When a foul-mouthed Cold War veteran with a cigar dangling from her lips woke up in the twenty-first century, she never imagined she’d be forced into a frilly white dress and packaged as Vought’s newest “Sweetheart Angel.”
In public, she was a perfect saint with pure white wings and a healing smile. In private, she was a ruthless killing machine.
Facing the brainwashing and control of the executives and the Seven’s hypocritical revelry, she let out a cold laugh and revealed her trump card: an “anti-Compound” capable of stripping away every superpower.
You want to play at creating gods? Then I’ll bring about the twilight of the gods.
From secretly taking down out-of-control second-tier supes to gradually bringing the Seven to heel, she maintained the purest public image while delivering the deadliest blows, plunging Vought’s entire leadership into an unfamiliar terror.
Then one day, the arrogant Homelander arrived, determined to make the new sweetheart submit completely.
But she pulled heavy firepower from beneath her skirt and ground her cigar out against his chest plate. Metal wings spread with a thunderous roar. “I hear you want to be a god. I’ll pull your plug myself.”
Very good, just one question, why are you still holding back even though the Black Robe Team is going to kill you and cripple you? It seems that everyone in the black robe will stop them from attacking? Is this love?
Now it looks very nice and interesting. [I learned it] Do I need to write cp later?