He stopped and looked up at Madelyn, his eyes burning with fervor.
"But I succeeded. Enough people survived and transformed successfully. This was an absolute, overwhelming victory!"
"A tremendous victory!"
He emphasized the words, a mad gleam flickering in his eyes.
"From now on, uncontrolled Supe villains will be scattered across the globe, wave after wave, with no end in sight! And in this world, only we at Vought, only The Seven, can suppress them and defeat them!"
In the past, Madelyn would only have considered this experiment insane, obsessive, utterly without limits-a complete disaster.
But now, after enduring mounting pressure from the federal government and the CIA, and an increasingly relentless public relations crisis, she instantly understood the brilliance of this move.
This sudden Supe terror crisis had not only completely diverted public attention away from Vought, perfectly defusing the collapse of its reputation and the storm of demands for accountability.
It also gave Vought exclusive control of a counterbalancing force, fully clearing the crucial path into the military sector.
At that moment, she finally understood.
All those apparent coincidences had been a path Homelander had laid out for Vought.
Overwhelming joy and excitement surged through her. Madelyn stepped forward, cupped Homelander's cheeks, and leaned in to kiss him.
Homelander's emotions instantly ignited. He responded passionately, instinctively reaching up to wrap his arms around her waist.
But Madelyn immediately pressed a hand against his chest and firmly pushed his hand away. Her eyes burned with an absolute desire for control as she gave a quiet command.
"No. Take off your pants."
Homelander, who had been domineering, obsessive, and supremely arrogant just moments earlier, was now as docile as an obedient child. Without the slightest resistance, he meekly did as he was told.
"Sit down."
With that brief, cold command,