Janet watched Gwen Stacy leap out into the evening shadows, her eyes glued to that perfect, heart-shaped ass. She'd relished corrupting the young heroine, blackening her soul like pouring ink into clear water. Her hunger wasn't sated, though, far from it. Janet slipped back into her penthouse, her mind already formulating plans to defile more heroes. She could still feel a sliver of sexual thrill from Gwen's excitement.

 

She picked up her phone, intent on calling her other friends and allies. Janet chuckled. "Should I do them one at a time or in groups? Mmmm, it's a world of choice."

 

Sudden movement on the balcony made her pause. Was Gwen back already? She narrowed her eyes.

 

"Janet, are you there?" a feminine voice called out clearly. "It is I, Thor."

 

She froze for a moment. The Asgardian was one of the few with the power to defeat her, even with her new power. Overwhelming Gwen was easy. A show of force against Thor, and Janet could end up imprisoned in Niflheim or Limbo or some other desolate place. Thinking quickly, Janet slipped into a short satin kimono and opened the glass door. The beautiful, powerfully-muscled blonde looked almost surprised to see her, and her lips were creased into a frown beneath the silver helm and golden tresses.

 

"Thor? What's wrong?"

 

"Strange portents," Thor said ominously, stepping inside. "I had sensed the return of a great evil, as if Surtur himself were returned to Midgard. But such a thing would be impossible. The merging of universe with universe had destroyed him! Yet I cannot deny the familiar, terrible notion that evil such as his is undying..."

 

Janet watched Thor pace for a moment, then reached out to put a hand on Mjolnir, gently lowering the hammer.

 

"Relax," she soothed. "Isn't it possible that you're just feeling some kind of... I don't know, psychic echo?"

 

"I suppose..."

 

"But why did it lead you here?"

 

"I know not. I simply followed the flare of power."

 

"That much evil, though, it gives me chills," Janet rubbed her shoulders for emphasis. She was indeed shivering, but from delight rather than terror. Just one touch to the Uru metal of Thor's hammer was enough to infuse it with her corruption. It would work its way into Thor's noble spirit the more she used her Asgardian might, faster while she remained in Janet's presence. Soon enough, the blonde would give herself willingly! "Brr. Well, perhaps we can look into the problem together. If evil's taking such an interest in me, I want to be prepared."

 

Thor felt a bit confused for a split second, then nodded her head. Janet's idea was a good one. "Agreed."