Birth of The Raven

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Story © Steve Zink for knyght

The following story contains characters owned by DC Comics/Warner Bros. It is written as a fanfic parody story not intended to make any use of actual story lines in published books. The story is purely for fun, with no profit to be made by the author.

With a hum, the conversion device lowered, and released its victim to the floor. Hippolyta fell to her knees as Barbara moved over and unstrapped the mesmerizer from her head. Diana looked down, and saw her mother's eyes glowing with an unholy light, and as she continued to watch, she saw the Warlock, who approached the fallen queen.

"Who do you serve, slave?" he asked, laying his hand on her head.

"You, master," Hippolyta answered in a mindless monotone. "I exist to serve your whim, and will give my body and soul to further your cause."

Wonder Woman uttered a cry of shame and despair at the sight of her queen and mother kneeling before her nemesis. As she did so, she felt something within her soul twist and vanish. The goodness of her mother, the warm light of her presence that she and all her people carried within them, had disappeared. The light had been almost all that had let her resist the Warlock to this point, and now it was gone. She felt her shoulders slump in defeat as she fought to grasp the
implications.

Diana continued floating in the stasis field for another hour, the thoughts within her mind becoming darker and darker. She shuddered to think what could further have been done to her mother to bring these thoughts on. She heard the door to the chamber open, and looked up; Diana was aghast to see the answer to her question.

Queen Hippolyta entered the chamber, dressed out in the attire she had adopted as the Warlock's slave enforcer. She was carrying a small sack in her left hand. Nowhere to be seen was any of the queen's ivory white skin. Her entire body was encased in tightly fitted black leather, her head covered by a cowl leaving only her eyes and mouth visible. Her once glorious long blonde hair rose vertically from a hole on top of the cowl, then streamed down her back. The queen's already impressive height was added to even further by the heels of the boots she wore, and they clicked viciously as she approached her daughter.

"You see, Diana," she told the Amazon as she reached out with her clawed black hand to raise her chin, "the Warlock has given me a new mission. I am to make sure everything he wants done takes place as he desires. By now, you should have passed the last of your claims to the light in your mind. It is time for you to allow your own transformation to take place. Let the dark rule!"

Diana turned once more to gaze upon the black costume awaiting her. She felt an overwhelming urge to don it and become the Warlock's Queen, with control over all he commanded. That would include this blonde enforcer, even the Warlock himself, if she was careful!

Diana closed her eyes, willing the nanocircuitry inside her to take control. Moments later, her eyes reopened with an evil glow shining from them. Hippolyta saw the change in her daughter, and released her from the stasis field. The newly strengthened Diana did not even fall to the floor as she dropped. She came down on her feet, flexed her knees to absorb the impact, then rose majestically.

Diana turned and walked to the costume which had been awaiting her. She reached to the top of her head, and removed the last bit of Wonder Woman she had. With a sneer, she tossed the tiara toward Hippolyta. Diana reached for the black leather bikini bottom, then slipped her legs into it and pulled it into position. The minimal strapless
brassiere was pulled down over her head, and she thrilled at the feeling of squeezing her voluminous chest into the tiny costume piece. The black tiara was placed in the hair above Diana's forehead, then she pulled on the shoulder length black gloves. Lastly, Diana sat to zip on the knee high, stiletto heeled black leather boots.

Her own height brought back up nearly to her mother's, Diana stood and placed her hands on her hips. "I've some more items for your costume," Hippolyta said as she reached into her sack. "The Warlock has modified your magic lasso and your power belt." Diana reached for the now glossy black belt, and strapped it around the top of her hips, covering the top of the bikini bottom, and well below the small of her waist. To this, she attached the now black lasso, looking now like a long black whip.

Her new costume now complete, the transformation of Diana was at an end. A wicked sneer formed on her lips. "Bow before your Queen, impudent slave!" she yelled at Hippolyta. "Give homage to your new Mistress, The Raven!"

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