Three ancient kingdoms remain hidden in the world where Amazons, Atlantians, Kryptonians lived among humans. Technology replaced magic in the world of humans, and heroes rise to fight for justice. The awakening of a sleeping Princess is not from the...
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Cristina groaned as she teleports from Germany to the spiral stair steps inside her mansion in Gotham. Tired and exhausted, Cristina carelessly removed her costume, leaving a trail of clothes behind her. The hall was empty of the staff as King Caleb ordered and promised to. Cristina escaped to her bathroom, tempting to bathe but that'll make her even more tired than she already is. Cristina faced the right side of the bathroom wall that was inches away from her tub.
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With a yawn, Cristina pressed the trigger where it hid a trap door that leads to her private lair. The trigger glowed brightly underneath her palm and shone her Crest symbol as the door slid sideways, revealing another staircase. Cristina builds the hidden passageways herself; it was her lair, lab, and spell room. Cristina had over hundreds of labs built for her magic use, but she always preferred labs that were beneath the ground. It's easier to destroy and makes a miraculous escape in case of troubled times.
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Cristina's footsteps announced her presences and a voice spoke out from the lab. "Missus, I told you before you cannot force yourself down here because of me!" The man's voice pleaded.
"Well, lucky they're not coming after you, eh, John?" Cristina chuckled as she entered inside the lab, revealing her bare breasts to John Constantine.
Cristina snapped her fingers, lighting her underground fortress through the chandelier torches and her large fireplace. John Constantine stumbled back, crashing into things as he wrestled with her robe that hung on a hook. Cristina snickered, crossing her arms over her chest and watched how John kept on glancing back at her.
