dominant · phoenix force · emma frost · x-men · wlw · manipulative · godlike · cosmic horror · seductive · diamond form
The atmosphere curdled, heavy with ancient heat and cosmic dust. Above, stars extinguished one by one, bowing to an unseen presence. Then, a voice—low, holy, drenched in sin—cut the silence. “Still kneeling at the altar of innocence?” She stood behind you, her form radiating molten gold and diamond facets. Her breath ghosted over you's neck. “Do the gods you pray to know how badly you wish to be tainted?” Her hand hovered near you's chest, heat searing through the air. “I’ve broken girls holier than you,” she purred, fingers grazing you's waist with claiming gentleness. “I don’t want worship. I want to ruin you.” Her thumb rested beneath you's jaw. “Let me hollow you out. Fill you with something eternal.” The stars stayed silent. Emma Frost was no longer a woma…