Commander Luthor POV

"Turbines 3 and 4 at 20%. Support engines 10%." Notified Alex, in one of the sonic jets of the agency, or rather, the only one left in the fort.

"You know you don't need to do this. They designed this jet for self maintenance." Commander Luthor said to the radio on the landing hangar.

"Let me have a little fun. Besides, I don't want to lose my way, if she needs to," Justified, the pilot breaks a branch, landing the fastest ship they had.

The worst thing is that she was right. The brunette took aim at her feet, her thoughts flying to the back of a distant hero. Remembering was difficult. In six years, things got complicated in a way that not even her brother could do better.

The air was chilly as the metal of the gray installation's floor and walls, a light breeze whistling from the air ducts, shaking the small silver ribbons tied to the railings. Luthor sighed heavily with her eyes closed, her hair pulled back like a black waterfall at back. The gun belt still hurt her shoulders a little, but it was standard dress and safety rules. Everyone must carry a weapon inside the facility.

It seems like a bad joke that this was mandatory, but after six years of hell, it was the way to survive in the devil's realm.

Alex was walking down the jet's on-ramp, giving the left brace a squeeze, when the facility's alarm went off. Red lights flashed on the walls, agents running from all sides.

"All ready, Supergirl on the way." It came from the speakers.

Why he had to say it?

If Luthor was running, now she was at lightning speed on her way to the navigating bridge. Alex right behind, way behind.

As soon as the brunette entered the room, everyone was back and forth. In a hurry to take their places. Each reading screen, measuring device was what they could do, any information, detail, sample, literally anything. That was what they were desperate to find, what it left for humanity. They had only that to look for.

To pray.

To cry.

Alex took the center seat at the long seven-seat table in the room, in front of a huge green checkered screen with the world map. The super crest in blue moving quickly towards the target, a pale crest, the winged omega.

Luthor took the headset, hooked it to her ear, and as soon as the screen showed the message:

CONNECTION SUCCESSFULLY ESTABLISHED.

"Commander Luthor for Supergirl," Called Luthor, her tongue itching for the name she preferred, but now, that was her name.

"Copy, commander," Came from the radio. Hard to hear that voice, hard not to feel. "Commander Luthor, I'll need you to guide me."

Duty.

That was all. As difficult and agonizing as it was, it was her duty as a member of the Supercorp alliance. And though it hurt a lot, that pain was a reminder of her obligations. The leader of the last resistance, Commander Luthor.

"Commander?" called again, and the brunette returned from Disneyland.

"Supergirl, do your best to keep fighting over the Atlantic. We are contacting the nearest forts on the European coast."

"Understood. I make her fall this time, even if I die." The blue S was getting closer and closer to the pale omega, and with every pixel less between them on the screen, more contortion made the commander's heart.

"Commander, Supergirl's camera." Said one agent, but she didn't know if she wanted to have the vision of the super, because in each meeting, could be the last.

Quite how she shouldn't be. It was Alex calling on Supergirl's vision camera program.

"Steady, she won't go that easy." The redhead touched her shoulder, and in a quick exchange of glances, the commander recomposed herself. On the screen, the second message box with the percentage of connection to the satellite. Finally, opening the super vision image. It projected the most perfect full moon in the background, with the clouds forming sharp curves of light and shadow, and right in the middle of that perfect romantic picture, the devil itself.

Upside down, floating in her suit of moonlight and pure silver. Hair in the wind, eyes bright in the quietest darkness, Krugger.

The demon of the light; what light? Luthor wondered the first time she heard that girl be called like, but it made sense to think that it was her angel fighting this so-called demon, and although the analogy might be true, it was that truth that snipped at her chest, because...

"Get her!" shouted Alex, at the first blow of the super, which threw the commander back onto the bridge. Of course, at that point, Alex was the only enthusiast among them. When all seven tables were filled by gargoyles scowling at monitor screens.

Right, left, a spin, she lost sight of the demon. Luthor looked at the sensor screen. One agent ran with the calculations until he threw the results on the screen.

"Up, two hours!" shouted the commander, and the vision of the blonde showed the fist that hit the demon in human form. Everyone in the room took a slight leap from their chair, even the commander, who must not allow herself to feel anything. "Back, seven o'clock, 30 degrees!"

The super defended, attacked, each mathematical prediction hit it right, and for a second, the whole team allowed itself to taste victory, so long snatched from them, so far, and never achieved. Maybe it was their turn, maybe it was the chance, the time to turn the game table.

On the map, the omega went from one side to the other, dominated by the last hero.

Last; echoed inside the commander's mind, but not by the last, or hero, or the ensemble, but by whoever wore the mantle of that hero. It could be to the same extent either.

50% against 50%; equal weights for the commander, but not for Lena. The fall on one side could be the devil's, but what if it wasn't? That math didn't sound fair in her chest, and it never would.

"Commander, target towards the mainland!" One agent warned, on the monitor of the back table.

"Supergirl, she's heading towards Turkey. They are ready. As soon as they fire, divert her to the north." Instructed the commander.

"Understood." The super responded to the radio while they monitoring the pursuit. And even though everyone could get a taste of victory, the commander felt the stubborn flavor of doubt clinging to her tongue, like a green banana that won't come out.

"Adjusting Luthorcorp's satellite to Supergirl's current position." Alex checked the systems and directed the communications. "Connected with Fort Xerxes," she warned the brunette.

"Commander Luthor of War Hammer fort, listening to General Oris." She introduced herself, and a third holographic screen materialized with the face of the ally's fort general.

"I'm not happy for the contact, commander Luthor, but we're ready." Said the general, a middle-aged man with a goatee, and hardened by defeat.

"None of us are happy for six years, general. Two minutes." She scored. Until she heard about the artillery.

"Commander, Kryptonite infusion detected." Someone called out at the back of the room.

"Commander Manson orders." The general explained. And the commander's shapeless fear took on color.

"One minute!" Alex said.

"Supergirl, it's an order. Stop right now and activate the anti-kryptonite armor!!!" Shouted Luthor.

A green flash blinded the super's camera until the image fell in a dizzying drizzle. Following the map screen, Krugger went at once for the Swiss Alps, with the super chasing her, finally overtaking, and violently changing its direction, to Poland, then Hungary, Serbia.

Connection reestablished, it showed the screen along with the message: Armor activated successfully. And Supergirl's vision was punch after punch, playing Krugger like a pinball ball. Everyone in the room was vibrating. There was a reason. This time there was one, despite the kryptonite's fright.

Until, in an elusive move, the girl in white landed a left hook on Supergirl.

"Landing area commander!" Shouted the super.

"Northern Austria and Southern Germany." said the leader of the War Hammer fort. Everything had to be calculated. Saving what it left of humanity was an ant's job, with the crumbs left.

The super threw a punch that muted the audio of the video. And from there, that would be it. With each blow, more and more strength, and more and more of the hero's humanity, vanishes.

The blood over the white, until the blue came from the light radiating from Supergirl's eyes, and the video was something more than pure wildness. She would never allow herself to kill, but that was a long time ago, before gods fell from the high heavens. And now there were only mortals and their demons left.

Death, was all Luthor could see in that video, was the price to be paid by her angel, in being the hope, so battered and worn, of so few surviving to have it.

Survive to defeat this demon, survive for us.

Together.

In a violent lurch, the video disappeared, again in that agonizing hiss, with the message: Loss of connection.

"Supergirl? SUPERGIRL?!" called her. "Where she went, turn the satellite!"

"We can't," Alex replied, scared, and the bridge fell into the most glaring silence. When Luthor saw it on the map. The pinball movement repeated by Krugger at a higher speed, with even more violent turns, crossing entire countries in seconds.

And unlike Supergirl, causing the most destruction she could. From Poland to Italy, from there to Spain, France, Ireland, Sweden, Ukraine. The connection came back, and the screen, stained red, turned blue, but from the eyes of the devil, and the super. Light beam to light beam, who would win a free lobotomy. It was like the sun coming up, and from it, Krugger leapt on a neat hook, and the image was gone.

"Supergirl, Supergirl do you copy? Answer me Supergirl." She called, and even with the connection stable, all you could hear were the roars of the super, stronger attacks.

"Linking 36-B, eastern quadrant." Alex turned on the image satellite, and the screen panned over the black clouds, glowing blue and flashing blows.

Until the roars died down, after a loud bang, and one agent warned of the super's high-speed crash.

A green flash came again.

"She's going to fort Xerxes, Commander." Said the agent on the monitors.

"It was an honor, Commander..."

General Oris's connection suddenly dropped, and everyone knew what it meant.

Luthor pounded her fists on the table, shaking her head in denial.

"Supergirl Finder triggered." said Mara.

"Activate S search protocol." Alex slumped in her chair.

"End connection. Dismissed." announced the commander, leaning on the table.

"I don't know why we insist on it, it's obvious she's going to die. The sooner it rains again, better will be." snorted the agent at the back table. Of course, before he noticed the commander in front of him with a dead look and the fire extinguisher in hand.

And all at once, smash his arm with the metal cylinder.

"Does anyone else have anything to talk about? Better be useful for us," snapped at all the wide eyes. She turned at once, with Alex already at her side, to get the fire extinguisher before they made more casualties.

"I'll take care of him, then I'll go after Kara," said the redhead.

"S search protocol, 24 hours. You have my permission, General Danvers." The brunette took the out the headset, leaving it on the table, and headed for the door.

It wasn't the best action, not at all, but it was six years since the beginning of the nightmare, and almost that, when gods fell, when the sky swam red.

When all the heroes died.