Chapter 1: Glory-ous Alliance

Summary: Clark's life has been destroyed and he is being hunted. On the run he meets a powerful woman who teaches him a very different approach to life.

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Author's Note: If you are placing this in the canon of both shows it would be after Shadow for BTVS and for Smallville it would be season 6 roughly although it is not perfectly in sync with canon. Like I said in the prologue this is AU and OOC.

How the mighty have fallen.

Urgh!

She is reduced to quoting human sayings.

Her.

Glory. Glorificus. The Beast. The Abomination. Even occasionally The One who Cannot be Named. And a hundred other names she couldn't care less about.

Her true name...well this pathetic human tongue she is currently cursed with couldn't even pronounce it.

Glory looks down at the drink that currently sits on the bar of this little hovel of a drinking establishment. Yes. This is how far she has fallen. Stupid Slayer. Killing her beloved little snake-demon pet. Keeping her Key from her meaning she is facing the real risk of...of...growing old!

'I'll get wrinkles!' she thinks with disgust at the very idea.

All she wants is to go home. Is that too much to ask? Sure the entire planet will be destroyed in the process. Well maybe not the whole planet only a large proportion of it but Earth is a crummy little planet anyway. No-one would miss it especially not her.

Well maybe she would miss the shopping malls but that's it.

'What the hell am I doing here?' Glory asks herself. How is one of the most powerful Hell Gods to ever live reduced to drowning her sorrows with something that doesn't even affect her in the first place?

Stupid Slayer!

And before the Slayer it was those blasted monks' fault for hiding her Key from her.

Then before that it was her so-called brethren back in her home dimension who defeated her and imprisoned her in this meat sack otherwise known as Ben rendering her mortal.

Now you can see why Glory has this urge to drink.

At that moment another person walks in needing a drink to forget his problems. He is a tall young man with dark hair and blue eyes. He shares a couple of things in common with Glory. Alcohol has no effect on him and like her he happens to be superstrong, superfast and invulnerable.

His name is Clark Kent and he is in Sunnydale in an attempt to get far away from Kansas. He could obviously go further than California if he wished but he isn't planning on leaving permanently. He just needs some time to think about what to do next.

He sits down next to this blond woman that he really barely glances at and orders a drink just to blend in.

Why is Clark here?

Because to be blunt his life has been utterly destroyed. You see back home in Smallville there was a girl he loved called Lana Lang only his refusal to tell her the truth of his origins had driven her away into the arms of another man. His once upon a time friend Lex Luthor. They were going to get married in fact so in an act of desperation Clark had decided to tell Lana everything in the hope she would choose him.

Worst mistake he has ever made.

Lana went and told Lex everything and the two of them set about destroying Clark's life and succeeding he might add.

His parents were dead. Caught in the crossfire as Lex tried to capture him and stick him in a lab to be dissected.

Clark did end up in that lab thanks to the fact he told Lana his weakness to kryptonite. Chloe, Lois and Pete saved him at the cost of their lives and ever since then Clark had been running and this is where he has ended up.

So lost in this introspection is Clark that he hasn't even noticed how many non-human creatures are in this bar. Some of whom have mistaken both him and Glory as human interlopers in their bar.

A male vampire decides to be the one to confront Glory. He grabs her by the shoulder roughly. "We don't care for your kind in here human," he hisses.

Glory takes the vamp's hand and proceeds to crush every bone in it. He recoils holding his shattered hand as Glory swings round in her seat before standing up and looking at the vampire with as much contempt as she is capable of and that's a lot. "Listen to me cockroach. I just came in here for a nice quiet drink and then you have the gall to call me a...a...human," she says with utter disgust that she would be called that. "On the plus side tearing you apart with my bare hands just might make me feel better."

In movement so fast the vamp can't react before Glory's hand is around his throat squeezing and squeezing until the vamp's head literally pops off and he turns to dust. Glory smiles at the other demons with a sinister glee in her expression. "Whose next?"

Now Clark supposes as he watches the woman literally put her fist through one of the inhuman creatures' head that he should step in but considering his life has more or less come to an end recently he finds he just can't seem to summon up the energy to care or to care about what all these creatures are.

Well he can't seem to care until he spots one of the group sneak up on the blond woman from behind and the inherent dogooder in him urges him to take action. In a blur of motion he has grabbed her attacker and thrown him over the bar.

"Hey!" Glory snarls and moves to stand toe-to-toe with Clark. "Did I ask for your help?" she asks looking at Clark like something she stepped in.

The Clark of old would have just let that slide off of him but that Clark hasn't been around for several days. "Would a 'thank you' kill you?"

"I'm a God," she states with total sincere smug superiority. "Gods don't do 'Thank yous'."

"Do they do 'Watch out behind you'?"

Glory frowns for the one second before a bottle is smashed over her head and its contents drip down all over her and onto her dress. "My dress!" she shrieks. Her hand go up to her hair. "My hair!" She spins round on the spot and glares at the demon who did that. "You dare!" she hisses. "Do you know how long it took me to do my hair? Do you?"

The demon backs up shaking its head actually afraid about what is going to happen.

"And this dress? Do you know who I had to kill to get this dress?" Glory asks, her voice dripping with venom.

The demon shakes its head some more just before a couple more plow into Glory from the side. "Get off of me you rotten sacks of flesh!" she screeches.

Clark zips forward, grabs them and tosses them away. A second later he is being met with a right to his face that sends him sailing out through the wall of the bar to the outside. To Glory's surprise a few seconds later he is back standing in front of her his eyes glowing a dull red. 'Huh,' she thinks to herself. 'That is kind of attractive.'

"What was that for?" Clark asks, his voice clipped and his anger barely in check at the fact she hit him and what's more it really hurt.

"I told you I don't need help."

"You know I've had a really bad couple of weeks."

Glory scoffs. "I've had a bad couple of decades being trapped on this dirt-ball of a planet. Your pathetic little problems can't compare to mine."

"You are the most arrogant condescending woman I have ever met you know that."

"First off I'm not a woman. I'm a God. Second off no-one talks to me that way! Certainly not some pathetic meat-sack of a human being." Glory draws her fist back and throws it only to find it caught with equal strength. Her eyes widen for a moment in surprise.

Clark cocks his head. "Make a note for future reference. I'm not human!" Clark then does something he would never do and hits the woman very hard doing to her what she did to him and sending her sailing through the wall to the outside.

In a few seconds Glory has blurred back her eyes burning with rage. "That hurt!" she yells in surprise and anger.

"Good," Clark says dryly.

Glory's anger rises further. "You insolent little..."

Her words are cut off when both she and Clark are ambushed by the remaining demons in the bar.

During the course of fighting them off and fighting each other to a stand still the bar ends up totalled. Then for reasons beyond either of them they end up sharing stories as they sit amongst the ruins sharing some of the remaining bottles of beer that weren't smashed.

"So an actual Hell God?" Clark asks Glory to confirm.

"You bet and you. An actual alien?"

"Yes."

Glory shrugs. Not really a startling revelation to one such as her and truth be told he wasn't completely insufferable. Of course if he hadn't proven himself worthy by fighting her to a standstill she would have killed him by now. Well in fact she did try several times. Even when she hurt him the wounds kept healing over. Fighting him to the finish could well take days and as much fun as she would usually find that she wasn't in the mood.

"Well Sport as much as I would love to kill you I have my Key to find and a Slayer to rip apart with my bare hands," Glory informs him as she gets to her feet. "And you know for all the crap you've been through I would offer you sympathy or something but Gods don't do sympathy."

Clark manages a half-smile, the first thing approaching a smile since this whole thing started. Then a sudden idea strikes him. One he would never have considered before but since he has lost everything he finds himself considering it now. "Gods may not do sympathy but do they do deals?"

Glory looks at him curiously. "What are you on about?"

Clark gets to his feet and Glory admits she finds it a little disconcerting to have to look up at him because he is taller. "I mean we both have a problem. You can help me with mine and I can help you with yours."

"I told you..."

"Yeah. Yeah. You don't need help but what if I could offer you a way to free yourself from this Ben."

That catches Glory's attention. "Continue."

"I know of a substance that can split you into two separating you from him."

Free of Ben? That is what Glory dreams of. "What do you want in return?"

Clark replies in a very un-Clark Kent fashion, "Revenge on those that destroyed my life."

Glory grins. Nothing beats a little bloody revenge. She holds her hand out. "You've got yourself a deal."

Clark takes her hand and they shake on it.

"Jinx!" Glory yells and what comes running is a scabby hobgoblin-like demon in brown robes.

Jinx bows in Glory's presence. "Yes oh most Glorious Champion of Bar Brawls."

Glory rolls her eyes. "Right. Whatever. Go home and start packing. We're going on a road trip."

"Yes Mistress," Jinx grovels.

"And find me someone to snack on!" she demands because she can already feel Ben creeping back in at the edges of her consciousness. She needs to drain someone to keep him and the insanity at bay.

Smallville.

The Luthor Mansion.

In his study Lex is looking over reports to see if there is any sign of Clark. He can't believe he called that...alien...thing his friend. He is also rather annoyed that Clark managed to escape him. In the end it didn't matter because he would track Clark down. He had already dealt with all those who protected Clark or could save him so next time Lex catches him Clark will be staying put in that lab.

Suddenly gunfire from outside catches Lex's attention. Can't be Clark. Two reasons why. Clark would never be that bold and second Lex made sure to equip all his men with the meteor rock. Lex himself wears a signet ring made out of one and he made a ring for Lana to wear as well.

Lex listens as the gunfire moves inside the mansion and there are sound of fighting and men screaming horribly. Lex grabs his gun out of his desk draw and gets it ready.

Gunfire right outside his door just before the door explodes by having one of his guards thrown through it.

Lex blinks as the dust clears and in to his office steps a blond woman with a maniacal grin and a look in her eye as her gaze falls upon him like she is staring at a bug she is about to squash. "Well hello there Baldy. You'll be Lex I'm guessing."

Lex aims his gun at her. The woman rolls her eyes theatrically. "Seriously I just killed and ate my way through a small army and you think that little thing is going to save you." She shakes her head. "And he said you were smart. Well perhaps you are for a human but compared to me all that makes you is a smart ant."

Before Lex can register it the woman is standing next to him. He starts to move but she grabs him by his throat, rips the gun from his hand and tosses it aside. Her eyes then fall on his left hand where the meteor rock ring sits upon his finger.

She grabs his finger and lifts his hand up. Lex sees no reaction from the stone. She is not like Clark despite appearances.

She smirks. "So this is the little thing that is causing my partner all the problems," she remarks as she observes it.

"Clark..." Lex manages to choke out as a guess at who the woman is talking about.

"It's purely a business arrangement," she tells him the instant before she rips the ring off and Lex's entire finger with it.

Lex cries out in despite of his attempt not to show weakness.

"Let me go you alien freak!" a voice demands as it draws nearer. A voice belonging to Lana as she is dragged into the office by her arm.

Lex looks at her captor with hate and disgust. "Clark..." he manages to choke out the word again.

"Hello Lex," Clark says coldly. He then looks at Glory. "Can you allow him to speak?" he requests.

Glory shrugs in a bored gesture. "Whatever," she says as she drops Lex.

Lex reaches for his throat and gasps for breath. Lana tries to run to him but Clark keeps his grip on her arm. Luckily when he found her she had just finished having a bath and she had taken her kryptonite ring off allowing him to capture her easily.

"No," Clark tells Lana. "You're just going to watch this next bit."

"I hate you!" Lana screams at him with pure hatred and disgust. After he told her what he was she needed to shower and scrub herself repeatedly to get rid of the dirty feeling that she had ever allowed an alien creature to be intimate with her.

Clark looks down at her. "I loved you," he tells her sincerely. "And you betrayed me and allowed my parents and friends to die. In fact you stood there and watched so now I'm going to do the same to you as you stand here and watch Lex die."

Lex gets back to his feet. "Clark Kent doesn't do that."

Clark looks at Lex, his gaze hard and cold. "Clark Kent died. You killed him. You took everything he had away from him. Everything...except a chance at revenge."

Lex stands straight. "Then kill me Clark," he dares his former friend. "Your harlot here has stripped me of my defence."

Clark shakes his head and tuts tuts. "You should be more respectful there Lex. That's a Hell God you're talking about."

Lex glances at her and now sees in her eyes something truly inhuman. More so than Clark.

"Harlot!" Glory screeches. "Time to die!"

"No!" Clark stops her.

Glory frowns and shoots Clark the glare of death.

"Don't kill him. I don't want him to die...exactly. Lex holds his intellect, his genius, his ego above all else. I want you to take it away from him. I want him to spend the rest of his life as a gibbering vegetable."

Glory smiles as she understands what it is Clark wants her to do. "You know I'm almost starting to like you."

"Gee thanks," Clark says dryly.

Lex has no idea what either of them are talking about as the woman raises her hands towards his head and then her fingers are penetrating his skull. Indescribable pain shoots through him and then Lex starts to feel a drain as his sanity fades away. In the moment before the last of it fades he mentally screams 'No' in disbelief and horror as he figures out what Clark has done is the ultimate revenge.

Lana watches on in horror as the blond woman extracts her fingers from Lex's head and he falls to the ground before curling up in a ball and rocking back and forth gibbering nonsense.

"Hmm. Tasty," Glory says with an erotic sounding moan.

"Your turn Lana," Clark announces as he drags her towards Glory.

Lana tries to fight it but she may as well be trying to stop an oil tanker. It isn't going to happen. "Clark please," she pleads, tears in her eyes. It no longer works on Clark.

"Clark?" he queries puzzled. "Clark's dead. Thanks to you. There is only Kal-El now."

Kal-El then holds Lana still by both arms as Glory steps forward and penetrates her fingers into Lana's skull. In a few seconds it is over as Lana joins Lex on the floor gibbering nonsence.

Kal-El lets out a breath and finds amazingly he doesn't feel as guilty as he thinks he should. These last couple of weeks have changed him forever.

"Kal-El," Glory repeats the name. "Not bad sounding," she comments.

"If you prefer you can call me Kal for short," he tells her.

Glory looks at him dead in the eye. "I know your weakness. I can kill you," she states plainly.

"Go ahead," he says flatly.

Glory looks deep into his blue eyes for several seconds. "No," she decides. "Because all I can do is kill your physical form. Inside you are already dead aren't you." She looks down at Lex and Lana. "They killed you."

Glory almost feels jealous. Tearing someone down before you kill them is so much more satisfying that the simple act itself. Then she reminds herself that as a God she doesn't do jealousy. "Now I have upheld my part of our deal," she points out. Her part being to do what Clark couldn't and deal with all of Lex's security. "It's time you held up yours."

Kal moves to the bookshelf on the wall, grabs hold of it and rips it off and the safe door it was concealing. He steps back several feet as the safe room is full of kryptonite. He tosses the door aside and looks inside. He points at a particular object on a shelf. "The black rock. Pick it up," he instructs her.

Glory looks at him and then at the rock. She steps inside and looks at it some more. It doesn't seem all that special to her. If he has lied to her she will kill him. She reaches out and picks the black rock up. Glory lets out a gasp as a strange surge of energy fills her being before fading away.

"Is that it?" she asks incredulously because as far as she can tell nothing happened.

"Look behind you."

Glory turns round and there lying on the floor unconscious is a human male named Ben. "I'm free," Glory says in a whisper almost unable to believe it.

Kal kept his word. Black kryptonite which splits a person into their ying and yang to coin a well used metaphor.

Glory steps back out into the study feeling giddy. She's free and now that she's free of her meat prison it means the spell that cursed her is broken and she can feel the rush as her Godly powers begin to return. She'll be a true God again. She'll be immortal again. Once her powers fully return she'll be able to shed this form finally and resume her true one.

Glory laughs. A joyous giddy laugh. She ends up twirling on the spot in her joy. Then to as much her surprise as Kal's she grabs his face and kisses him passionately. It takes Kal's breath away.

When Glory pulls back Kal sees she is smiling and looking at him with a predatory glint in her eye. Not the 'I'm going to kill you' look. The 'I'm going to screw your brains out' look.

Blame the high caused by the return of her powers. Glory will be if anyone finds out about this but she just suddenly feels incredibly aroused and amongst her kind that fight she and Kal had back in Sunnydale would be considered foreplay. Her hand reaches under Clark's shirt and her fingers glide across the hard chiselled plains underneath.

A groan from Ben interrupts Glory's ministrations. "Jinx!" she screams.

Jinx and a few others of the same species who live to only serve Glory run in. "Yes oh Splendiferous Deliverer of Vengeance."

She points at Ben. "Take old Benjy boy out of here," she commands.

Two of her minions rush in and pick Ben up. As they do so Glory adds "And keep him alive for the time being. I have plans for him."

"Our lives would be meaningless without your commands to follow oh Great Glorificus," Jinx says grovellingly which means that yes they will do as told.

Glory than waves a hand vaguely in Lex and Lana's direction. "You can throw those two pieces of trash away as well. Let them live but get rid of them and then make sure I'm not disturbed."

Jinx and the others bow before carrying out her orders.

During this whole time Glory has not taken her eyes off Clark or stopped her ministrations under his shirt. Her fingers brush across a nipple and there is a sharp intake of breath. "Since I'm a God who doesn't do subtly I will just tell you now that I'm planning to fuck you until you can't walk and then I'll fuck you twice as hard. You got a problem with this?"

Clark Kent would have but he's dead and Kal has spent the last couple of weeks in a numb shock. With everything that happened he hadn't had time to grieve so to cope he did the opposite and shut his feelings down. He wants to feel but he doesn't want to feel the terrible pain of grief and loss for his parents or his friends and Glory...God he can feel even her gentlest touch. He can't feel that when a human touches him.

So Kal decides he wants to feel what Glory is offering him. "No. I don't have a problem with this," he tells her before crushing her lips with his own.

Glory stretches deliciously sore, tired and overused muscles. Considering the piece of crap this planet is she didn't think there was anyone on this world worthy or hell short of that even someone who could survive a mating with her. Therefore it had been a really long time and the last time was back in her home dimension when she inhabited her true form. Humans may be disgusting insects but she had found the experience of sex in a human form was actually more pleasurable than her native one. It helps that the man she found was nearly as strong as she was and was well-endowed.

She sits up amongst the ruins of what was the master bedroom of the mansion. Her and Kal-El's coupling had destroyed the room. They had practically destroyed the whole mansion in the past few days and yes she said days. Like she said it had been a long time and she had a lot of pent-up sexual frustrations. Not so much now.

Speaking of Kal he was standing in front of the shattered window as the sun peeked over the horizon and flooded in. Glory looks at him as the sun practically makes his naked form glow. She licks her lips as her eyes drink him in. By human standards he was gorgeous. As for her she found his appearance not displeasing.

She gracefully gets to her feet, moves to him, wraps her arms around him and starts to nibble at his ear as a not so subtle invitation for him to continue what they have been doing.

Kal closes his eyes as Glory nibbles at his ear and barely bites back a pleasurable moan. If he had any doubt she was a God the last few days had dispelled them. She seemed insatiable and had taxed him to his limits and beyond frankly. Thankfully the sun will recharge him soon enough. The sex had been incredible if he is being honest. He chose to give himself to feeling pleasure and he did. It was pure animalistic sex without restraint of any kind.

Before Glory had gotten up Kal had finally had a few minutes to think about what has happened. To think about what he did, what he allowed to happen, what he has spent the past few days doing and he knows Jonathan and Martha Kent would never have approved of any of it. That is not the person they raised.

"What's the matter?" Glory asks, annoyed that he is ignoring her. She is a God and Gods don't get ignored.

Like when they first met Kal finds himself telling her everything. He doesn't know why.

Glory audibly groans. Being raised by humans had obviously been a detrimental influence. If she is going to allow him to be her lover she'll have to do something about this. She moves to stand in front of him. "Now you listen to me. You are almost as far above humans as I am. Their so called morals and ethics don't apply to us. We don't obey rules. We make them."

She can see his brow knot together in a frown.

Glory continues her diatribe. "What did following their rules get you?" she asks him before answering her own question for him. "It got the humans who raised you dead. It got the ones you called your friends dead. It ended up with you running away like a weak pathetic scared human." She pauses just to give it a moment to sink in. "Now look what happened when you stopped following their rules and asked me for help. You got revenge on those that crossed you. They will spend the remainder of what passes as their short sorry excuse of a life locked up in a strait-jacket and a padded room drooling while they gibber rubbish and you can spend every day of their lives happy and revelling in that knowledge. In that moment when you offered to make a deal you stopped thinking like a human. You have the capacity to do this. You need to do this. You need to realise that the only limits you have are what is beyond your power to do. Human morals. Human ethics. They don't come into it because you are not human. Shed off what humanity you have left and embrace what you are. Break your shackles and be free."

"And do what?" Kal asks her. "My old life is destroyed."

"Then create a new one with me," she offers.

Kal looks at her with genuine surprise. He had only known her a short time but that offer seemed to be generosity she didn't possess.

Glory catches the look. "It's not that I like you," she states strongly. "Not in terms that you understand. Under those terms I don't like anyone. I only tolerate even my fellow Hell Gods. Two of which happen to be my two brothers who kicked me out. When I find my Key and get home I plan to kill them and regain my what you could call my kingdom. I was thinking you could be my Consort."

"You want me to rule with you?"

Glory scoffs at that notion. "I don't rule with anyone. You would serve under me but I would grant you your own domain to run as you see fit and being my Consort comes with many benefits. Many of which you have experienced these last few days."

Kal ponders this as Glory seductively runs her fingers across his broad chest. A week ago he wouldn't even consider this but now he finds that what Glory said about how he should define the way he lives his life makes sense. If he hadn't been restraining himself by human rules and morality he would have dealt with Lex and his parents and friends would most likely still be alive.

"So what do you say lover?" Glory asks him with a husky voice.

"I'm in," Kal agrees to her proposal.

Glory smiles. "Then lets celebrate our new alliance by finishing demolishing this place in the same style we have these last few days."

Kal smiles at that idea and then before Glory can react he has punched her in the stomach bending her over and then slams his knee into her face. Might seem lunacy to some people but what he has learned from these last few days is that Glory finds violence a turn-on.

"You insolent trumped up little twerp!" she screeches in rage before a smile that threatens to split her face in half appears. She leaps at Kal knocking him to the floor where they wrestle and exchange blows which soon leads to another couple of days of insanely passionate and intense sex.

When they finally head off together back to Sunnydale Glory has to admit to being amazed how much her life has changed from when she was in that bar. She is free of Ben. Her full powers are returning. She has a new Consort who is almost as strong as she is. Once she has finished purging him of any lingering remnants of humanity he will be magnificent. Worthy to be her Consort.

A positively malevolent smile forms as Glory visualises what lays ahead.

Against her and Kal the Slayer and her little friends have no chance and are as good as dead. Her Key will soon be back in her hands. She will return home and with Kal by her side gain vengeance against her brothers and reclaim her domain.

This will indeed truly be a 'Glory-ous Alliance' and this world and many others won't know what hit them!

Author's Note: Welcome to the first story of my twisted mind and a Clark/Glory ship is really weird. I hope in time to put up many more perhaps including a sequel to this that shows what happens when Glory and Kal reach Sunnydale. In writing this I had to think about the nature of Kal. I considered simply using Clark's red kryptonite induced alter ego but the downside to that is that that 'Kal' is so smug and egotistical Glory would kill him after speaking to him for about 10 seconds IMO. I thought it better to use a Clark who had had his life destroyed leaving him vulnerable and open for Glory to reshape to her liking.