Lords of the Playlist
Authors note: The Powerpuff girls do not belong to me and as always, they have human appendages.
Greens ages variate between late teens/early twenties.
Track 53: Judas – Cage The Elephant
Butch let out a heavy sigh as he let himself drop onto the worn leather couch in the middle of his penthouse's dark, open living room.
He picked up a remote sitting on the end table next to him and turned on the massive flat screen on the wall opposite him, squinting slightly as light suddenly illuminated the otherwise dark space. He flicked through the channels as he ran a large hand through his unruly obsidian spikes, wishing he had a cigarette. Wishing he had something to distracted him from the increasingly irritating quiet that had engulphed his somewhat messy penthouse for the time being.
It was rare that he had downtime like this to himself and he hated it. he had to be doing something – anything. It was dangerous if he ever got bored, and hell if everyone knew it. At twenty-five, he and his brothers were prominent crime lords who had a hand in literally all of Townsville's underground crime circles, and he wasn't used to the quiet. No part about his job was quiet.
Normally his apartment was either bustling with people partying at their own leisure, or he was out on some important job that promised a high pay grade with his brothers – but currently, nothing important enough was happening that required his attention, so he had decided to kill some time back at his place until Brick found another job for him to do.
He rubbed at his eyes tiredly as he allowed himself to sink father into the battered cowhide that made up his couch.
He had everything in the palm of his hand: Money, weapons, fast cars, woman.
He was a king by all accounts, but his powers made him a god.
Or rather, a demon. After all, his adopted father was the king of Hell, and had brought him and his brothers back from the dead with his own hellish powers, but regardless:
He had everything.
But he wasn't satisfied. He was never satisfied.
Because the one thing- No. The one person –the only person that he had ever wanted – was always floating just outside of his reach.
Literally.
He snorted as he flicked though the T.V. channels lazily – not really caring what was on, he was simply killing time until his brother called on him to do something actually worthwhile – before he paused.
There on the flat screen in front of him, was the object of his obsession. The Green Powerpuff. His counterpart. Buttercup. Fucking. Utonium.
Butch sat up straighter and rested his chin on his closed fist as he observed the vision in front of him with growing interest. It looked like she was finishing up giving another interview to an unseen reporter, and if the destruction in the background behind her had anything to say, she had just finished taking down a monster.
His red rimmed eyes were locked onto her lean frame as she let out a confident laugh. "Well obviously this monster wasn't a challenge for me." he heard her boast. "I took down that titan of a monster two weeks ago singlehandedly – I barely broke a sweat with this one."
That was true – he had watched her rip apart said creature by herself live on the television – completely awestruck. He had always known that she was the strongest of her sisters, but seeing her exert that much power… with that furious look in her eyes… it had shaken him down to his very core.
Seeing her look like that – feral and bloodthirsty – he honestly didn't think that he had ever seen her look more appealing.
He had fucking dreamed about that look for weeks after.
He leaned back into the couch with a content smirk on his face, watching as she finished speaking to the reporter, and blasted up into the sky in a flash of lime green – leaving the news attendant to praise the excellent takedown.
If he was a god, then that meant she was a goddess, and everyone had better damn well respect the queen – especially those pathetic human's that she insisted on protecting.
He shifted slightly as the thought was dragged up from the deep recesses of his mind. Deep down, he knew that it wasn't healthy to fantasize over her like he had been catching himself doing lately, but then again, he had never been the most stable of people either.
Look at her. Standing there all proud and mighty and smug and-
Perfect. Fucking perfect.
She was so damn perfect that he couldn't even stand it, and it only made him want her more.
If he somehow managed to get her on his arm, he would consider it his greatest accomplishment. Hell if he could get her to look at him without scoffing, he'd be amazed.
But he knew that it would never happen. It couldn't.
They lived on two very different sides of the law. She was meant to protect it. He was meant to destroy it.
He was meant to destroy her. To crush her. To break her.
The demon blood that ran in his veins sang with desire as that last thought in particular passed through his head, and it caused him to smile serenely as he slowly rose off of the couch.
Yes… a fight with her sounded very enjoyable right now.
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And so you lash out
To crush the ones below
Cuz they are the ones that you fear most
And you call this crowd control well let me break it down for you