How could it? Just because a stranger squid ambushed me does not make me less of a warrior. In fact, if it were in front of me, I would defeat it handily, as I've not beaten a hundred of its kind before." Artemis said, making it clear that her defeat had not been true, just a beast taking advantage of her exhaustion in truth. Diana gave a bright smile in return.

"Easy to claim Artemis, but another to prove. Let's have a match and see if your skills haven't dulled as you claim," Diana said with an eager smile on her face, which Artemis thought was strange. As Diana would have been the first to put all her effort into rebuilding the damaged parts of the city. Not wanting to have a duel for no reason other than self-amusement.

"Of course, princess, you know I'm not one to back down from a challenge." Artemis said, wanting to see what exactly it was Diana was playing at. So she passed her lifting take onto another Amazon who was nearby and walked to a duel-filled nearby with Diana. The two women grabbed wooden swords and eyed each other for a moment.

Staring at each other from opposite ends of the dueling field. The stillness was broken by Artemis as she made the first attack. Diana dodged and countered, and so it went. Artemis made attempt after attempt while Diana dodged around her attacks. Eventually Artemis overcommitted and went up tipping too far forward. Diana took advantage and slapped her ass with the sword, causing a surprise gasp to come from Artemis as she fell to the ground.

Artemis looks up at Diana in total shock. As Diana looked back in total horror. Her eyes switched back and forth from Artemis to the training sword. She looked like the weird had somehow bitten her. Artemis got up laughing. "Look like you won." Artemis said before waking away as Diana stood silently behind her, going over in her head again and again why she would slap Artemis on her ass.

Before Artemis could get too far away Diana spoke up. " I'm sorry for the smack Artemis I expected you to dodge that. It just goes to show how much more skilled I've become. Don't worry Artemis you'll catch up eventually." Wonder woman said giving Artemis an encouraging look despite how much mockery of her fighting skills Diana had just said.

Artemis knew, though, and gave a short prayer at her God's greatness. He'd changed Diana in the time he'd been alone with her. Before, she would have respected anyone in a duel. Now she was mocking Artemis's attempts to fight her. It was clear her god had set a transformation in motion with Diana, and Artemis would get to worship her god once more at the side of Diana, a rather nice image of them two of them on their knees plicking his balls that she would have to use for pleasure later.

Far away from the island of Amazons, an asylum was making progress in their mission. The purge had been a bloody one but a quick one as well. Those not of Condiment Wizard will have found their true loyalty to him or were buried in a secret mass grave on their little island. All together the Arkum Asylum was now fully condemned to Wizards in his death.

Those responsible for taking it were at an impasse. As currently the asylum well ruled by those loyal to Condiment Wizards' grave, they were not so loyal to each other. So the asylum was effectively divided into four territories, each ruled by a different woman. Cheryl ran the security towers, making sure security was tight and that the asylum was functioning normally enough not to arouse suspicion.

Dr. Young ran the psych ward, which was now a house of horrors with the Batfamily busy with both local and international affairs; none of them were paying attention to Arkum Asylum. The Gotham police weren't asking too many questions either, just happy there were no major breakouts happening. This allowed Dr. Young to commit psychological experiments that would have her banned from medicine and locked up for life for just suggesting they were possible, much less actually doing them.

Some patients were on so many stimulations they could feel their piss vibrating inside of them. They were bouncing off walls that weren't there. Others were on so many depressants that each second felt like an eternity; a few swore they could see a fly's wing flapping so slowly they could count the number of times it happened in a second. Others were on so many hallucinogens that they were making love to their spouses while being chased by their childhood fears. How they were doing this, they now have an idea and should very much like to stop.

Dr. Young watched it all patiently, taking notes of every response and how well the patients could take her drugs before they overdosed. Her plan was simple: once she had mastered these drugs, she would use them to make all of Gotham live in the reality of her design. One that forced all those that lived in Gotham to worship her master as the superior being he was.

Elsewhere in the morgue and storage parts of Arkum Asylum was Nora. She stalked to the cold testing woman after woman. She forced the subject to not only endure the freeze of the freezers but also try to thrive in it. Before she had allowed any time like her now, she would test them in every metric she could. Those that failed would be left as warnings to others of the price of failure. Those that succeed would join her in her service.

She would have an army worthy of her task. She would use the magic in the ketchup that painted their hair red to create a red lightning storm and then freeze all of Gotham solid. It would be a monument to her savior's might, his great red lighting on display for all for eternity. It was an insane plan but one that showed her dedication to the one she obeyed.

Mrs. Zaheerin was in control of the medical wing, with all the nurses and tools being used for a single purpose. The perfection of what Condiment Wizard had done. He'd shown them purpose through his magic and given them strength through his blessing. Mrs. Zaheerin was taking this further, creating more bats of magic ketchup and using them in medical experiments. She was mixing it with a dozen different steroids and injecting it into patients in different ways to see if different entry points had altered the effects in any way.

The steroid mixing was to amplify the strength in effects she wished to create a superior race of red people. She would love in her world where her master was spoken of in fear and respect. As a red superior race dominated the world in her master's name and showed his might, it still influenced all the world even from the grave. These women were set on honoring their master in his death in any way they could.

The only hope Gotham had at the moment was not its heroes but its greatest dark wizard. Gotham could only hope that Condiment Wizard will return before the evil women in charge of Arkum Asylum get beyond the testing phase of their plans for Gotham, which will suffer greatly if he does not return to them soon.