Belah Nain (Everlasting)/orgy of destruction
Part 1: Stadium Show
When the so-called "Succubus of Smash" said she was going to put on a show, everybody knew that she wasn't planning to cut corners. The stadium had sold out in a little over a day, packed to capacity with people screaming for a spectacle; after all, she gave off a raw, sexual energy that had people cheering for larger and larger acts of vandalism, feeding her with their lust for both her body and the destruction it could cause. Every blow with her hammer just made them scream for more, in turn empowering her to new heights of exhibition.
Vehicles were 'graciously donated' from multiple sources, often acquired from off the street or private collections, and she grinned maliciously at the field of choices afforded to her. The warmup had already been ruinous, with minivans, sedans, and generally boring, "monster jam" level wrecks and barely-driveable cars meeting their end at her hands. The ground was already on its way to a churned-up mess of oil and dirt, and it wasn't even the main event! But she was already heady with the rush of power, and what few inhibitions she had were cast aside as her body swelled with energy. One-handed, she slammed her hammer into the ground with a seismic thump, while the other curled around her ear, daring the audience to pick her next victim. Cars, trucks, vans, new, old, donated, stolen... Each one she pointed towards was met with a varying level of cheers, ranging from "pretty loud" to "deafening". They knew what they wanted next, and who was she to deny them? She pulled the hammer out of the sod and walked towards the next target, a slow, measured, seductive pace that drove the crowd wild.
Mmmmm... it never got old! Holding her hammer high, runes glowing from the inrush of power, she paused, teasing her audience. A moment...
A moment longer...
She smirked and shrugged it off her shoulder in a ruinous arc, aiming for the center of the roof. A cheer from the stands, a pathetic metal crunch, and what was once a hundred thousand dollars of sleek, customized street racer now had all the lines of a stomped beer can.
Now it's beautiful.
That was just the start of course. She made sure that she was oh-so-thorough whenever she picked out a new toy to play with. No glass would stay unbroken, no part remain uncrushed. Nothing sacred, nothing safe, nothing spared. She planted her foot on the remains in triumph, arms high, before driving her fists down into the wreckage and ripping the metal apart, making sure that the frame was properly trashed. Ohhh by the time she was done, a trip through the scrapyard would look like a trip through the car wash by comparison! Laughing at the weak metal, she kicked the hood aside and stared down at the finely-tuned motor, then punched her right hand through it and ripped it free of its mounting bolts in a slow, unstoppable bicep curl. Holding it over her head, dripping oil and grease over herself, she grinned wide, teeth shining in bright contrast against the grime covering her face.
The crowd exploded.
Even now, she could feel her influence spreading. Her audience, her congregation, wanted more. If they couldn't get it from her, they'd do it themselves! That sense of power! That rush! That perfect moment in the balance between naughty and nice before rushing headlong down the hill. By the end of the show, the stadium parking lot was going to look like a junkyard, all thanks to her adoring fans...
Such a coincidence that she had so much controlling stock in so many insurance firms. Such a happy coincidence that they often felt... compelled... to pay out so generously whenever and wherever she put on a show.
She laughed to herself and turned towards her next victim...
Part 2: Afterparty
The next day...
Putting on an exhibition in front of thousands of screaming fans was always a rush, but sometimes Belah craved a smaller, more intimate audience. It was a slow day, and she felt like she wouldn't be missed if she stepped out of the club and took a little stroll through the shopping center next door. After all, she could probably buy and sell most of the place without even blinking. Walking through the mall and wearing the same outfit from last night's show was more than enough to draw attention, and she could hear the surface thoughts of several onlookers. She continued on, smiling to herself as more than a few embraced the thrill, letting certain fantasies stand out in their minds.
Perfect.
All it would take was a little nudge in the right direction...
She hummed to herself, putting a song into the heads of around a dozen people in total. It didn't have any lyrics, but the thoughts it evoked were tempting. Giddy. Debauched. Thoughts of smashing glass and crushing metal played through her mind, and then into the minds of those particular fans. One fantasy in particular resonated in a nearby imagination and redoubled in intensity, pushing Belah even harder.
Oh yes. You'll do nicely...
It wasn't mind control. Not by any stretch of the imagination. What she did was ask. But she asked without shame. Invited questions without expectation. Nurtured fantasies without judgement. Destruction... chaos... was such a fundamental part of the universe. Necessary to drive creation... and yet it was so often viewed as taboo. She shook her head wryly and continued her stroll.
She paused a moment, pretending to look at the mall directory while that beautiful imagination came closer. This close, she could read aspects of their mind like a book... and also feel their arousal, creating an almost electric feedback loop. Before they could say a word, she turned toward them with a bemused look, licking her lips.
"An autograph?" She asked, responding to the question before the fan had even vocalized it. "Sweetie... I'm going to give you SO much more than that." Trailing her fingers over their cheek, Belah implanted her intent in their mind in the form of both a promise and a question: absolute destruction? Rather than recoil from the thought, she could feel their interest in it, the growing need for it.
Their lust for it.
Well, I aim to please!
She winked and headed for the parking lot, using their thoughts to zero in on her next plaything. Spotting the pretty red Jeep, Belah summoned her hammer to her and blew a kiss towards the owner.
"Oh, you get the *special* treatment for letting me play with this one!"
The first swing was catastrophic, crushing the motor in a spray of oil, destroying the front suspension, and flattening the front end with devastating force. "That's right. You bow to me!" Ripping the winch off the front bumper, she compressed it between her hands, mangling the device and its gears before dropping it with mock disdain. Moving to the side, she put her fist through the window and then ripped the driver's door off, crushing it into a metal ball.
A crowd was gathering, and she could feel their curiosity and growing excitement, their own fantasies, feeding her own excitement in return... which only wound them up more! Was she going to have to pace herself? She laughed at the thought and rounded on the wreck for her next attack.
So much metal to crush, so many fantasies to fulfill!