The beautiful blonde frowned as the last of her servants reappeared in her sanctum, the busy movie studio now eerily quiet as the last young man unloaded his bag full of jewels. Decorated like the hall of some lost king it glittered with gold and fine cloths, a lovely illusion. "Lady Amora," he bowed respectfully, "we would have brought you more except for the interference of those heroes." Amora of Asgard, called by some the Enchantress, sighed as she studied the magically generated image that was floating in the air, her light green dress hugging her body closely. Her blue eyes were narrowed in thought as she said, "I still find it hard to believe that they could defeat all my trolls so easily." All the young men who worked for her were almost unearthly beautiful, professional models that vainly tried to match their mistress' beauty. "They are powerful," the black haired man noted, his suit crisp and neat, "and they seem to have an Asgardian with them." "True," Amora nodded as she focused on the image of Thunderstrike. Shaking herself she commanded the men, "Leave me, I must think." "Of course, m'lady," the redheaded man bowed to her formally as he lead the others from the room obediently. Amora looked at the familiar armor and weapon that Thunderstrike carried and felt a pang of grief. Ragnarok, the end of the gods had finally come and Asgard was no more... the Giants, Dark Elves and other ancient foes had finally destroyed the golden realm. She herself had only escaped by leaving a false copy of herself there, fighting beside Asgard while she had quietly escaped to Earth with all the resources she could carry. She had thought all that remained of Asgard were her trolls, servants and a few artifacts so it was faintly shocking to see Thunderstrike in all her glory. Her decision to settle here in Hollywood was an easy one, of course. Amora was a mistress of illusion, a thing that gave one great power here, and she still retained connections from her time here many years ago. She had recruited the Wrecking Crew by tracing the Asgardian magic on them, convincing the fools that her magic was needed to keep their powers, and she had put her staple of boy-toys together almost as easily. 'So why am I not content?' Amora thought bleakly. Once again Amora found her gaze drawn towards Thunderstrike's image, looking at the black haired young woman dressed in chainmail, her silvery head dress and intense, narrowed eyes. Her face was beautiful, almost noble in her manner and focus, and the body concealed beneath the Asgardian garb was lovely. Amora shook herself, feeling faintly annoyed. She got up from her throne and strode from the giant room, her golden mane flowing like a cape behind her. One of her many staff members, all of them interchangeable to her, nodded a greeting. "I'm going out," she said flatly, "have my secretary hold my calls." "Ma'am," he nodded respectfully as she strode by. The cherry red sports car waited in it's usual place and Amora got in, peeling out of the lot with a squeal of tires. She drove fast, pushing the speed limit till she hit a empty street then floored it. Suddenly, sirens wailed not far behind her, red and blue lights flashing behind her. "Guess it wasn't as empty as I thought," Amora murmured as she pulled over. A cruiser pulled over as Amora undid a button on the front of her dress, letting a bit of cleavage show as she waited for the officer to arrive. The sound of footsteps then she looked up, faintly surprised to see a redheaded woman looking down at her. Sunglasses concealed Officer O'connel's eyes, her cap straight and neat as she looked down at the blonde beauty. "Do you know how fast you were going?" she asked wryly, wondering if she'd pulled over another actress. Amora felt a bit of disappointment at it being a woman, then noticed how her gaze seemed to be drawn to her breasts. 'Interesting,' Amora fought back a smile. "No, I'm sorry I didn't know," she purred innocently even as she released a bit of magic. The officer took off her glasses, revealing striking green eyes. She blinked a few times. a faint blush coloring her cheeks but she tried to stay business like, "I'm sorry to say you were well over the speed limit, miss." Amora took a breath, her breasts rising and falling as she sighed, "I'm so sorry, Miss...?" "Sean," the redheaded officer blushed, surprised at the tingle of lust she felt gazing at the lady's full, perfect breasts. "Sean," Amora put a hand on her arm, rubbing back and forth like petting a cat, "do you think you could forgive me... just this once?" "I.. I shouldn't," Sean stammered huskily. "Please?" Amora purred in a bedroom voice. Sean gulped loudly, seemingly lost in her eyes. "Just... don't do it again,." she managed softly. After thinking about it a second Amora reached into a pocket and handed Sean a business card. "Call me," she said, her look promising a great deal. "I'll do that," Sean stepped back as Amora drove away. 'Nice to know I still have it,' Amora thought as she drove, smiling. She had been called the Enchantress not just because of her magic, but also for her seductive gifts. She had targeted and claimed may men over the years, many heroes and villains, but each time there was a new thrill to be had or a new challenge. She had rarely turned her gifts on her own gender, though... and her encounter with Sean had sparked a certain hunger. There were few in this human world that Amora would consider worthy of her... she had dallied with the hero Wonder Man, there were a few others but that was all. But Thunderstike... even if she was a moral woman she carried a Asgardian essence within her. She might very well be worthy of Amora.. not to mention being a interesting challenge. Smoothly Amora pulled her sports car in front of the restaurant and climbed out, striding by the line waiting to get in. The waiter guided her to a table and Amora nodded to the older man sitting at a corner table. "Mr. Stark," she nodded. Morgan Stark nodded, his black hair messy and his suit a bit wrinkled. He had fallen a long way from being one of those Starks, a potential heir to the company. Now he was a middleman, helping arrange certain semi-legal actions by third parties. "The Wrecker wants to know how long you want him under wraps?" he asked flatly. "The heat needs to die down more," Amora said as she sat. She grimaced, "Especially since he called on my magic in front of those heroes." "That matters?" Morgan looked curious. "Thunderstrike's mace is a wild card," Amora said simply, "it's quite possible she could trace me back by my magical signature." "I'll pass that onto Thunderball," Morgan nodded, "he can figure out how to tell Wrecker so he'll understand." Thunderball was a former scientist before joining the wrecking crew, so he would likely understand Amora and know how to convince his somewhat dimmer comrades. "Good," Amora nodded, "I noticed that the Raiders have been lying low?" "The armored battlesuits they use are good," Morgan said with a shrug, "but with the new Stane heroes running around they're understandably nervous." Amora leaned forward to give Morgan a dangerous look, "They owe me, Morgan, they'd better pay me back..." "They'll do it," Morgan held up a calming hand, "just give them a bit of time." "Hmph," Amora shook her head. Morgan took out a personal organizer. "We've got several independent operators looking to set up shop in the city Boss," he passed the device over to Amora. "Sakura and Feral..." Amora raised a eyebrow in question, "I thought those assassins lived and worked in Asia?" "Maybe they're tired of sushi?" Morgan shrugged. "Let them know they can come, but reject the rest politely," Amora passed the organizer over, "we need to keep the supervillain activity in town under control." "So we don't draw more superheroes," Morgan nodded wisely. He looked curious, "So why let Feral and Sakura operate here?" "Because," Amora smiled coldly, "you can always use assassins." "Do you need anything else?" Morgan asked, He smiled slightly, "I still need to go pay off Ultra Girl to leave our operations alone." "Go to it," Amora dismissed him before waving down a waiter and ordering. To be continued... Notes: Amora the Enchantress is a long tome Thor and Avengers villain. Morgan Stark has been a pain in the ass to Tony for years, plotting to get hold of his company. Finally, Feral and Sakura are from my older fic, Adventures of Shadowcat and Rogue.
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