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...Previously...
"Another fruitless evening," Winifred Pale grumbled to herself. Her efforts to conquer the human world were not going well. She had arranged nightly planning meetings with all of her minions in hopes of increasing her efficiency. These proved even less successful than the conquest itself. Tonight's meeting was especially frustrating due to the absence of Angela Morgan, whom she had not seen since that afternoon at school.
"The nerve of her, blowing off our meeting like that, leaving me with Hammer and the B-Team! Sure, she never has any ideas, but the moral support is equally importa--"
Winifred's rant was cut short by a clap of thunder followed by a booming voice.
"WINIFRED PALE," the heavens spoke.
Her attention captured, Winifred looked up. "Yes? Who said that?"
The clouds and the stars began to swirl and shimmer. The image of an incredibly (almost excessively) muscular woman filled Underborough's night sky. She was dressed in white and trimmed in gold. But her face... Winifred stared into the astral projection. It looks like...
"Angela?!"
"YES, WINIFRED. IT IS I."
"Come down from there! You have some explaining to do! When I call a meeting, I expect--"
...Previously...
"Another fruitless evening," Winifred Pale grumbled to herself. Her efforts to conquer the human world were not going well. She had arranged nightly planning meetings with all of her minions in hopes of increasing her efficiency. These proved even less successful than the conquest itself. Tonight's meeting was especially frustrating due to the absence of Angela Morgan, whom she had not seen since that afternoon at school.
"The nerve of her, blowing off our meeting like that, leaving me with Hammer and the B-Team! Sure, she never has any ideas, but the moral support is equally importa--"
Winifred's rant was cut short by a clap of thunder followed by a booming voice.
"WINIFRED PALE," the heavens spoke.
Her attention captured, Winifred looked up. "Yes? Who said that?"
The clouds and the stars began to swirl and shimmer. The image of an incredibly (almost excessively) muscular woman filled Underborough's night sky. She was dressed in white and trimmed in gold. But her face... Winifred stared into the astral projection. It looks like...
"Angela?!"
"YES, WINIFRED. IT IS I."
"Come down from there! You have some explaining to do! When I call a meeting, I expect--"
"SILENCE! A GODDESS NEEDS NOT EXPLAIN HERSELF!"
Winifred was incredulous. "A goddess? Look, I'm happy that you want to move up within our organization, but whatever happened to working your way up?"
Angela let that remark slide in the interest of time. "WINIFRED PALE, I HAVE COME TO BESTOW UPON YOU A GIFT. THE GIFT OF... THE POWER." Angela outstretched her arm. From the spot Winifred stood, it looked a mile long. A palm the size of a small village opened over her head and began to glow. The light filled Winifred with a strange sensation, burning in her chest and shooting down her limbs. She doubled over, feeling her clothes becoming tighter. Thick fingers burst from her silk opera gloves. The once-roomy sleeves of her blouse began to tear under the strain of growing biceps and deltoids. Winifred let out a scream which pitched into a deep bellow. Her whole body sprang upright as her widening torso reduced her expensive clothing to tatters.
She continued increasing in size as the scraps of her former outfit rearranged themselves into a white toga. She gazed at her arm, which was now wider than her waist used to be. It was turning a dark tan. Her straight, black hair grew down her back in long waves. She brushed a sandy brown lock from her eyes. Winifred's mind was racing. She searched around her mouth with her tongue. Her heart skipped a beat. My teeth... they're flat! At this point, Winifred also realized that her heart was beating. I'm... I'm human!
"Wh- why..." was all Winifred could muster.
"ISN'T IT OBVIOUS? AS A MORTAL, WE WERE GOOD FRIENDS. AND DESPITE YOUR DESIRES FOR CONQUEST, YOU WERE DEEMED THE MOST WORTHY OF... THE POWER. EVEN IF I REALLY WAS TRYING TO STOP YOU."
"Huh?"
"INDEED, IT WAS THAT DESIRE THAT MADE YOU WORTHY. IN THE FACE OF ADVERSITY, OF ABJECT FAILURE, YOU WERE NEVER DETERRED. WINIFRED, YOU ARE TO BE MY CHAMPION. SPREAD MY WILL THROUGHOUT OUR WORLDS... BOTH HUMAN AND MONSTER. FIND MORE WORTHY CANDIDATES, AND I WILL GRANT YOU LEAVE TO DISTRIBUTE THE POWER AMONG THEM."
"But why... this?" Winifred asked as meekly as someone of her build could, gesturing to her bronzed skin and round ears.
"I REMOVED A DISTRACTION. BECOMING HUMAN WILL CURB YOUR NEED TO CONQUER THEM FOR THE SAKE OF MONSTER-KIND. POWER IS WHAT YOU DESIRED, THAT MUCH I HAVE GIVEN YOU."
"And it is a desirable power... sorry, THE POWER." Winifred grew silent, flexing her new form. "What's to stop me from using it to take both worlds for myself?" A sly grin curled her lips.
Angela had seen that look a million times as a mortal. "DON'T MAKE ME COME DOWN THERE," the goddess laughed.
Winifred was incredulous. "A goddess? Look, I'm happy that you want to move up within our organization, but whatever happened to working your way up?"
Angela let that remark slide in the interest of time. "WINIFRED PALE, I HAVE COME TO BESTOW UPON YOU A GIFT. THE GIFT OF... THE POWER." Angela outstretched her arm. From the spot Winifred stood, it looked a mile long. A palm the size of a small village opened over her head and began to glow. The light filled Winifred with a strange sensation, burning in her chest and shooting down her limbs. She doubled over, feeling her clothes becoming tighter. Thick fingers burst from her silk opera gloves. The once-roomy sleeves of her blouse began to tear under the strain of growing biceps and deltoids. Winifred let out a scream which pitched into a deep bellow. Her whole body sprang upright as her widening torso reduced her expensive clothing to tatters.
She continued increasing in size as the scraps of her former outfit rearranged themselves into a white toga. She gazed at her arm, which was now wider than her waist used to be. It was turning a dark tan. Her straight, black hair grew down her back in long waves. She brushed a sandy brown lock from her eyes. Winifred's mind was racing. She searched around her mouth with her tongue. Her heart skipped a beat. My teeth... they're flat! At this point, Winifred also realized that her heart was beating. I'm... I'm human!
"Wh- why..." was all Winifred could muster.
"ISN'T IT OBVIOUS? AS A MORTAL, WE WERE GOOD FRIENDS. AND DESPITE YOUR DESIRES FOR CONQUEST, YOU WERE DEEMED THE MOST WORTHY OF... THE POWER. EVEN IF I REALLY WAS TRYING TO STOP YOU."
"Huh?"
"INDEED, IT WAS THAT DESIRE THAT MADE YOU WORTHY. IN THE FACE OF ADVERSITY, OF ABJECT FAILURE, YOU WERE NEVER DETERRED. WINIFRED, YOU ARE TO BE MY CHAMPION. SPREAD MY WILL THROUGHOUT OUR WORLDS... BOTH HUMAN AND MONSTER. FIND MORE WORTHY CANDIDATES, AND I WILL GRANT YOU LEAVE TO DISTRIBUTE THE POWER AMONG THEM."
"But why... this?" Winifred asked as meekly as someone of her build could, gesturing to her bronzed skin and round ears.
"I REMOVED A DISTRACTION. BECOMING HUMAN WILL CURB YOUR NEED TO CONQUER THEM FOR THE SAKE OF MONSTER-KIND. POWER IS WHAT YOU DESIRED, THAT MUCH I HAVE GIVEN YOU."
"And it is a desirable power... sorry, THE POWER." Winifred grew silent, flexing her new form. "What's to stop me from using it to take both worlds for myself?" A sly grin curled her lips.
Angela had seen that look a million times as a mortal. "DON'T MAKE ME COME DOWN THERE," the goddess laughed.
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