The Golden Tyrant: Superman’s Omniversal Conquest

Now the scene shift to Liora who..

As Liora wandered through the crowd, she felt a mix of awe and disbelief.

These women—goddesses, warriors, mystics, and queens—were not just powerful.

They were legends, embodiments of beauty and strength, all united by their bond to Kal.

She caught sight of Diana of Themyscira, standing alongside her mother Hippolyta and aunt Antiope.

The Amazon queen's regal presence was matched only by Diana's radiant confidence, while Antiope's sharp gaze hinted at her warrior's instinct.

Further ahead, Harley Quinn was animatedly chatting with Zatanna and Raven, her high-pitched laughter cutting through the crowd.

Ivy stood nearby, a calming contrast to Harley's chaos, her emerald-green aura blending seamlessly with the sanctuary's lush gardens.

"Who… who are all these women?" Liora finally managed to ask.

Lois, sensing Liora's overwhelmed state, approached her with a reassuring smile.

"They're your sisters now, Liora. Each of us shares a bond with Kal, just as you do. Come—let me introduce you."

Liora, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally stepped forward.

Her eyes darted nervously between the towering goddesses and Lois, who smiled encouragingly.

"You're Gaia?" Liora asked hesitantly, her voice soft.

Gaia turned her gaze to the younger woman, her expression warm.

"I am. And you must be Liora. Do not be afraid, child. You are among sisters now."

Hera's critical gaze softened as she regarded Liora.

"You're young, but you carry yourself well. Kal does not choose lightly."

Rhea's maternal instincts kicked in as she stepped closer to Liora.

"You remind me of my daughters when they were first born—uncertain but full of potential. Kal saw that in you, as he saw it in all of us."

Liora blushed, overwhelmed but comforted. "Thank you. I'll try to live up to his expectations."

Lois placed a reassuring hand on Liora's shoulder. "You don't have to try, Liora. Just be yourself. That's all Kal asks of any of us."

...

The gathering had reached a climax as more magnificent ladies came, each one more elegant and powerful than the previous.

A new group of women emerged among the gods, warriors, and mystics, this time armed with the grace and savage might of Kryptonian blood.

Kara Zor-El (Supergirl) and Faora Hu-Ul stood in the center of the crowd, representing the apex of Kryptonian strength, beauty, and elegance.

They were not alone, though. The ranks of Kryptonian women became longer, as Kal-El not only revived but also exalted many of his ancestors.

These ladies came from various aspects of Kryptonian civilization, including warriors, philosophers, scientists, and even individuals in positions of leadership in old Kryptonian families.

His will had sculpted them into beings of unparalleled perfection, utilizing Kryptonian genetic science to enhance their beauty, strength, and intelligence.

Some were royal cold queens, some were younger and full of youthful vitality, there were also milfs while still others exuded the ageless air of matriarchs.

Kal's family now spanned generations, a cosmic family unconstrained by time or reality.

The gathering was a monument to Kal's creation: an empire of beauty, strength, and intellect, all united by one common goal—Kal himself.

All of them now excudes power beyond comprehension. As they have got constant radiation of solar star, also other stars.

There is also Kal, who have made sure so they can reach to their full potential and their limit is also lifted.

...

Kara Zor-El, dressed in an elegant Kryptonian suit that shimmered with the colors of her house crest, approached catwomen Selina with a playful smile on her face.

The warm Kryptonian sun glinted off her golden hair as she approached the dark-haired beauty.

"Selina," she began, her tone light and teasing, "tell me cousin Kal didn't send you to wrangle us all again."

Selina smirked, brushing a stray lock of hair over her shoulder as she met Kara's gaze.

"Guilty as charged, Kara. But we both know you wouldn't miss this for anything. Kal doesn't call us together for nothing."

Kara rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the soft smile tugging at her lips. "True. But sometimes, I think he enjoys and loves seeing us try to keep it together. "

Faora Hu-Ul, who stood off to the side, crossed her arms and let out a soft, almost amused laugh. Her ice-cold demeanor softened ever so slightly.

"Kal does have a way of making the impossible seem inevitable. Even I couldn't refuse."

Selina nodded, her eyes scanning the gathering as more powerful figures joined the fold.

"It's not just about the gathering. It's the fact that Kal knows how to pull us all together. When he's around, even the impossible feels... natural."

...

Before they could continue, the next group arrived—the Star Sapphires. Carol Ferris, glowing with the radiant power of love, stepped forward, flanked by Jessica Cruz, her Green Lantern ring shimmering with the vast power of the cosmos.

Carol's presence was captivating, as always, her confidence shining through the soft pink aura surrounding her.

"I hope Kal's ready for us," Carol teased, her voice playful yet with an edge of sensuality that only she could possess. "He's called for a universe's worth of women this time."

Jessica Cruz, her aura less flamboyant but no less powerful, nodded solemnly.

"And from the looks of it, we're still only halfway through the arrivals."

As the Star Sapphires mingled with the growing crowd, a sudden energy shift caused everyone to look toward a new arrival—Supergirl's mother, Alura In-Ze, who was stepping forward with an aura of regal elegance.

She was flanked by a group of other Kryptonian women, all radiating the unique Kryptonian strength and beauty Kal had perfected through genetic enhancement.

Alura's regal presence immediately commanded attention.

She had been resurrected and enhanced, like many others in Kal's new multiverse family.

Her beauty was more refined, transcending that of any mortal woman, embodying a queen-like elegance that resonated through the gathering. Her long, silver hair shone with an ethereal luster, and her gaze was both tender and wise.

"Selina, my dear," Alura greeted Selina with a soft, loving smile, her voice rich with maternal warmth. "I've heard of your efforts in gathering us all, but I never imagined it would be so… magnificent."

Selina returned the smile, though she couldn't help but feel a slight warmth from the Kryptonian matriarch's gaze. "It's a task Kal gave us trio, Alura. Though I must admit, I didn't expect this level of grandeur."

"I should have expected this," Alura replied, her eyes glancing toward Kal, who stood at the center of the gathering. "Kal has always had an uncanny way of bringing beauty and power together. I only hope my daughter isn't making too much of a fuss about my return."

Kara, overhearing the conversation, joined them with a lighthearted laugh. "It's not about making a fuss, Mother. I just wasn't prepared to see you looking even more radiant than before!"

Faora, who stood nearby, gave an approving nod toward Alura. "It seems Kal's work is far from finished. There are no limits to what he can do."

The women around them shared an undeniable presence—each unique, each perfect in her own right, each one a piece of Kal's vast cosmic puzzle.

Among these women were those who represented different aspects of Kryptonian culture.

Kal had elevated them using the genetic pods Kryptonian scientists had once used to create the next generation of their people.

But Kal's touch had transformed these pods into tools of pure, god-like creation.

Kryptonian women were now born with such enhanced beauty and power that each one seemed to surpass the last.

There were onee-san types—women with the graceful maturity of older sisters, perfect for guiding the younger generations with wisdom and care.

Then there were the queen types—Kryptonian women whose beauty and authority were undeniable, their presence commanding every room they entered.

Alura and Kara were prime examples of this.

But Kal had also designed women of all ages and forms, from milf types, who exuded sensuality and confidence, to those who appeared as if they were born only moments ago—loli types with youthful beauty and potential, though just as powerful as their older counterparts.

This was a new age for Kryptonian women, a time where every type of beauty and power existed, all created with the express purpose of serving Kal and his mission.

Among the new arrivals were Lori Lemaris, Kal's love. She had always been beautiful and kind, but now her beauty was enhanced—she glowed with an otherworldly radiance that was beyond human understanding.

As more Kryptonian women gathered, they began to form clusters, each conversation a whirlwind of affection, admiration, and familial bonds.

Kara, as always, was the first to approach the newcomers. She warmly greeted Faora, whom she had always had a complicated relationship with, but now, the bond was different.

With Kal's power connecting them all, there was a mutual understanding that had not existed before.

"Faora," Kara said, a teasing lilt to her voice, "I must say, you clean up quite well. I never thought I'd see you in a gathering dress up like this."

Faora smirked. "You'd be surprised how much Kal has changed my outlook on life." Her eyes met Kal's side, filled with a reverence and love that spoke volumes."

Kara's eyes twinkled with excitement. "That's what makes it fun, Faora. When Kal's involved, there's always something new on the horizon."

...

The air in the gathering shimmered with anticipation, and the voices of Kal's many wives and lovers buzzed around him in an atmosphere of joy and warmth.

The Kryptonian women had been arriving in waves, each one powerful, beautiful, and completely devoted to Kal-El.

But it was when Lara Lor-Van, Kal's mother, made her entrance that the atmosphere shifted—both regal and serene, her presence commanded the attention of all who stood in her presence.

Lara appeared at the threshold of the gathering, followed by Kryptonian guards—a group of women who had been specially chosen by her, not just for their strength, but for their unyielding loyalty previously.

They were her protectors, but also her companions and, like her, members of Kal's harem.

Their beauty was otherworldly, their armor gleaming under the soft glow of the atmosphere, designed in the colors of Krypton's once-glorious houses: deep reds, silvers, and shimmering blues.

Among the guards were women like Zor-El's sister, Kara's aunt, a graceful yet powerful figure with hair the color of obsidian.

Her stoic face gave no hint of the deep affection she held for Kal, yet her every movement exuded power.

Alongside her was Zara, a warrior who had been reborn alongside Lara, her stature and elegance accentuating her role as both a protector and a lover.

Kal's eyes lit up as he caught sight of his mother.

For a moment, everything else faded away—the women, the gathering, even the infinite multiverse itself. In that instant, there was only Lara, his mother, his queen.

Though she was now among the many women who adored him, he could still sense the deep maternal connection between them, the love that ran deeper than any other.

Lara stepped into the center of the room, and the guards parted around her like a living shield, though their eyes were soft, reflecting the same affection that Kal felt.

She was a vision of timeless beauty—her flowing Kryptonian robe shimmered with hues of crystal blue and silver, each thread a representation of the advanced genetics that had recreated her.

There was no sign of the wear of time on her, no sign of the struggles she'd once endured. She was reborn, perfected, standing proudly before the multiverse, and before her son.

Kal moved toward her, every step full of purpose, and as he reached her, he extended his arms to embrace her.

"Mother," he whispered softly, almost in awe, before pulling her into his embrace. Lara's scent—subtle, like fresh rain on a distant world—enveloped him, reminding him of Krypton, of the history they shared.

Her arms wrapped around him, her touch gentle but full of strength.

"Kal," she replied, her voice carrying the weight of a mother's pride and the depth of a lover's affection.

"I see you have gathered your family... and I see you've also got some new women as they are in this world."

Kal pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his hands resting on her shoulders. "It's not just any world, mother. It's our world. A place where we, all of us, can thrive together."

Lara's eyes softened, a quiet smile forming on her lips. "I've always believed in you, Kal. But what you've done… whenever I think, it's more than I could have imagined."

At her words, the guards—who had been standing at attention—slowly relaxed, their postures still strong, yet no longer as rigid. One of them, Zara, stepped forward with a graceful bow.

She was the first to speak, her voice both respectful and affectionate.

"Kal, your mother's presence is an honor," Zara said, her voice a melody of Kryptonian pride.

"We've waited for this moment, and we are ready to stand by you—as we always have."

Kal's gaze shifted from his mother to her guards, each of them beautiful beyond compare, yet powerful in their own right.

They were warriors, born and reborn for the purpose of service—not just to him, but to the legacy of Krypton.

And like Lara, they were part of the intricate web of love, devotion, and desire that now enveloped Kal.

"Zara," Kal began, his voice thick with gratitude, "you've all been more than protectors. You've been my family. And you are not just guardians, but as equals, and my partners. All of you."

Zara smiled, her expression filled with quiet joy. "It is a privilege, Kal. And a gift. We serve you not out of duty alone, but because of the love we share."

As Kal turned to look at the others—his mother's guards, each with their own striking beauty and unique attributes—he realized just how vast his family had grown.

Women who had once been distant figures, like the enigmatic Zara and the regal Zor-El's sister, were now his lovers, his equals in every way. Their affection for him was deep, unshakable, and they each brought something invaluable to his life.

Lara placed a gentle hand on Kal's cheek, her fingers cool but filled with warmth. "You have made this family, Kal. And together, we will ensure its strength."

Kal's expression softened. "This isn't just about power," he said quietly, almost to himself.

"It's about love. A love that transcends worlds meaning and time."

Lara smiled knowingly. "That is what makes you who you are, Kal. You are the embodiment of the hope that once shone on Krypton... and now, you have made that light shine across the multiverse. You've created something that even I, your mother, could not have envisioned. Something grand, something perfect."

Kal reached out and gently cupped his mother's face. "Thank you, mother. For being here like always. For believing in me."

Just as he finished speaking, Kara stepped forward, her face lit with both affection and amusement. "I see you've got mom back in the fold, Kal. And here I thought back then that I'd be the only Kryptonian woman who would make you weak in the knees."

Kal turned to his cousin, a smile tugging at his lips. "Don't be jealous, Kara. There's room for all of you. And you know you'll always have a special place in my heart."

Faora, who had remained quiet up until now, raised an eyebrow. "A family as strong as this… Kal, you've truly outdone yourself."

The Kryptonian guards, including Zara and Zor-El's sister, shared knowing looks, their eyes filled with warmth and admiration for both Kal and Lara.

The love they all shared for him was evident, and in that moment, surrounded by the powerful women who adored him, Kal-El, the golden Superman, knew that nothing in the omniverse could tear this family apart.

Lara took a step back and meeting with Kara's mother, allowing the others to gather around, and the Kryptonian women, each uniquely perfect and enhanced by Kal's will, stood together—an army of love, strength, and beauty.

This was Kal's family, a legacy of Kryptonian women, his wives, his lovers, and his protectors, all united in their devotion to him.

To Be Continued...