*The Boys & Godborn crossover*
Dakota Justice the daughter of Zeus and certainly not from the world of superheroes worshipped as celebrities. After being tossed into this world, Dakota decides to make the most of it by teaming up to bring down the c...
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Even after my 'powerful' statement, Stan Edgar decided he wasn't going to let me go. It was probably less about me being a Godborn and whatever Willow had sent in her message. He'd told me that he would 'consider' me being a 'backup' to The Seven and then sealed me in a suite that I couldn't get the elevator doors open for.
It was a bare suite with a television and a bed, a couch pushed up against the wall and the walls all painted the same shade of green.
After pounding on the doors for a few minutes, I gave up and settled on the couch to flip through the tv and acquaint myself with this world and its people. The same celebrities appeared on screen but there were new movies, new sponsorships, and people I didn't recognize. Vought seemed to be slapped on everything. That was suspicious. There was a Vought news network, Vought TV, Vought sponsorships on everything, and they were everywhere screaming about how great of a future they would make.
Settled deep on the couch cushions, I could feel someone's eyes on me. The electrical current in their body was calling out to me and I shifted, angling myself enough that I could look out the large bay windows to see outside the tower. They were lightning proof, I'd already tried, and I couldn't break the lock on the window even with my abilities given to me by Hermes.
Most Godborns had regenerative abilities and though mine were slower than most, I could heal from almost anything as long as it was set properly. Hermes, though I was a fourth generation descendent of him, had given me the ability to unlock most things and move faster than the average human. It was my father Zeus who had given me my true powers.
Zeus, King of the Gods and the Skies, was known for his lightning and control of the weather. But he was also a shapeshifter like most of the other gods and the god of law, order, and justice. It was only fitting that my mother's maiden name had been Justice. My power dwelled in controlling lightning and feeling electrical currents. They always felt just out of reach but I could yank on them though I had never done it with a human. There was also always a tingle in my hands when someone lied to me.
My power slithered out, seeking out the electric current in whoever was watching me, and I turned, meeting Homelander's gaze with a steely one of my own. I don't trust you. I don't trust you. A false god, a false idol, manufactured by these people.
He was floating just outside my window, arms folded across his chest. He lifted one gloved hand and forced a clearly false smile.
The weather rolled overhead, lightning crackling above him. His head tipped back, sharp chin pointing at the heavens. Strike him down.
Would he be scared of you if he knew what you had done? The thought appeared and I remembered the bite of the shovel in my palms as I raised it over Zeus' throat, my boot pushing down on his skin, and then the sickening crunch, the resistance, and the bloodstains on my favorite pair of jeans.
Yes, I had killed Zeus, King of the Gods.
And my body had been scarred in retaliation. The blood red seal of Zeus, a thunderbolt on the head of a bull, had been burned into my right forearm. A sign to all believers that I had done the impossible and slaughtered the god.
Lightning thrashed overhead, fat raindrops splattering on my windows.
Homelander's face shifted back to me. I fixed my stance and let the lightning roar through my veins, a bolt striking from overhead just missing him. His eyes didn't betray anything but the current in his body shifted just enough that I knew I had at least surprised him.
Good.
Reaching up, I closed the curtains and went to the bed, curling up on my side under the covers. Find William Butcher. Who the fuck is William Butcher?
