In a strange way, she agrees with this Kara. The humans, they don’t care, what Kara, what Supergirl wants. What she needs. They just want her to save them. They just want her to protect them, her own safety and desires be damned.
But she also knows that Kara loves to be the hero of this city, of this world, despite it all. She’s not like Virala- she’s not the selfish killer, she was never Jayle Saross’ dog. She’s goodhearted, with a good soul that’s only her own. She’s not a monster.
“Kara Zor-el, you’re a little girl, playing in the dark, because it feels better than the light does. You weren’t born to it, and you weren’t made by it.” She smiles, but it’s not a smile- her gaze has gone flat and cold. Kara thought she knew darkness? She thought she knew shadow?
No. That was where Virala lived, and she’d been born to. The Kryptonian was only fucking borrowing it.
Gods, she can feel the three hundred years she’s lived, each one of them a stone on her spine.
“Oh? A goddess?” She laughs, and it’s black, and she spreads her hands. “Goddess of nothing. Goddess of hollow things, you don’t scare me, Zor-el. You’re a pretender to a throne that’s long been a ruin.” She spins her hand- and the air around her, the shadows and the light, it’s all black.
Cloaked in shadow, she’s brought truth to the girl’s jab, by pure intent.
“If you think you can crush me, I invite you to try.” She can’t use her bardiche, she can’t use her halberd. They won’t break, the spells won’t let them- but they also can’t cut Kara’s skin.
Kara won’t bleed, she won’t break. While it takes a hell of a lot of force- Vira will. Raw strength won’t win her this.
Raising her hands, she slams them towards the ground- the air screams as a shockwave of dark magic slams out in all directions, rushing for the blonde.
“Break me, if you think you can.”
“You know nothing, Vira. I could have been meant for this - my true purpose on Krypton, the one I was genetically concocted for could have been anything. I wasn’t born with the privilege of knowing my purpose, written in stone - not like you. And my planet was dead before it was made known to me. I could belong to this. Who are you to claim it for yourself? To tell me it’s not mine?” Kara’s jaw trembles, her fists shake, the jealousy underlying the statement bleeding through.
“You’ve never been without a purpose - never been useless. You wouldn’t know the depths of that unknowing. To have your destiny torn from you - to arrive on this planet and have your only mission taken by time. You can’t know, Vira - and you would never understand. You know your purpose.” Kara lunges, her eyes glowing hotter, red veins throbbing across her face. A growl at the challenge to her divinity.
“Oh? You’re so wrong, Vira. The house of El was a noble house - I was someone on Krypton, and I am someone here. These people worship me - idle worship, but worship still. Those that don’t see what I am will. The throne is mine, Vira. I saved them from the ruin the Daxamites would have left, after all. I’m as much a goddess as anyone could possibly be on this planet. I would be a fool not to take what’s rightfully mine - and I won’t let you get in my way.”
Kara floats as the boom of air billows - her condescending laugh muted in the aftermath.
“Oh, I can - and I will. Let’s fight it out.” She grins, lunging to meet Vira’s rush head on, rather than avoiding her. Kara doesn’t care about destruction, she only wants to win.
They meet with a crash, bone on bone, flesh on flesh, and Kara grunts with the effort as she swings for Vira’s gut, fist clenched.
