Lava light flickered across the polished obsidian throne as Kara Zor-El sat with quiet command, one leg draped over the armrest, her gaze fixed on the eternal-night sky beyond the towering glass wall of her citadel. The moon hung low above the Empire of London, its surface gleaming like a silver coin awaiting ownership. Around her, the members of her harem stood in disciplined silence—Gwen, Rogue, Natasha, Mystique, Storm, and Jean Grey—each wearing the subtle, alert posture of women who knew they were part of something far bigger than themselves. The stillness was broken only by the bubbling flow of magma tracing the base of the throne, giving the room a molten heartbeat.
"We've conquered the land," Kara said, swirling a thin glass of molten silver in her hand. "Now we conquer the stars."
Rogue folded her arms and leaned casually against a support beam, her eyebrow lifting. "You mean like space-stars?"
"No, the ones in your cereal," Kara replied dryly. "Yes, space-stars. Moon first. Mars next. Eventually, the cosmos. And every step will be paved in black marble and gold."
Gwen blinked. "We're really going to the moon?"
Kara rose to her feet, her obsidian and gold cape flowing behind her like a sentient shadow. "Ladies… we're not just going. We're staying."
She gestured to the holomap now flickering to life in front of them, a crimson and gold grid stretching from Earth's surface to the lunar orbit and beyond. "Phase One is already in motion. A hidden base, carved into the moon's crust. Phase Two? Mars colonization. A hub of interstellar influence—powered by our own stolen fusion technology. Eventually? Planetary dominion, one miserable rock at a time."
Natasha scribbled notes into a sleek black tablet, while Storm tilted her head. "What about interference? NASA?"
"Let them try," Kara said with a small exhale. "By the time they notice, we'll already have a city under the moons' surface."
Rogue whispered to Gwen, "Evil tea shops on the moon. I'm so opening one."
Jean snorted faintly.
"And of course," Kara added, "any empire worth its weight in gold builds underground. And thanks to Elvis, we're rather weighted."
A red glow built in the center of the chamber. Wanda Maximoff stepped forward from the shadows, her fingers weaving slow, deliberate sigils into the air. Crimson magic coiled like smoke, forming a swirling vortex that pulsed with layered screams and soft whispers, a portal unlike any Earth had ever seen.
"I'm calling them Chaos Gates now," Wanda said as the magic expanded. "Deliciously evil, aren't they?"
Jean tilted her head. "It's always more impressive when the portal screams back."
Wanda smiled as her spell tightened its focus. "I've magically locked onto Kara's body. The portal will use Kara as an anchor so we can follow her through the atmosphere and into the void of space."
"Excellent," Kara said, cracking her neck. "Time to stretch my wings."
With a single leap, Kara shot through the ceiling's blast hatch, streaking into the sky like a thunderclap given form. The air cracked and bent as she broke through the stratosphere, leaving behind a glittering contrail of raw, unfiltered villainy. Past satellites, past ozone, until finally she landed on the surface of the moon in a burst of ash and silver dust, her heels digging into ancient rock.
From above, the Earth glowed with ignorant serenity.
Below, Wanda's Chaos Gate tore itself open behind her.
The first squad of Juggernauts marched out in reinforced lunar armor, their boots hissing against the powdery surface. Behind them came massive drills, atmospheric shield generators, seismic stabilizers, and portable tunnel-rigs. Kara gestured silently. The work began immediately.
The crust cracked open under their equipment, and the Juggernauts bored downward with clinical precision. Within the hour, a chamber large enough to house a city's skeleton was taking shape—metal plates, scaffolding, and airlocks already forming the foundations. Obsidian walls framed with gold struts gleamed beneath floodlights. Red hazard lights blinked along every passage. The glow of fusion cores—courtesy of Dr. Otto—began to stabilize internal pressure and radiation shielding.
Inside the sealed dome, Rogue coordinated the shipment manifests. "We're bringing in the house husbands next week," she said, ticking a box. "They'll do the cooking, gardening, pastry crafting, and evil-themed dry-cleaning."
Gwen peeked over her shoulder. "Did we finish the villainous laundry training course?"
Rogue nodded. "Three sessions. One orbital drop test. They passed."
Storm stood at the dome's edge, arms raised, eyes glowing faintly as she regulated pressure with her weather control. "Atmosphere's holding. One gust at a time."
Kara floated above the construction, arms folded, eyes narrowing against the winds of space. "This… is the beginning," she said. "This is where we rise beyond the Earth's shackles."
Mystique emerged from the shadows, arms crossed beneath her cloak. "So… Mars next?"
"Oh yes," Kara said with a slow nod. "But first—tea on the moon."
They gathered beneath the chaos dome—an enormous crimson shield crackling overhead, anchoring breathable air within and casting a faint bloodlight on the crater walls. From within, the Empire's banner unfurled, etched in starlight and shadow: Kara's sigil, radiant in violet flame.
Kara turned her eyes toward Earth. It shimmered in the sky, innocent and unaware.
"Let them gaze up and wonder," she whispered. "Never realizing it belongs to me now."
Behind her, Juggernauts dug deeper. Machines purred. Fusion cores hummed with ambition. Beneath the surface, an empire was being born—one breath, one shovel, one gleaming steel panel at a time.
The silence of the void crept in around them. The stars watched. But they would not remain untouched.
For the Empire of London had claimed the moon—and soon, the heavens would kneel too.
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