Help! My Mom Wants To Take Over The World! - Chapter 13 (Final)

And here it is, the concluding chapter of Help! My Mom Wants To Take Over The World! based on Plumeater's suggestion, which gained the most votes.

Honestly, this is not a fate I had wished for Clara, but hey, whatever, its only fiction, right? ;)

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Somewhere near the western border of some European country, Stephanie's attention was detached from the scenery playing out in front of her, where black-clad soldiers were busy herding a mob of civilians through the streets in the direction of a nearby forest while using shouts and hard shoves.

Stephanie stood staring with fascination at a distant thunderstorm raging over a city on the horizon.

Her red dress stood out in stark contrast against the dark uniforms of the men around her. She could sense their awe and fear for her as they walked past her. The screams of innocent civilians echoed through the air, pitching higher when a few warning shots were fired in the air.

An old lady broke free from the crowd and pointed an accusing finger at Stephanie, her voice shrill with fury.

"She will drag you to hell as soon as your usefulness is fulfilled, wench! Mark my words!" she screamed before a soldier struck her in the stomach with the butt of his gun. She doubled over, coughing up what was left of her morning meal onto the concrete.

Another guy swam against the mob's current and was just in time to swing his hand in Stephanie's direction, which held a bottle of beer, before he was kicked to the ground and shot in the face by two soldiers.

Thrown with perfect precision, the beer bottle sailed through the air toward Stephanie's face until it burst into nothingness as it collided with the invisible force field surrounding Stephanie at all times.

One of the soldiers – the one who had fired the bullet – holstered his gun and came striding up to Stephanie with a self-complacent smirk, eager to put himself in solid with her as his boots crunched in loose gravel. Coming to a halt a few feet away from the ridiculous, powerful youth who could have been his daughter, he stood at attention. "He's neutralized, Miss."

Unfazed by his voice, Stephanie kept her gaze fixed on the thunderstorm brewing in the distance, her voice almost monotone as she said, "All of them?"

"W-what do you mean, miss?" Nervousness hijacking his voice.

"You said he is neutralized." her glacial voice said. "That implies an individual."

The soldier shifted uncomfortably as he looked nervously over his shoulder to the throng of people who were roughly being ushered away.

Small children were among them, clutching their parent's hands tightly, faces registering fear and confusion. "We burned down their homes and all of their possessions, Miss. These people have nothing left now. And they are declared outlaws."

Stephanie took the trouble to look him in the eyes for the first time during this conversation, coercing him to avert his eyes to the ground in reverence. "You know what a malignant tumor is, minion?"

"In broad terms, yes."

"Then you know its foremost characteristic."

The soldier gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"It expands, minion. It spreads and invades without mercy."

"T-there are infants among their ranks, miss," he said with the voice of a mouse.

Stephanie was about to say something, but then she saw another soldier--an officer with a portly gait and a thick mustache--walk over to the other soldier. In one swift motion, he pulled out his firearm and banged a bullet through his skull. The dead body slumped down as blood pooled beneath it.

"Excuse me the incompetence of my subordinate, miss." The officer bowed his head. "We were already busy carrying out your wish." The officer began to march away when Stephanie spoke up once more.

"No bullets," Stephanie said. He stopped abruptly and craned his neck over his shoulder, confusion evident on his face.

He followed the direction her gaze indicated, and his eyes landed on a hauling flame tank affixed to the back of one of his subordinates, making him immediately realize what was expected of him.

He gave Stephanie a grave nod and strode away to bark commands to his troops.

As Stephanie ascended in a vertical line with her arms crossed, defying gravity, she once more zeroed in on the thunderstorm further ahead, already forgetting the issue on the ground.

She tuned out the shrieks of terror and the roar of the flamethrower as flames surged out of its nozzle, incinerating the crowd of infidels.

With a sonic boom in her wake and a determined look on her face, Stephanie roared off toward the thunderstorm raging above a city further ahead.

She could see flashes of lightning and feel the rumblings of thunder vibrating through the air.

A silhouetted shape tore through the dark clouds, hurtling its way toward the earth's surface and to the bustling city below.

Clara cried in ecstasy as her naked body shot down like a meteor while she was getting railed by several overly enhanced nerds who now looked like descendants of Hercules. One was drilling his shaft with frenzied energy in her anus, another was impaling her from the front as his powerful arms held her close, and a third was licking and teasing her nipples like he was cherishing a delicious ice cream.

As Stephanie soared stationary in midair, she watched the scene playing out in front of her with a blank face.

Another horde of enhanced nerds swarmed out of the clouds, buzzing like bees to find their queen as they flocked to catch up with Clara, each eager to have their own moment with her.

But they were already too late. Like an out-of-control asteroid, Clara plummeted through a three-story high warehouse before crashing into the earth, creating a prolific shockwave that broke down many walls and shattered innumerable windows in a kilometers-wide radius.

Stephanie alighted leisurely among a crowd of panicked citizens in the wrecked streets of a city she did not know and did not care about its name.

Stephanie strode to a row of overly muscular men standing in a circle around a crater. They dwindled back to their former hideous, nerdy-like self and walked off before Stephanie reached Clara, who was still catching her bearings.

Clara's eyes twinkled with bliss as they found Stephanie's while lying exhausted in the core of a crater. "That. Was… heavenly," she breezed with a satisfied sigh before standing up and dusting off the rubble of her magnificent body.

"I'm sure it was, my Goddess… By the way, the infidels from whatever-the-fuck-the-name-of-that-town-is are taking care of."

Walking up to Stephanie in her naked gloriousness, Clara clasped her shoulder. "I would not have expected anything less of you, protégé." She presented a seductive smile with her immaculate face that could cause any regular person who had the slightest inclination of sexual attraction towards women to feel an urgent desire to lick it.

"Anything else?" Stephanie said curtly.

Clara's compassionate smile disappeared, and she arched a brow. "Anything okay with you?"

Stephanie shrugged. "Sure, why wouldn't I?"

"Well, you seem a bit off. Did anything unpleasant happen over there, dear?"

"You mean while you were getting pounded in every possible hole in the clouds?"

"Are you jealous?"

Stephanie snorted, turning her back towards Clara. "Anything else?"

"Hey." Clara reached her hand out intending to comfort her protégé, but Stephanie shook off the touch.

"Fine!" Clara crossed her arms, her voice becoming cold. "Go to that North Korean imbecile and explain to him in vivid detail that any attempt at a preemptive nuclear strike at us or any of our allies will irrevocably lead to the total destruction of his precious nation."

Stephanie gave a curt nod. "Have fun, cougar," she mumbled, barely audible before bending her knees to launch herself into the air. Her feet had barely left the ground before one of her ankles was grasped by Clara, slamming her back onto the ground. Landing on her butt, Stephanie shook her head and looked up at Clara with an annoyed glare. "What gives?"

Clara placed her hands on her hips. "What did you just call me?"

"Um, nothing."

"Cougar, was it?" Clara seethed as she took an aggressive step forward and, with a forceful tug, yanked Stephanie up by her hair, dangling her above the ground. "A whimpering snotnose turned Goddess mere days ago, and she's already exhibiting rebellion." she spat in her face. "I ought to take those powers away from you and make you even more helpless than a mentally limited dipstick with an IQ lower than a cactus who's paralyzed from the neck."

"You can't," Stephanie uttered between groans of distress as her Goddess suspended her in the air by her hair.

Clara laughed in a mocking tone. "Watch me, brat. However, let me first grant you some well-deserved spank." She balled up a fist and drew it backward before flinging it forward to make contact with Stephanie's face.

Clara's face froze in shock as Stephanie's hand shot up to intercept her clenched fist with lightning speed. "You can't." A smirk of satisfaction crossed Stephanie's face.

Clara was used to commanding her will with ease, so she found herself intrigued and slightly perturbed as she had to exert a considerable effort to force her fist past Stephanie's hand.

Clara was confident that, with enough effort, she could come out on top. Yet still, she found her pupil's strength captivating. Maybe she had underestimated the power she'd granted her. Letting her have her little victory felt like the right thing to do.

"Come here, you." Stephanie instantly released the counterforce her arm gave against Clara's pushing fist, making the latter bounce against her.

Stephanie's velvety lips were already moving along Clara's before she could react, clearly craving a passionate long kiss. Two firm hands meandered towards Clara's sculpted glutes and began kneading them.

"Mmm," Clara hummed in delight. "Feeling a bit brazen now, are we? I like it."

"Then show it to me, my Goddess. Let me taste your tongue." Stephanie replied.

Clara and her partner shared a passionate dance of the tongues as they intertwined in the moist darkness of each other's mouths.

Clara relished in it, surprised that she enjoyed kissing a girl so much despite the fact she had always been straight.

Fully immersed in the deed, Clara did not realize that while Stephanie was enjoying it too, she was also occupied by something else.

Clara, as the supreme God of the universe, could be aware of every thought and emotion experienced by all sentient beings. Except for Stephanie's, since she had bestowed upon her the powers of a Goddess.

Her mental fortitude was now formidable enough to keep out any incursion from the tentacles of Clara's probing mind.

She'd never given that notion too much attention and allowed Stephanie – as the only being in the universe – her inner privacy.

Stephanie was aware that this was the ideal opportunity to utilize it in her favor. All she had to do was to briefly divert her Goddess's attention away from mundane matters and onto sexual gratification.

Stephanie's hand snaked its way to the front and began deftly stimulating her Goddess's snatch, causing a deep and satisfying moan to escape Clara's lips.

In the same way that time gradually erodes physical health over the years, Stephanie began to sap Clara's strength each time her tongue touched her. It was almost imperceptible, like the slow suction of a thin straw.

This kiss had to last but not too long. Stephanie only needed to ensure her power was slightly more dominant than Clara's. She had to consume the nucleus of Clara's strength. Once she did that, its flow would be hers to control.

And it was done.

Stephanie parted her lips from Clara's and pulled away the hand that was giving her pleasure. Prompting a confused and yearning expression on Clara's face as she asked, "Too much?" guessing that Stephanie could not handle being so close to her divine figure.

One corner of Stephanie's lips curled up, indicating a faint smirk. She shook her head. "Just enough to do this." She stretched her index finger and jabbed it against Clara's chest, just like she did when Stephanie was turned into a deity.

It had the same effect on Clara as it had on her: the pain, the wriggling on the floor. The only difference was that Clara was not elevated by it. Instead, her energy was violently taken from her and transferred to Stephanie.

What remained after was a pitiful remnant of Clara's former godlike existence, leaving behind an ordinary woman – who was still above average beautiful – with feint aging lines in her face you often saw with people in their thirties.

"H-how?" Clara's voice trembled as she looked up at Stephanie. Her throat tightened as she gaped at Stephanie, whose beauty now shone with an otherwordly glow. The cerulean eyes of the fair-haired teenager peered at her with a tinge of glee.

"Trust, my dear minion." Stephanie lightly touched Clara's shoulder as she spoke. "You should grant something so precious only to yourself."

"What are you going to do now?" Clara rose to her feet and glanced at her newly weakened form with disdain. Just minutes ago, she was a mighty Goddess with immense capabilities. Now, she was just a mortal...a mere servant to a deity she had granted the gift of divinity. Her hatred of the situation burned deep within her.

Stephanie struck a pose with arms akimbo as she surveyed the view before her, her red dress flapping in the breeze.

"Simple, Everyone in existence will live to serve me--to satisfy my desires, make my life enjoyable, and pay homage to me. Bow down to me... Even you." she peered over her shoulder with a sly grin.

"I.." Clara stammered, realizing that any opposition was pointless. She had been used to being in control, but now she had to understand that she was a mere mortal, controlled by a higher power. Stephanie, the petite teen and her son's love interest, had become THE Goddess, the omniscient entity above all else. No one was greater than her.

"W-what about me? What will happen to me now?" Clara's eyes were begging for answers. "I've made you into this, goddamnit!" She pounded her fist against a wall and groaned as pain shot through her hand, a sensation she had not felt for quite some time now that she did not possess superpowers anymore.

Stephanie let out a full-throated laugh. "You're actually quite endearing like this, Clara. Okay, you know what? I feel benevolent today, so I will cut you some slack. You will be able to fly. You will even be multiple times stronger than the average human. But besides that, you're just a mere mortal. You will even be vulnerable to a bullet or a knife. But do not worry. Your secret is safe with me." Stephanie winked and blasted off, ready to stake her claim as the universe's unquestioned ruler.