Sequel of Enhanced (An Avenger's FanFiction).
After her supposed "death", Andromeda Johnson awakens to a new world not far from the one she was used to. She is in a whole new, dangerous world. A world on the brink of collapse. An enemy endangers thi...
In the decaying shell of the State Pavilion, Meda lay in wait, cloaked in shadows, as Chaos Insurgency convoys and Church of the Broken God war machines approached—unaware they were walking into a trap. When word reached her that Alpha-9's headquarters was under siege, she refused to retreat, knowing this assault was designed to split her attention. As the enemy infiltrated the Pavilion, Meda unleashed her power, becoming living shadow and dismantling them with surgical fury, one by one. Meanwhile, back at the compound, Alpha-9 fought to hold the line, with Nahash summoning reinforcements and Jocasta coordinating emergency support. Meda arrived like a falling star, obliterating enemy tanks and divine constructs with overwhelming solar energy, forcing even gods to stagger under her light. But her power burned too hot, and Nahash, seeing her falter, intervened just as Meda collapsed from exhaustion. As Nu-7 arrived and turned the tide with steel precision, Alpha-9 stood victorious, though battered. In the aftermath, Meda was carried to safety, bathed, tended to, and reminded that she need not carry every burden alone—for she was not just their leader, but their heart.
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I woke up starving.
Not the kind of hunger you could ignore, either—this was the deep, gnawing, soul-level kind. The kind that crawled up from your belly and whispered, "You haven't eaten since before you vaporized a dropship." I blinked blearily at the ceiling, the dim starlight filtering through the window casting soft patterns across the room. Everything ached in that satisfying, post-apocalypse-cleanup kind of way. My bones felt like they'd been reheated in a microwave and left to cool on a counter. My skin still buzzed faintly with residual magic, like a storm that had forgotten it was supposed to pass. And yet... I couldn't move. Not much, anyway.
Mostly because Nahash had coiled around me sometime during the afternoon sleep, tail looped around my waist, arms tangled with mine, one thigh locked over both of mine like a sleepy security system. Her body radiated warmth like a slow-burning hearth, and her breathing was soft against my neck, steady and deep. "Nahash," I murmured, voice still rough from rest. No response. "Nahash, love. I'm hungry." She didn't stir. "I need to get up," I tried again, shifting slightly beneath her. That earned me a low, groggy huff, followed by a gentle tightening of her coils as if to say, "No, you don't."
I chuckled, turning my head to brush a kiss against her temple. "Come on," I whispered against her skin. "I'm starving. I haven't eaten since before I melted a tank, remember?" Another small grunt. Her tail twitched in mild protest. "I still need to deliver the meat I bought before everything went to hell," I added softly. "Everyone's probably waiting for dinner that doesn't come out of a ration bar." That finally did it. She let out the most indignant sigh I'd ever heard from a divine being and cracked one amber eye open, groggy and glowing. I kissed her again, this time on the nose. "You're cute when you're annoyed."
