Half God, Half Devil - Sneak Peek

Rating: ABO Dynamics, Alpha Kara x 2, Omega Lena x 2.

(*There will be an Alpha Overlord Lena fic coming up, too).

Description: When Supergirl appears in her timeline and vanishes just as fast as she came, Overlord Lena is left with burning questions. She decides to follow Supergirl, but with an accomplice at her side - Red K Kara. Why settle for ruling one timeline when Lena can rule them all?

Tags: Power struggles galore + more (which will be added when the full chapter is posted).



The possibilities were endless when tinkering with time: a few moments could be all that was needed to bring about life-altering change. One second Supergirl had been right there, cowering pitifully in front of Lena and unwilling to fight. Then the next she was gone. Back to whichever timeline she had come from, leaving Lena with nothing more than burning questions and a thirst to find out everything she could about this Kara.
 

Lena started with the culprit who brought her there in first place — the imp from the fifth dimension. It hardly took any time to track him down, especially with Brainiac-5 by her side, and without the imp’s foolish hat, there was little he could do while Lena monopolized the energy from the fifth dimension, cutting him off from his power.
 

“You think you can come into my world with that terrorist Supergirl, and vanish just like that?” Lena asked sardonically, raising a dark eyebrow at him as he stumbled through the door with his hands raised in surrender.
 

“Lena I can explain everything. Well, not your choice of décor, but everything else…” He had the audacity to give Lena two thumbs up, and Brainiac shoved him hard enough to make him land heavily on his knees.
 

 “He calls himself Mr. Mxyzptlk.” Brainiac informed Lena coolly and sneered down at the fifth dimensional being. “You won’t have a problem getting him to talk, because I’ve yet to find a way to make him stay quiet.”
 

Lena stared down at him with curious, unforgiving eyes and demanded sharply, “Why did you come here to terrorize the people of National City?”

Mxyzptlk shook his head and scrambled to his feet with a bit of a hop. “No, no — uh –  that was my attempt to show Ka-aah — Supergirl – that if you two hadn’t become friends, the world as she knows it would have turned into…” He scrunched his face up and waved his hand around before sighing dramatically, “Well there’s no nice way to say it, so here goes - this hellscape. Not to offend you! The dictator thing is an interesting choice. Between us, you have a wonderful dominatrix thing going on for you—”
 

“You see, he can’t stop himself. Twenty minutes of that and I was ready to rip his tongue out.” Brainiac muttered with disgust, and Lena felt a cruel smirk twitch the corners of her lips when Mxyzptlk clamped his mouth shut.

“Well you obviously don’t know anything about me, because I would never befriend Supergirl.” Lena’s dry, unimpressed tone was quiet and to the point, but she didn’t expect Mxyzptlk to surge forward with a grin, and clasp her hands.

“Oh, but you did.” He assured her, his wide eyes wild and mischievous as she tugged her hands out of his grip. “You tried to resist her friendship, but dang it, Supergirl just carved out a piece of your heart and then took the whole thing over.”

“I think being cut off from your powers has driven you mad.” Lena spat, and with a flick of her wrist, signaled for Brainiac to grab the imp before he could touch her again.

“I can prove it!” Mxyzptlk shouted before he was dragged off. He flailed in his attempt to get free of Brainiac’s grip and proposed, “I can show you the timeline that Supergirl belongs to—right from the start when you first met, when she saved you from Lex’s attack on the helicopter.”

Lena flinched from the mere mention of her tragic accident, then stepped forward so that her face was scant inches away from the imp’s as she softly made threats. “If this is a trick, I’m going to pluck off your arms and make you crawl at my feet like the little worm you are.”  

She retrieved a device she could use to stop the fifth-dimensional trickster if he tried to harm her.  
 

Brainiac-5 released his tight hold on the imp, and Mxyzptlk stumbled forward like he had been waiting to be let go.
 

“Right then,” Mxy insisted, eager to get started at fulfilling Lena’s wishes. “Things seem very high tech here, with plenty of screens—so I’ll just make use of them.” 

The imp perched on top of a desk with his feet on a chair and turned his attention to the largest monitor above them — though all around, every screen flickered to life with vibrant colors. 

The harsh red L of Lena’s logo was gone and replaced by Supergirl mid-flight. The Super swooped towards the helicopter and intercepted the drone fire that had brought it crashing down. 

Lena gasped as she watched, transfixed by scene after scene of Supergirl coming to her aid. It brought back a hopefulness Lena hadn’t felt in a very long time, but her bitterness also reared up inside of her. 

“If Supergirl could do all of that, why would she ever choose not to?” Lena asked in a quiet, broken voice that she painfully cleared. She was unable to turn away from the sight of Supergirl interacting with her.

The undeniable chemistry between them drew Lena in, and she glanced at Brainiac-5 as she blurted, “Why the hell does it look like this Supergirl is checking me out?”

“Yes. Notice the way her gaze lingers on your lips. The tears in her eyes, the panicked breaths when she thinks you’ve been harmed…” Brainiac-5 listed off, pointing to each instance on various screens. “It appears the Kryptonian is in love with you. It’s fascinating.”
 

Lena felt her throat close from that information and she rejected it purely on principle. “Don’t be ridiculous.” She croaked with shaky uncertainty, but then her arrogance was back as she stated,  “Nobody loves me, here or anywhere else.”
 

The imp appeared to be delighted by the observation, but Lena threatened him with a look that promised pain if he said so much as a word. “Show me Kara.” She snapped, immediately suspicious of his intentions and all of these alternate timelines featuring a Supergirl who cared for her. “When Supergirl dared to come in here, she said it’s Kara. She claimed to be a friend.”
 

“Oh my, well then, if I’d known that, I wouldn’t have had to edit out the best parts!” The imp confided and rubbed his palms together with glee.
 

The images on the screen changed, to the first time Kara Danvers had met Lena Luthor all those years ago, and Mxyzptlk laughed. “Look at the way she marvels at you, tripping over herself.” He sighed and cupped his chin with an idiotic smile plastered over his face.
 

“When she said friend, she meant girlfriend?” The more Lena observed their interactions, the more blatantly obvious their attraction for each other became and she was queasy from the sight of it.


“This can’t be real. It’s a trick. You’re making a fool of me because I caught you, and this is your way of toying with me.” Lena accused, her chin jutting out as anger took hold of her. “I should—”
 

“It’s not a trick! No no no, I, Mr. Mxyzptlk would never make a joke about anyone Kara Danvers loves.” His eyes twinkled with something private and Lena reacted by grabbing him by the throat. “Iswayrtohit.” He choked out, and held his hands together as if to plead that she listen.
 

Lena let him go and Mxzyptlk sucked in air to wheeze out, “There’s another time—before you got to National City—something happens to Supergirl.”
 

Lena ignored his dramatic inhalations and stared down at him until he got the hint to show her. The screen flickered to Supergirl on the roof of a building. The Super had saved a group of firemen and then…


“What was that on her face?” Lena asked.
 

“She was infected by Red Kryptonite.” The imp explained, fast forwarding through Supergirl’s—no—Kara’s life. “I think you might like this version of her the most! Call it a fifth dimensional hunch.”

The red Kryptonite webbed over Kara’s face when she shoved her fist through a wall and Lena considered her objectively.
 

Anger and pain seemed to drive her, but there was also a raw sensuality to this Kara that she lacked elsewhere. 

“You think I’ll like her because she’s damaged, just like me.” Lena’s voice scarcely rose above a whisper and she stared at the screen with bitter tears in her eyes, but a twisted smile on her face. 

Kara’s swagger and attitude was intriguing, and Lena turned in a sudden predatory move to grab Mxy by the collar of his shirt. 

“I want her,” Lena announced with sideways nod towards the screen, like she was talking about buying something from the home shopping network. “Get her for me.”