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Like Father, Like Daughter (part 3 of a Wonder Woman Fan Fic)


Diana’s eyes shot open.   She was immediately confused as to where she was.   She was in bed, in the townhouse in .   For most mortals such a vivid dream would mean nothing more than an afterthought on the way to work, but Diana knew better.   She would have to contact someone on Themyscira for some advice as how to interpret this dream.   Of course a dream was a nicer idea to conceive of at the moment as opposed to thinking it really happened.  

She heard a beeping coming from somewhere.   It was the JLA comms link.   She grabbed it from where she always kept it.   Neither were active members of the JLA at the moment, but as founding members they still had unlimited access to all League resources, so both she and Bruce Wayne would have access to such a device.”   

“I am here Bruce, sorry I was sleeping,” Diana replied, “what is it?”

“I am in at the moment and was wondering if you would like to meet up to discuss some things,” he said.

“Bruce Wayne asking for help?” Diana said, “it must be dire.”

“Not help,” he said, “more like giving some information.   I could just send you the file, but I am here anyway.”

“When and where do you want to meet?” she said.

“I will be there in five minutes,” he said, “I can’t stay long either, I should be back in tonight.”

“OK,” Diana said, “see you soon.”

Bruce pulled up in his limo almost exactly when he said he would.   It was not common for Bruce Wayne to be seen in such a place, but no one would recognize him, in the few steps from curb to door.   Still he didn’t linger outside, rather he let himself in.

“Bruce,” Diana said, “to what do I owe the surprise?”

“Are you aware that you have been out of touch with us for 16 hours?” Bruce first asked.      

“16 hours?” Diana responded, “I was sleeping.”   Though Diana cant ever remember sleeping so long.  

“OK, I trust you have a handle on it,” he said, “we are always worried when we can’t contact someone.   Barbara was wondering if you got kidnapped by aliens again.”

“Really she still goes on about that?” Diana said, “its been a long time since then.”

“Anyway there has been some suspicious activity, pretty much around the world but focused somehow on ,” Bruce said, “seems to be related to a cult of some kind.   It is not Ra’s or Kobra though.”

“And so that’s why you are in ?” Diana asked.

“Not really,” Bruce replied, “Wayne Enterprises wanted to buy a bank here and the board members insisted I come to have a look.   I didn’t sleep for the last two nights though.”

“Sleep on the plane,” Diana said.

“That’s the plan,” Bruce said, “unless something comes up.”

“And what of this cult then?” Diana asked.

“Well that is what I was curious about,” he said, “there are rumours about some sort of divine power behind it, so it is not the usual followers of a man promising salvation, rather it seems to be the workings of some power trying to gain support.   So far though there is no real action that anyone has seen.   The divine and the mythological is your field not mine.”

“That’s all fine Bruce,” she said, “but why stop by personally?”

Bruce looked at her for a moment before replying.   It was clear this was personal but he was not good at personal, “Since dying last year, or whatever it was that happened, I sort of see life through a different lens, and where as in the past I could have just sent you the file, now I understand the need to sometimes see my friends in person.”

“Bruce?” Diana asked.

“Yes?” he said.

“What was death like for you?” she asked, “ I myself have been in similar circumstances a couple of times.”

“It is hard to describe Diana,” he replied, “it is more like I wasn’t being allowed to die, rather I was trying to find my way home.”

After Bruce had left Diana pondered his words, and the words of Hades in her dreams.   They seemed similar in content, and Diana wondered if Hades champion was somehow Bruce.   The childhood tragedy part fit as well.   Was it all just a dream?   Or did Hades have some plan for her and Bruce.   It seemed strange that Hades champion could be Bruce, someone she had known almost as long as she had been in man’s world, especially that Bruce did not know about it.   Still she was not even sure if she had met Hades at all, or even if the dream was being interpreted the right way.  Or more alarming that it was perhaps not a dream at all.    

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Like Father, Like Daughter (part 2 of a Wonder Woman Fan Fic)

Diana looked to Hades.   “It is a disturbing story my lord,” she said, “but not much different a thousand   I have heard before.”

            Hades looked at her as a parent would at a confused child, and spoke to her with both understanding and contempt, “It is not just a story child, it is your story, and the story of your mother, in both of your lives.”

            The truth finally occurred to Diana, and shock gave way to a few tears.   “You know of the Cavern of the Souls, and of how you were born from there, but the goddesses never told you the truth about what happened before that,” he said, “but the story does not end there, child.”

            “What is more?” Diana asked, “for I was trapped in the great cavern and born from there.”   Diana looked around they were no longer beneath rather in the now empty cavern of souls, the work of Hades near omnipotent power.   She felt unnaturally easy here in the place which was once home.

            “No Diana,” Hades answered, “what of your father?”

            “My father?” Diana asked, “trapped in the underworld of some forgotten pantheon no doubt.”

            “Child,” Hades said almost chastising her, “was it not my niece Athena who granted you great wisdom, must I really tell you?”

            Hades was right, Diana was confused by emotion and not by an inability to comprehend.   “You are clearly Addas,” she said, “the names are too similar, to be a coincidence, these early people called you otherwise.”

            “Yes,” Hades responded

            “And so you have my father?” Diana asked.

            “In a sense child,” Hades responded, “this second part of my story may perhaps be more shocking than the first.   It is within reason to think of the gods as divine versions of humans, which we are in fact, but we have devised these concepts to allay the questions of our followers.   We are in fact beings of great power, more energy than mass.”

            “What do you try to tell me lord?” Diana asked

            “Your father was one of the first to come to my gates for the afterlife, your people had been one of the first to recognize us as gods,” Hades explained, “but your father with his fighting spirit was not ready to give up on his wife and child so easily.   He begged me to return him to the land of living.   I could not do such a thing, it is beyond the power of the gods combined, but I could offer him a compromise.”

            “What compromise?” Diana asked.

            “I shall put this bluntly,” he replied, “I was a being of energy in need of a body, he had a strong one to give.   He sacrificed his soul so that his body might again know life and see his family.”

            “My lord, do you mean to tell me that … you are my father?” she asked.

            “In one sense yes,” he answered, “of course it is presumptuous to think of it in those terms.   You are a mortal not a demi-god, my specific power does not course through your veins.   But the life which once inhabited this body does.”

            “What do you mean that the life from your body is within me?” Diana asked, “My mother formed this body from clay?”

            “Child I do not know if you mean to test my divine patience, or if you jest, or maybe this is mortal naivety,” Hades answered, “but you are no more made of clay than I am of air.”        

            “I don’t understand though,” Diana said, “if my mortal body died in the womb of my mother as you have said, where then do I have life from?”

            “I see your confusion,” Hades replied, “perhaps it is more clear if I relate a quote from that adult author of children tales ‘You do not have a soul, you are a soul, what you have is a body.’”

            “C.S. Lewis,” Diana replied, “but then what when I have reverted to clay?   It has happened more than once?”

            “Child your questions are beside the point, but if you are referring to the actions of Circe or my younger brother, then those were divine magics meant to confuse you and test your faith,” Hades said.

            “I have seen the images from the goddesses though,” Diana protested, “of my birth.”
            “Child I can see perhaps this is the tenacity which you have become known for but you are obfuscating the topic,” Hades replied, “when your mother signalled she was ready for you, she created the effigy of a child from clay to be certain, but this is not you.   It was the act of creation which caused that I set you free.   She could have formed the clay into the shape of a pigeon and you would still come to be as you are now.”

            “My lord, it was you who released my soul?” Diana asked

“Diana,” Hades answered, “do you really think my sister and nieces can control aspects of the underworld to create this cavern without my knowing?   They were certainly surreptitious with their actions, but they underestimated my true power and presumed I didn’t control every aspect of my realm.   This cavern exists only because I allow it to.”

“Then if I might be so presumptuous to ask my lord,” Diana continued, “why not simply return my father to life when he pleaded with you?”

“The innuendos and semantics of this case are complex my child,” Hades replied, “but there is a difference between returning one to life and of not ever really being dead.”

“So this was me? And mother?” Diana asked again.

“I created this whole cavern as a vessel for the two of you,” Hades answered, “as a service to the mortal body I now inhabit and the love he once shared for you.   I understood the intentions of your goddesses and it was a noble cause so I left them to their devices, but it was I who cared for your souls and the souls of your sister Amazons for those millennia before your lives were ready to be renewed.”

“But my lord … ?” Diana started.

“No, the time for questions is passed,” Hades said, “know that I tell you this all for a reason, not to confuse your life.   Until now I saw no need to burden you with the truth, but it is actually not so much in your interest that you know this, rather mine.   There are forces which only I know of that are intent on destroying first me and then the rest of our pantheon.   You must be alert to them as I will be unable to stop them alone, nor do the gods have any chance at this, for the assaults will come in my domain.   You will soon be approached by the consort of this dark beast, but also a man who is my champion.   He must remain nameless for the time being, for he does not know that he has been working for me for so long, since a childhood tragedy befell him. You will know who he is when the time is right though.”

“I am up to the task of course, my lord,” Diana said, “but how am I too be effective, when the gods are powerless?”

“Because, dear child,” Hades responded, “in almost every sense of the word, you are my daughter.”

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Like Father, Like Daughter (part 1 of a Wonder Woman Fan Fic)

(note: this story has some sexual innuendo, though it is not at all graphic)

Diana stood at Doom’s Doorway.   It had been a long time since she had proven herself to the gods by venturing past this doorway.   Since then it had been a relic of past sacrifices and no longer a duty of the Amazons to protect.   Diana stood her now for a different reason.   The connection with the gods was always tenuous, but Diana was drawn here not this time by divine edict rather by an unconscious feeling of a need to return to where she had proven herself to the gods.   Diana was going prepared, she had her lasso as usual but had chosen heavy battle armour and a strong sword.   For her journey ahead.   She had fared well enough here before with only her regular armour, but in reality she knew not what to expect.   The force or power calling her here was beyond compression, only to know that it was a force.  

This underworld had been cleared of the creatures that had once inhabited it, but as she had returned since, each time this area seemed to be inhabited by a new evil.   Diana unsheathed her sword and looked into the pitch darkness.   She would be at her most vulnerable as her eyes adapted to the modest light in the interior.   The first steps were interrupted by a moment of silence.   It was here where the great door once stood where so many Amazons, as well as Diana Trevor, had lost their lives.   The stairs downward revealed no traces of Cottus who she had once fought here.   All there that stood in her way was the unforgiving darkness.  

Despite her years of battle experience and godly wisdom she was acting prudently.   She did not perceive any threats and therefore assumed there were none.   This was irregular behaviour but the same force which attracted her here also gave her a sense of ease at these sites as though nothing was here.   The sites of battle against the Cyclops, the gorgon, the minotaur and the hydra lay abandoned, save for the signs of the forgotten lives of these creatures whose escape from this pit had been through death.   Diana was now confused.   The great cavern lay empty, the passages onward were areas which only the gods roamed with any chance of returning.   Still Diana somehow knew that her goal was not there.   Apparently she had misinterpreted the impulse which had brought her here and it was now time to leave.   She was as always more needed elsewhere, but as she so very rarely here, she would take a moment at the place where Lord Hades had introduced her to the soul of Diana Trevor.  

Diana ventured over.   She secured her sword against a wall, and removed her armour.   It was not in the spirit of war that Diana paid homage to her namesake, but rather through love and peace.   The ground was rough with damage but a quick sweep of her hand gave Diana a clean spot to kneel and say a quick prayer.   No sooner than she had started though she heard her name, “Diana.”

Diana looked up and saw Lord Hades before, and quickly bowed again.

            “Please child,” he said, “your faith and humility is acknowledged, but one such as yourself does not need to bow before a god.”

            “Lord Hades,” Diana said as she stood, “I did not expect to see you.   Have you come for me?”

            “Come for you?” Hades said with a smirk on his face, “you mistake the King of the underworld with one of his servants.   No Diana, I am not here to discuss death with you, rather life.”

            “My lord?” Diana asked.

            “I sense some hesitation?” he asked, “Many confuse me with a diabolical force of death, but it is only my place to unsure the dead stay where they belong.   I fought for justice against our parents the Titans as did all my siblings.”

            “Of course my lord,” Diana said, “It is just as mortals we fear what you guard.”

            “I know this,” Hades answered, “it took my sweet wife Persephone some time to understand this.”

            “How may I serve you?” Diana asked.

            “You must listen,” he replied, “for while I do not bring you harm others wish to do so.”

The young woman sat before the fire.   Though not allowed by decree of the elders she still stole glances at her lover on the other side of the camp.   It had been decided that they would not marry because she would make a significant enough sacrifice to the outsiders who were beginning to inhabit these realms.   These new peoples enjoyed war more than the other peoples they had known, but their thirst for battle was easily satiated by the promise of a fertile young woman or two.   It seemed after all what they were most interested in the raids.   And so while her virginity was a valuable commodity in terms of peace, it was no longer a thing which she had.   Her lover was among the strongest members of the tribe, both mentally and physically, a young man who would likely some day be chief.   She had given her virginity to him two days previous, and when they could they enjoyed the same release of human passion in the days since.   They were taking some risk with their actions but what they felt was not just attraction but actual love.  

As she sat by the fire, she noticed the shadows move in a way which one would not expect from the lights, and in an instant the camp was in chaos.   The invaders had known to attack the men first.   The women would offer little resistance, and this was indeed the case.   These were the outsiders again, this time more aggressive than previously.   Most of the men had barely any chance at all to gather themselves before their deaths, but she watched her love fight valiantly.   Instead of going for his own weapons he chose the weapons of the enemy.   He disarmed the first that attacked him and became a flurry of action.   But his colleagues did not fare as well, and as they fell he became more and more outnumbered.  Finally he did fall, and she let out a scream both for him and for them.   The women were not harmed, not yet anyway, but they were rounded up and guarded while the men finished the meal the now dead men had been eating.   She took only solace in the words of the holy men, who were also now dead.   They had recently become aware of powerful deities who help shape the path of man.   The one known as Addas would guide her kin to the underworld.    

When they were finished eating, the man who was clearly the chief came to the women.   They were separated into two groups by his orders.   Most of the women along with most of the children were in one group, whereas a few women remained in the other.   They all knew what was about to occur.   She looked at her mother in the other group and tried to relate her feelings with her eyes, but as she stood and watched they too were butchered to death.   All that remained were the mostly young and fertile women, and with what she faced ahead she was not sure whether to be thankful for life or to be jealous of the release which death had brought.  

The darkness of the night hid their path, and her feet were not accustomed to the rough terrain.   Still falling out or complaining would result in only one course of action, and she did not crave death.   Not yet anyway.   They walked the remainder of the night and well into the morning.   When they finally arrived at a new camp she collapsed from exhaustion.   When she awoke she was not in the same place as before, rather she was in the presence of a man, and one man only.   This was to be her husband, she assumed, and it was not long before her assumption was confirmed.   Her previous experiences with sexual intercourse were not like this, he was not gentle, but rather aggressive, and although she despised his presence, she thought better than to fight back.   Again afterwards she collapsed into exhaustion.   Her next coherent thought was being kicked awake by an elder female and screamed at in a tongue she did not understand.   It was time for her to work, and work she did.   She had had a lot of duties with her previous clan, but here she worked twice as long and as hard.   And so life went on, being surrounded in the day by the hateful women of the outsiders and at night being forced to have sex with a beast of a man.   This went on for how long she didn’t know, but she knew that his intrusion of her would not be fruitful, at least not soon.   For she bore the child of her first love within her, and her life became about protecting this child, the as yet unborn result of a moral union.  

Her days went on and she began to show signs of the seed within her, but her husband seemed uninterested in the child.   He still beat her mercilessly.   She did not know how to contact him or to reach past his rage.   Finally the day came when he returned home his hand bloodied.   Despite her hatred of him she attempted to care for him, hoping that her efforts might result in mercy later.   When she found his hand missing, she knew it was severe.   He saw the look in her eyes of pity and feeling disgraced and humiliated he decided to teach her the ultimate lesson.   As she lay dying from his repeated blows, she thought of her child and that Addas would soon reunite their small family together.   

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