Destroy The Empire

Objective: Root out the members of the empire and destroy them all.

Bonus objective: Embarrass the gang in a public way.

Reward: Maximum Reputation with Citizens of Brockton Bay. Remove or Upgrade one Drawback.

Bonus Reward: [My Chaotic Little Things]

Achievement: Becoming Famous

1 Gacha Coin

Drawback [Dissasociate] Removed.

I exhaled the breath I'd been holding. The second I'd gotten my body back I'd made sure to use the reward for the quest and remove disassociate. Fuck all that shit, I'd rather have some self-control.

The reward I had just received, [My Chaotic Little Things, was something else entirely. Honestly, it was a bit much.

[My Chaotic Little Things]-

Happy Father's day! Growing inside of your grand new infinite void are your eldritch children. Careful though, if they grow stronger than you they'll attempt to seize control, raise your children to be good little boys and girls~

I could feel them all in there, barely seconds old but already rulers of their little world in my soul.

That ability was a bit overkill for this world though, the strongest thing in worm was Scion, and if my baby Cthulu keeps growing as fast as he is right now, I doubt he'll be a threat for much longer.

"What's got you so worked up?" Bubbles asked suddenly, her tone frustrated as she nipped at my ear, her body pressed close to me.

Even in that edgy mindset, I'd been a perfect gentlemen and had refused to sleep with the girls last and this morning.

Which was great, I really didn't want to watch myself fuck my girls, it was still me but just not the same.

I smirked, turning my head slightly to meet her eyes. "Just thinking about this new ability I got. It's... something else."

She pouted, pressing her body closer against mine, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. "Mmm, can't it wait until after?" Her breathing quickened, her light wet kisses making their way down my neck as I let her tear at my shirt. "I think you've been teasing me long enough."

My hand found its way to her waist, pulling her even closer as I sighed. "You know how I am, Bubbles. Once I get something new, how am I supposed to enjoy the old?"

Bubbles paused, flashing me a dangerous look.

"Kidding, kidding." I chuckled, running a hand through her blonde hair. "Alright, What do you want me to do? I'm all yours. for the next several hours."

She tilted her head, her lips brushing against mine. "That's more like it. But first... tell me about this new ability. You're always so secretive about these things. I still don't get how you get new stuff all the time."

I sighed, giving in to her request. "It lets me summon eldritch monsters to fight for me."

She paused her fingers circling my chest, looking at me with wide eyes as I just smirked.

Unlike the other two sisters, Bubbles knew what they were, Blossom wouldn't find the names familiar, and Buttercup would probably have to search it up, but Bubbles knew immediately.

"L-Like Cthulu?"

"Yes and no," I shrugged. "Right now none of these are outer gods or old ones or anything like that. They're just babies for now... Eventually, though, they'll grow up into their full potential, can't wait till their prom!"

Bubbles visibly shivered while I kept joking around.

"So... They can come out whenever they want?"

"Only if they get stronger than me."

She deadpanned. "So they'll be out by the end of the week-"

I flipped us over, pressing her into the bed. "Are you saying I'm not strong?" I asked, slipping her nightie off as she brought her hands to my waist.

"Not even a little~" She whispered before tearing my pants off...

...

The next day, I found myself sitting in a dull, overly lit conference room at the PRT building. The long, rectangular table was filled with familiar faces.

Blossom beside me, looking as cute as ever, and across from us were the Wards, who seemed more like awkward teenagers than heroes. Sophia sat in her costume as I just grinned at her, my cut off from my mask painting a truly sinister smile upon my face, I love playing with my appearance.

Aegis was at the head of the table, trying to maintain some semblance of authority, with Miss Militia and Armsmaster flanking him. They were here to discuss the fallout from the chaos I'd stirred up in the city, both as Victor and as Jester.

It's the only reason I actually showed up, Blossom had begged me to after a short makeout session.

"Thank you all for coming," Aegis began, his voice steady but clearly strained. "We've got some serious issues to address today... First, the crime rate has spiked since the Merchants were taken down. It seems that in the absence of their influence, smaller gangs and independent criminals have been fighting for control over their former territories."

Armsmaster nodded, his face as stern as ever. "And it's not just that. There's a new cult in the city that now controls old Empire territory. We're calling them Order of The Canary. They've moved in quickly to fill the vacuum left by the Empire's fall, and they're gaining followers at an alarming rate."

Blossom glanced at me, her eyes narrowing slightly as if silently asking if I had anything to do with this. I just gave her a small shrug in return, keeping my expression neutral. As much as I enjoyed sowing chaos, even I hadn't expected things to escalate this quickly.

Yes, I'd hidden Canary away, getting her appearance altered, making her look even cuter than she did as a depressed pop star. I had told her she could stay at my house, but she preferred making it on her own.

Like Adam, she was my underling, and she had created a huge gang of followers with her power.

It's like a flip switched the night I'd rescued her, she had no qualms about using her power for her gain, all her followers were old merchant and joker goons, as well as the empire, she was bringing in hundreds of people, Adam and his

"Then there's the matter of the ABB," Miss Militia cut in, her tone grim. "Or rather, what's left of them. The ghouls have claimed the ABB's former territory, and they've been brutal in maintaining control. Anyone who tries to challenge them is either killed or driven out."

I leaned back in my chair, smirking slightly. "So what you're saying is, the city's a mess? And you need me to help clean it up?"

Aegis shot me a glare. "This isn't a joke, Jester. You've stirred up a lot of trouble, and now we're all dealing with the consequences."

"Hey, I took down the empire and embarrassed them. I made sure those Nazi fucks can never show their faces around here again. You're welcome, by the way." I gestured vaguely around the room. "Maybe if you guys were better at your jobs, you wouldn't need me to clean up your messes."

Blossom gave me a look, silently pleading for me to tone it down. I sighed, leaning forward and adopting a more serious expression. If I knew it would get me bothered like this I wouldn't have let Blossom be a ward…

"Fine. What exactly do you need from me?"

Miss Militia glanced at Armsmaster, who gave her a small nod before speaking up. "We're making a… Task force of sorts. Blossom is basically invincible so she got a spot, she recommended you to join in…"

From Armsmaster's tone I could tell he didn't agree. It didn't take a genius to guess he didn't like me. Not many people at the table did.

Eyepatch was staring at me as if I was a ghoul, Miss Militia didn't seem pleased I was around, Battery and Assault were fairly indifferent, and Aegis was trying his best to ignore my feet tapping below the table.

"Sounds cool. Super secret task force to eradicate all these new villains? Bet you guys want the public to see us all working together as well."

Miss Militia visibly flinched as my smirk deepened.

"Let me guess, PHO is praising me for being able to take down a gang you guys have let run rampant for years, now you want to coast along my growing fame and public approval?"

"Jester…" Blossom groaned underneath her breath, though she seemed amused despite her tone.

"Hey, I just like it when people are honest. Go ahead and tell me how much you wish I was The PRT's bitch…"

"You annoying little-"

"Yes, that's exactly what they want," Assault spoke up, interrupting Eyepatch's outburst with a laugh.

"They really want you to be with us. Especially with that performance yesterday, how sick was that guys!?"

I smiled, nodding as I stood up.

"I'll work with you guys, but… Have you guys heard about the one who took down the Azn Bad Boys?" I asked, looking at Armsmaster as he was undoubtedly listening to dragon.

"A new unidentified cape in dark clothing, presumably a villain who controls insects."

"Yeah… I have a theory, it's related to that gangster kid who beat up the merchants. Once I have more information I'll let you guys know-"

I coughed, feeling my Cthulhu grow in my soul dimension. He was growing pretty strong. Way too quickly too, I'd have to tighten the reigns on my eldritch abominations sooner rather than later if I didn't want an early apocalypse.

"Anyway… I'll keep in touch, later," I said, smashing through the window and free-falling toward the ground before teleporting in the shadows at the last second, popping up in Adam's new lair.

"Holy shit!" Some chubby Mexican guy yelled, aiming a Glock at me as the three others jumped out of their chairs to do the same.

I sighed, glancing around at the amateur setup, battered furniture, dim lighting, and the faint smell of stale fast food in the air. This was Adam's new base of operations? Pathetic.

"Relax," I said, my voice cold and steady as I took on the persona they were all familiar with, "Shoot, and you'll all be dead before your brains can register that it was a mistake."

The tension in the room hung thick, but no one fired. It makes sense to be honest, I beat the shit out of these fucks for weeks, and destroyed their bodies just to bring them to average fighting ability. I could see the hesitation in their eyes, and the slight wavering of their guns as they recognized me. Good. At least they weren't entirely stupid.

Adam, who had been sitting at a table in the back of the room, stood up slowly, his eyes narrowing as he looked at me. There was always that subtle tension whenever he was around me now. I'd been in his head so long that it was almost an addiction to mess with him. I'd kept the old friends thing, but I also made him suspicious of me, despite me being the only reason he had this gig.

"Victor," he said, his voice gruff, attempting to mask his unease. "Didn't expect you to drop in."

I walked further into the room, casually pushing aside the gun one of his men still had trained on me. "Just wanted to talk to you buddy, but what's with all the guns still on me?" I said, smiling a bit at the others as they slowly lowered their weapons, though their eyes remained fixed on me.

This was too much fun. I always had that urge to fight, it's why I did most of the shit I did, but when guns got involved? That rush grew—that dark, almost sadistic urge to destroy someone's body until they couldn't function normally.

Adam's eyes flicked to the men around us before nodding toward a side room. "Let's go somewhere more private."

As soon as we were inside, he closed the door and turned to face me, his posture stiff. He knew I wasn't here for a social visit. "What's up?"

I leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "I have a job for you..."

Adam's brow furrowed, a mixture of suspicion and curiosity in his gaze. I'd gotten quite good at reading people, plus I was controlling him anyway, so of course I made him feel that way. "What kind of job?"

"The Syndicate's been doing well, but it's time to push them into the spotlight. There's a new cult rising in the city—the Order of Canary. They're gaining followers fast, and I need them dealt with. I hate competition by the way, just in case what happened to Joker wasn't enough to push that point across."

Adam frowned, ignoring my idle words and focusing on the main part of the sentence. "Dealt with how?"

I smirked. "I want the Syndicate to go to war with them. Publicly. It'll put the Syndicate on the map as a serious contender in the city, and it'll send a message to anyone else thinking of filling the power vacuum."

Adam's hesitation made sense. He wasn't an idiot—he knew I was using him, and he didn't like it. But he also knew that refusing me wasn't an option. I could make him like it of course... But why would I do that?

"And what do we get out of this?" He asked, the subtle glow of his power on his knuckles making me chuckle a bit.

I stepped closer, getting in his face and pulling the scepter of Wrath out. It was a long golden staff-like weapon, at the tip was a dragon figurehead, each spine and point sharp enough to cut into steel. "You get more territory, more influence, and a better reputation on the streets. Why the fuck do you care what I get out of it?"

Adam clenched his jaw, his eyes hardening as he absentmindedly brought his hand to his shoulder where I cut into him with this very weapon weeks before. "And what about the PRT? They're already on edge with everything that's been going on. I don't think-"

I waved a hand dismissively. "Let me worry about the PRT. They won't interfere as long as we keep things controlled. Besides, you're not doing anything they wouldn't do themselves—just cleaning up the city, one birdy at a time right?"

He didn't respond immediately, his mind clearly working through the implications. There was that tension again, the unspoken acknowledgment that he was in over his head, that he was dancing on strings I controlled. But ultimately, he was ambitious, and that ambition would win out over his reservations.

"Fine," he said after a long pause. "We'll take on the Order of the Canary. But if this backfires—"

"It won't," I cut in, my tone final. "I've got everything under control."

He didn't look convinced, but he nodded nonetheless. "Alright. I'll get MY men ready. But I want something in return."

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Has my friend grown a pair?"

Adam met my gaze, and for the first time, there was a clear spark of defiance in his eyes. "I want the Syndicate to be more than just your plaything. We're not just here to do your dirty work. If we're going to do this, I want more autonomy."

I studied him for a moment, considering his request. Adam was showing some backbone, which I didn't expect. It was a dangerous game, letting him think he had any real power, but it could also be useful for when I eventually let it spill that I was a master. A gang leader who believes he has free will would probably be more motivated as well...

"Alright," I said, a slow smile spreading across my face. "You want autonomy, you've got it. But remember, Adam—you owe everything to me. Please don't forget that."

The tension between us crackled, but he nodded, satisfied for now. "I won't forget."

"Good. Now get to work. I want to see results within a few months."

With that, I turned and left the room, feeling Adam's eyes on my back the entire time. The subtle tension was still there, but now it was tinged with something else—ambition, maybe even a touch of resentment. That was fine. A little tension keeps things interesting, and as long as he did what I needed him to do, I didn't care what he thought.

As I stepped out of the building, I couldn't help but smirk. The Syndicate was in play, and with the right nudges, they'd tear through the Order of the Canary like a wrecking ball. The city was a powder keg, and I was more than happy to light the fuse.

Now, it was time to check in on Canary and see how her little cult was coming along. Things were about to get very interesting in Brockton Bay.

Buttercup

Buttercup sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the ceiling, her thoughts a tangled mess of insecurity. She couldn't understand why Victor hadn't made a move on her yet. Blossom was already his—she knew that for sure—but for some reason, he hadn't taken the same interest in her. It gnawed at her mind and her confidence, making her question everything about herself.

Maybe it was because she was a tomboy? She wasn't as delicate or feminine as Blossom, and certainly not as bubbly and sweet as Bubbles. She was tough, rough around the edges, and had always been proud of that. But now, she wondered if that was the problem. Maybe Victor didn't see her the same way he saw her sisters.

She'd thought she'd done the whole blushing and shy thing correctly, yet he hadn't bothered to follow up their previous session, despite her extensive training to get both holes ready for him.

Buttercup sighed, her eyes drifting down to her chest. She wasn't as… developed as Blossom or Bubbles either, and while she'd never cared much about that before, now it seemed like a glaring flaw.

Was that it? Did Victor think she wasn't attractive enough? The idea made her stomach twist uncomfortably.

It wasn't like she wanted to be with him just because Blossom was. No, it was more than that. Victor was... different. He made her feel things she didn't understand, things that made her want to be close to him, to feel his attention on her.

She'd never liked the cliche of a girl and a guy getting together just because it was the first experience they'd ever had, but she couldn't help it.

She wanted him to see her as a woman and take her just as he had her sisters, but instead, he treated her like a friend, or worse, like a little sister. It was infuriating.

Buttercup clenched her fists, frustration bubbling up inside her. She wasn't used to feeling this way—vulnerable, unsure of herself. It was easier to be angry, to punch something until the confusing feelings went away. But this wasn't something she could just punch away. It was something she had to figure out, something she had to face.

"Why not me?" she muttered to herself, her voice barely a whisper. She wasn't used to feeling jealous, especially not of her own sister.

'Why am I not good enough?'

She shook her head, trying to push the thoughts away. This wasn't like her. She was Buttercup, the toughest of the Powerpuff Girls. She wasn't supposed to care about this stuff. But she did, and that made her feel weak, something she hated more than anything.

She thought about the times they'd spent together, the way he teased her, the way he made her laugh despite herself. There was a connection there, she was sure of it. But then why hadn't he done anything? Did he not see her that way at all? The thought made her chest tighten with a mix of disappointment and confusion.

"Maybe he just doesn't like me like that…" she whispered, the words tasting bitter on her tongue. It was a possibility, one she didn't want to admit but couldn't ignore. Maybe Victor just didn't see her as anything more than what they were already.

Buttercup rolled onto her side, curling up slightly as she hugged her pillow. She wanted to be strong, to brush this off like she did everything else. But this was different. This was about more than just pride—it was about her feelings, feelings she didn't know how to handle.

She'd never felt this way before, never cared so much about what someone thought of her. But Victor had wormed his way into her thoughts, making her question everything she thought she knew about herself. And that scared her more than anything.

Buttercup squeezed her eyes shut, trying to push the thoughts away, but they kept coming back, nagging at her, making her doubt herself in ways she never had before. She just wanted to know why. Why hadn't he chosen her? What was she lacking that Blossom had?

'Is it because he's seen her fight for real?' She thought, opening her eyes and jumping out of her bed. Blossom was getting pretty famous in the city as a strong hero, despite being so young, maybe she'd have to show Blossom was nothing compared to her…

Rachel Roth

Rachel coughed and gagged by the bay, wiping at her tears as she tried to get her emotions under control.

Rachel replayed the scene with her boyfriend over and over in her mind.

"Stop fighting me you know you want it," He had said right before black tendrils of shadow had torn him apart.

She looked at her hands, the swirling shadow like energy still there.

She hadn't meant to do it. She had felt the surge of power, the overwhelming darkness that had burst from her like a dam breaking, but she hadn't known what would happen. When she saw what she had done, she could only stare in horror at the blackened stain on the floor where Sam had stood moments before.

Terrified and alone, Raven fled, her mind racing as she tried to understand what she had become.

The changes in her body were disgusting. Her skin had turned an unnatural shade of gray, she'd filled out more than her petite frame had been originally, and she could feel the shadows around her like living entities, whispering and curling at the edges of her mind.

She had become something else—something monstrous.

She could feel people around her now, their emotional states, hate, anger, love, depressed, she felt it all at once, and it made her sick.

But there was something else, too. A sensation that had been growing stronger with each passing second. Something else that felt, it wasn't human, she could feel that much.

As she walked through the city, lost in her thoughts, she found herself standing in an old, crumbling down and nearly abandoned part of it. The buildings were mostly deserted, and the streets were empty save for the occasional addict or hooker, but there was a strange, almost palpable energy in the air. Raven shivered, wrapping her arms around herself as she looked around, trying to pinpoint where the sensation was coming from.

It was here. She could feel it, just beneath her feet, a vast and terrible power, pulsing with a rhythm that matched her own heartbeat. It was drawing her in, almost seducing her with the promise of strength.

That was another thing, be it part of her subconscious, or her new powers messing with her, but she had this strange attraction to strong beings. She'd already noticed how her feelings had changed toward a few of the stronger people she knew.

Raven knelt down, pressing her hand against the cold, cracked pavement. Almost as if her powers had an autopilot, the dark energy seeped into the cracks, searching for the strong presence. It was alive, and it was calling to her, whispering her name in a language she didn't understand but somehow knew all too well.

She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation, trying to understand what it was trying to tell her. It was ancient, older than anything she had ever encountered, and it was hungry. Hungry for destruction, for chaos, for death.

Then she heard the Endbringer alarms.

The sound jolted her out of her trance, sending a wave of terror crashing over her. She knew what those alarms meant—everyone did. An Endbringer was coming, and it was close. The ground beneath her trembled, and the energy she had been feeling surged to life, more powerful and terrifying than before.

Raven stood, her heart pounding in her chest as the dark presence below seemed to swell, growing stronger with each passing second. This was it. This was what had been calling to her, the source of the terrible power she had felt since her Trigger.

She was standing right above it, and it was waking up.

This wasn't just any presence. This was something far worse, something primal and destructive. It was the energy of an Endbringer, And it was waking up beneath her feet.

The ground beneath Rachel's feet trembled, a deep, rumbling growl that seemed to come from the very core of the earth. She staggered, nearly losing her balance as the tremor grew stronger, more violent. The buildings around her began to shake, windows shattering as the tremors intensified, sending cracks spider-webbing through the pavement.

She had to get out of there. Whatever was coming, she couldn't face it alone. But as she turned to run, she felt her own power wrap around her, trapping her in place and pulling her back toward the Endbringer as it grew closer to the surface. She gasped as the power surged through her again, more forceful this time, nearly knocking her off her feet.

Rachel fell to her knees, the ground beneath her splitting open as the energy continued to build. She could see it now, in her mind's eye—a massive, dark shape, buried deep beneath the city, its form shifting and writhing as it struggled to break free. It was coming, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

"No," she whispered, her voice trembling.

But even as she said the words, she knew they were futile. This was beyond her, how could she tell a godlike being no?

The ground cracked open wider, a deep, yawning chasm that seemed to stretch on forever as she floated there, still and frozen while she stared down into the darkness, feeling the cold, suffocating presence of the Endbringer rising up to meet her. The air was thick with the stench of decay, the sound of the earth tearing itself apart filling her ears.

She had to get out of there. She had to warn someone, anyone, before it was too late.

And then, with a deafening roar, the ground gave way entirely.

Rachel screamed as she was thrown into the air, the world spinning around her as she plummeted into the darkness below. The last thing she saw before the darkness swallowed her was the sky, the dirty disgusting sky that was normal in Brockton Bay. As she fell though, it was almost beautiful.

For what felt like an eternity, Rachel fell, her body tumbling through the darkness, her mind overwhelmed by the sheer force of the energy that had been unleashed. She could feel it all around her, pressing in on her from every side, suffocating her with its power. It was like being submerged in a deep, black ocean, the weight of the water crushing her, the cold seeping into her bones.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the fall stopped.

Rachel gasped, her lungs burning as she was jolted back to reality. She was lying on her back, the ground beneath her cold and hard, the darkness pressing in on her from every side. She could feel the energy still swirling around her, but it was different now—calmer, more controlled, as if it had finally found its purpose.

Slowly, painfully, Rachel pushed herself up onto her elbows, her eyes straining to see through the darkness before it lit up, some kind of night vision? She didn't know.

She was in some kind of cavern, the walls slick with moisture, the air thick with the smell of earth and decay. The ground beneath her was cold and uneven, the floor of the cavern littered with debris.

And in the center of it all, glowing with an eerie, deadly aura, was the Endbringer.

Rachel stared in horror at the massive form clawing its way to the surface. The Behemoth.

And it was awake.

A/N: Tried to make this longer but nothing felt right. Next chapter is going to be pretty long, Prelude to Behemoth The full fight The Aftermath and a last minute call with The Batfamily, i'm predicting 12-18k words in total, but could be even longer who knows. Behemoth isn't supposed to be showing up this early given his quest said a month, but I realized he's not exactly the type to "Grind" as the quests wanted him too. So early Behemoth with a reasonable progress rate on his classes. I planned for Jester class to be pretty broken later, so can't have him max it out yet, not until the next big bad.

Why is Raven "Bonding" with Behemoth? No clue. Wrote it down in my notes when I decided how to add her to the story, and kinda liked the idea of her like this. Who knows where I'll go with it in the future, villain raven?

Skill Index- My Chaotic Little Things

Inside a soulscape, Newborn Eldritch atrocities have been born and are growing in Victor's Soul, he can call upon these beings, but they have a will of their own, no guarentees they'll listen to him if he's weak.

Expect Victor's Power Scaling to go bullshit levels next Chapter, I already hinted he could get stupid powerful before this

Anyway, hope you enjoyed and see you next time.