*Warning: The Poison Ivy version I'm going to display is the one of Arkham Asylum.
I hope to begin this adventure better than ever! As always, if you have thing to ask about or especially requests, things you would like to be involved etc, just mail me. I'm a request writer after all, and hell, I'm a woman of my word!*
Poison Ivy was probably the most sexy and powerful villain around. What made her so special was the oneness that her powers had. Even if she could easily take advantage of a man by her pheromones, this stunning and deadly lady had some naturally sexiness, to the point that her mutation only added greatness to her already amazing and hot body.
The entire world, in his very deep human race, feared and eschewed her and she knew this very well. The biggest fear of a presumable opponent had to be her sick and twisted mind. She wasn't like any other villain. The plant lady had a very straight specific bond between divinity, danger and craziness. But was very rational and emotional at the same time. A deep, complicated contradiction.
Poison Ivy always considered men as inferior creatures born to amuse and worship her over any considerable limit. Her superiority to the male race was very specific and declared. It was a fact. Not a man worthy of being called this way could ever resist her. But this relentless lady had also a particular consideration toward men who succeeded in proving themselves worthy. This was probably a romantic weakness of her Woman nature. She enjoyed very much kindness and admirers who knew how to treat a woman. But this didn't spare people from her known cruelty.
One day she decided to take over the world. It wasn't a choice of heart, craziness or simply fun. There was a bigger picture inside her mind. Every angle of it suggested her that this was the right thing to do. She looked the majesty of her body in the mirror, she saw and acknowledged the clear and scintillating superiority she had over other human beings, mentally and emotionally. The power running through her veins along with the blood made her realize that she was just too strong, too powerful, too superior to rule an ordinary life, to accept the concepts explicated by the society and to watch others free to ''be''. The dangerous plant lady slowly but unmistakably realized that she had to make a clear statement to the world. That she had to conquer it. To take the lead.
Back those days Ivy was very disgusted about her villain ''colleagues''. Many of them were so rude, ignorant, so illogical, non-rational. Also, they clearly lacked of class, elegance and style. No wonder if they always ended up beaten by the so called ''Superheroes''. That's right… SuperHeroes.
One more deplorable side of the current society. They were so ignorant as well, so boring, so annoying. Such of a big pain-in-ass. Those SuperHeroes were just guardians to a person's freedom. Their existence was a restriction to people like her. But both, villains and superheroes, acted moved by heinous, vacuous, banal reasons. None of them was appreciable, interesting or worthy of what they were going to do. Two faces of the same, old, dirty medal. So it was time to lead this world to a change, to a new over. Time to cut the bonds and bring ''freedom and equity'' in this universe.
But there was a little, big detail who engaged this kind of thought. ''Freedom and Equity'' were two strong and redundant word. But to Poison Ivy, the meaning beyond them wasn't the same as normal people. To her, freedom wasn't the liberty to express yourself, it was simply the act of doing whatever you please without being bothered by others, without any authority over you. And equity… If equity normally meant that every man were, exactly, ''equals'', this wasn't right to this ruthless lady's mind.
To her there was another interpretation of the aforementioned word. And it was simply the ability and the law of putting every human being in its correct and undeniable place. And the main and correct place for a man was at… her mercy. At her feet. They were just creatures born to amuse and worship females, the real dominant race. And obviously, they could never resist her. Most of them were perverted, distorted, selfish, weak, pathetic, simply bad. According to her mind, they deserved to be beaten, shut down and left where they belong: in the dirt, kissing the ground walked on by her. So this was it.
And she wanted to create a brave new world built on that ideology. No matter if it was wrong or correct, no matter if people would allow or reject her, no matter if it brought destruction upon the universe… It was simply the best thing to do. That is why Poison Ivy hadn't a simple, defined alignment anymore. She was totally alienated from those boundaries.
She was the born of a new side of the earth. And thats what did lead her to haunt down SuperHeroes, Villains and ordinary citizens at the same time. And the best part was that she was succeeding in her mission. She haunted down and broke up many of them. The world in her dreams, the society she wanted and wished, was about to born. She was the main antagonist, with her own army, against a useless, weak, united front. Numberless people gave in and submitted to her, numberless people lost their lives, numberless SuperHeroes were killed and humiliated by her viciousness, numberless villains were sent to the afterlife just because they were an obstacle on her way. There was no stopping Poison Ivy!
Present time… The fatal venomous woman was having a rest on her planted, bizarre throne. It was builded up by human bones and rudimental sprigs. The armchairs were adorned by two scintillant and scary human's skull, on which she could pose her sexy hands. Their eye-orbits were passed by and trapped between leafs and ramifications. The crippled expressions from their bone-mouthes gave an hint of the suffering and the fear they probably have endured and suffered when they once were covered by skin.
The immense throne room was the main side of her mansion. It was like an elegant, wild forest, full of trees, leafs, bones and keepsakes from the opponents who unsuccessfully tried to take her head. Every man could feel little and insignificant entering this big place. It also emanated a scary, wicked and dark sensation, like if it was actually the transposition of a planted hell.
Here there was the amazing and unstoppable Poison Ivy, her stunning smoking hot body surrounded by the embrace of a protective plant's strong arms. She had her sexy, hot red attire, with a bra which shared the same very color. Very short, red pants followed, and a pair of black, spiked heeled boots completed the whole picture. A view of dominance, power and triumph. Her crossed legs only increased her aura of power and sexiness. Despite the rumors on the color of this amazing woman's skin, it wasn't green at all. It was normal colored like every ordinary person.
She was now smirking, looking at the ''show'' put in front of her. There were hundreds of submissive men, now turned and transformed into plant hybrids. They were naked and bowed down toward her glory. Loud, desperate cries and laments could be heard, generated by their ''guiltiness'' and pain. They knew that they couldn't help but serve her. And many of them were really turned on by the idea. Nobody, nobody could resist Poison Ivy, after all.
''Silence!'' She shouted, with a firm, merciless tone. Every kind of sound was now turned off.
Suddenly, the stunning, perfect woman broke the embrace with her plants and stood up from her throneseat, marching right to left and left to right once again, while the expression on her face told everything. She had a sadistic smile. Their fear really amused her. As she walked around, her red hair were literally illuminated by few flares that entered that dark place. She sighed, and then started to talk.
''Tell me, boys… Your loyalty belongs to…?''
''To you, to you Poison Ivy. We are yours, you could do to us whatever you want, we live to serve you. Our loyalty is yours until the day we die!''
She didn't even finished her phrase that many of the helpless slaves under her throne answered her question. They totally believed in what they were saying. There was no hope. No salvation left. They were hers. Broken up, humiliated and enslaved.
''That's right. Your loyalty, just like your bodies and minds belongs to me. I can do whatever I want to you. You are worms, worms in the ground I can stomp under my boot like a cigarette whenever I want. Your weakness really amuse me. But at least you are being honest about your true nature. You will be part of my new world, unless you piss me off. You role in life is to serve me and worship me and my plants. You should feel honored that I'm allowing you to do this. So yes, bow down! Drop your bodies on the ground, at my feet! Where your place is!''
*Characters Limit Reached, I split this in two parts*
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