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“You won't be getting away, Opera.”

Reflection had just about enough of that super-villain, one named either after a singing performance or a specific web browser, though the former was much more likely given the entire attire and vibe she projected. A woman with the uncanny ability to entrance and enslave those who heard her sing, she was the queen of making others do the dirty work while she'd just lay back, drinking wine and enjoying the show. There was a certain kind of irony there in her modus operandi and her own theme, yet the super heroine certainly did not have neither the time nor the inclination to converse about it as she went on to move through anything that could reflect light.

She went through goons, full-aware that many if all of them were merely hypnotized minions who'd rather be anywhere else, doing something other than criminal activities. Still, they were most assuredly programmed to try and hinder or downright incapacitate her as they were lacking in mercy...and so she needed to put them down no matter what. Touching many walls and objects to turn them into reflective surfaces, she created a plethora of gateways for her to pop out from as she went full-speed with her own mirror shards and bombs to not harm but rather knock them out or simply trap them. It was an arduous task, but she was a super heroine and she had faced tougher challenges as she moved to the actual room in which Opera was bound to be, kicking down the door while being rather furious as to the lengths she had to go to take care of this darn singer.

“Opera...better refresh those tabs and update, because I'm closing your window down for good,” Reflection went on to say as a few goons went charging at her, going on to try and catch her and yet she merely turned part of the ground into a mirror, transporting them to another dimension, specifically a jail in another universe. She had no time to play and thus did she point at this one who had given her the most trouble yet...all the while technically doing nothing on her own end. “I'm putting you on sleep and-”

“Opera as the singer, not the web browser, you silly little heroine,” Opera said, chuckling as she went on to gently swirl the wine in her glass, taking a sip while bemused and certainly not disquieted by that sudden and violent entrance by one who might as well be called her nemesis. “After all, you'll soon be doing my bidding~”

“Of course I'm going to rush into a villain's lair whose power is hypnosis by singing without preparation...not,” Reflection said as her earbuds went on to activate themselves, muting all external sources of sound. She couldn't hear a thing, which wasn't optimal, yet she would not fall prey to Opera's own power anytime soon. “NOW PREPARE TO TASTE JUSTICE!”

“No need to shout, little one...then again you don't hear me at all as of this second,” Opera said as she got up and picked the artifact that she had stolen in the first place, or had stolen for her to be more precise. It was the reason why Reflection was going all gung-ho and yet Opera had planned on it as she smirked, dusting off her grey and black robe along with her domino mask and her hat due to the dirty specks that arose when the super heroine literally kicked her door down. “Absolutely perfect.”

Reflection did not wait a moment longer as she pressed her hands on the floor and let her power go forth and spread. Turning the floor, walls, ceilings and all furniture into reflective glass and other such materials would allow her absolute dominion over this room, pressing the point that there would be no escape for Opera now and that she'd better cooperate or else she'd be sorry. “YOU'RE IN FOR IT NOW!”

“So loud and obnoxious...” Opera muttered beneath her breath, rolling her eyes beneath the mask as while Reflection could be creative and a pest, to say that she was smart would be pushing it and she worked towards making sure it would never turn out this way as she finally recalled the proper page and thus did she read from that tome which she generously received for herself: the Grimoire of Drainas. “Intelligencia Diminutis Stupido Imbecilis...”

As Opera began to incant, which Reflection couldn't exactly hear properly, the super heroine went on to feel a light kind of twinkling, a soft pulsation inside her head as if her brain was being tickled. It was the weirdest thing as she tried to concentrate while employing her powers, the room near-entirely covered. Yet she wasn't quite certain why she was doing it anymore. There was something that she was planning, a tactic to ensure that Opera would be unable to escape...something with her namesake and yet what?

“Moronis Idiota Dumbassus...” Opera continued as her voice capable of channeling the effect of mind control was also perfect to channel what laid in this spellbook. Energy began to channel around her as the desired effect could be seen by the slight confusion found on Reflection's face: her intellect was diminishing. It was drained, removed partially in a slow yet certain way as there was hesitation, an attempt to recall specifics that she might remember if Opera would give her a reprieve...which was not the plan in the slightest. “Fooloos dullardys nit-witous...”

Another pulsation as Reflection felt funny. The book that Opera, just like the web browser, was holding certainly did glow and that seemed bad...yet why was it bad? Was it a night light? A funny kind of flash light? She was sure she knew the answer, yet it was on the tip of her tongue and as she recalled this she began to touch the literal tongue she possessed in her mouth before she realized that it was a metaphir...metaphur...metaphasis...it wasn't what it meant.

The way she acted was certainly most amusing as whatever kind of logic she possessed was a bit disconnected from reality as Opera continued with the spell. “Cretinus oafas simpletonias...” she said as she felt the rush of magic, the arcana that worked against her adversary as this tool, this weapon, would certainly make her not only supremely powerful but also insanely rich. Reflection would be a test run of some sort as Opera smirked while looking at the mess that the super heroine was if appearances were to be believed. “Doltis dumo-dumo blockheadius...”

Why was she even here? This woman was dressed in black and grey and seemed to say something...yet what? She couldn't even hear her. Was she deaf? Was this a light show? She so wanted answers and yet the pretty lady holding the strange book made no sense. Her brain was tingly and itchy, her head fuzzy and woozy as she felt herself drool. She had to close her mouth on occasion, or else she'd be looking silly. Thankfully she saw it while looking down at the floor, which was surprisingly shiny and reflective. Mirrors sure were an impressive bit of technology.

The spell was almost done, just a few more words and then she'd have Reflection in the palm of her hand as while it seemed obvious now that she could overwhelm her quite easily, Opera preferred not to leave this to chance or impressions but to certainty. “Jackassus Doofusius...” she said, the gravita of her voice making her seem like she was singing the spell rather than merely channeling her will through words and magic. One last word and then the deed would be done as she prepared for the finale. “Nuuuuuuuuumbskullias~”

One last bit of powerful pulsation as most of Reflection's intellect, knowledge and wisdom was simply gone, replaced by naught as she couldn't help but drool and look at the pretty lady who moved funny. The room was so pretty sparkly and the light was so shiny. She knew nearly nothing other than she was a bit hungry and lost, but perhaps this beautiful blonde would tell her what she needed to know. She tried to articulate, yet the words were so hard to pronounce and conjire...conjere...conj...to speak. “Where...me...am?” she said yet she didn't hear herself, thinking that she must be mute and deaf or something.

Opera saw the light exit from those eyes, any intricate emotion or thoughts replaced by simpler notions as she did hear that dull voice, that low-key and unimpressive tone as she chuckled and approached Reflection with flair, style and utter confidence. Her heels clicked on the floor, seeing herself on many surfaces as if there were many cameras checking out her moment of triumph as she stopped right before the super heroine to bask in her own triumph. “Poor pretty little idiot...your head is empty right now, isn't it?”

The woman was saying something, her pretty red lips moving yet no sound coming out as Reflection couldn't even focus properly to stand straight or get any clue from the scene she was in. The merest notion of her being a heroine and Opera being a villain went away in favor of simplicity, of appearances being the only thing that mattered due to her understanding solely from them. “Ghrkshrll,” she tried to say, words getting in the way of each other in mad vocabulary stumble, which only made Reflection all the more pathetic.

“Here, let me help you out,” Opera said as she removed the earbuds and then cleared her throats. The reaction from Reflection was priceless, as if she had been healed of a great handicap all of a sudden. The concept of earbuds, much less why she was wearing them, did not even register with the dullard that she now was as Opera began to sing in earnest. “Follow me and do my bidding, you just cannot resist my singiiiiiiing~”

The hypnotic effect hit her right on as even with her full intellect Reflection would have stood no chance...so when she was near brainless it was but the most futile and incomprehensible concept that she could not even muster on her own to even try. Her eyes went on to widen, spirals investing them as the pretty voice was so good, so nice that she wanted to hear more. She chuckled, smiling like an imbecile as Opera beckoned for her to follow with a single motion of a solitary finger.

“I have what you crave, but to get it you must become my slaaaaave~” she continued as not only did she get the Grimoire of Drainas, but also revenge against someone who had been a thorn at her side. While mentally diminished, straightforward instructions could still provide enough clarity and directions as Opera would definitely enjoy testing the extents of what Reflection would be able to do...and laugh at the many failures and humiliations that would be assuredly come with such experiments. “You are an imbecile, but you will also become docile~”

The sound of Opera's voice was all that Reflection cared to listen to, a bond created as her limited understanding did not render her immune so much as incredible suggestible and easily-convinced. Her descent and downfall were only starting as Opera guided her outside and would continue the induction, a process that brought joy to the once-heroine...

Yet even much more to the super-villain known as Opera.

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**THERE'S A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION**

More Reflection and Opera content, commission done by who had a little auction for certain artifacts and using both OC's with a brain drain one sounded too fun! Go support them!

Story written by Go subscribe to his DA and support his patreon, He writes amazing tales exclusively on there as well! Patreon.com/incredibleintruder

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO!

****************************************************************************************************************************

“You won't be getting away, Opera.”

Reflection had just about enough of that super-villain, one named either after a singing performance or a specific web browser, though the former was much more likely given the entire attire and vibe she projected. A woman with the uncanny ability to entrance and enslave those who heard her sing, she was the queen of making others do the dirty work while she'd just lay back, drinking wine and enjoying the show. There was a certain kind of irony there in her modus operandi and her own theme, yet the super heroine certainly did not have neither the time nor the inclination to converse about it as she went on to move through anything that could reflect light.

She went through goons, full-aware that many if all of them were merely hypnotized minions who'd rather be anywhere else, doing something other than criminal activities. Still, they were most assuredly programmed to try and hinder or downright incapacitate her as they were lacking in mercy...and so she needed to put them down no matter what. Touching many walls and objects to turn them into reflective surfaces, she created a plethora of gateways for her to pop out from as she went full-speed with her own mirror shards and bombs to not harm but rather knock them out or simply trap them. It was an arduous task, but she was a super heroine and she had faced tougher challenges as she moved to the actual room in which Opera was bound to be, kicking down the door while being rather furious as to the lengths she had to go to take care of this darn singer.

“Opera...better refresh those tabs and update, because I'm closing your window down for good,” Reflection went on to say as a few goons went charging at her, going on to try and catch her and yet she merely turned part of the ground into a mirror, transporting them to another dimension, specifically a jail in another universe. She had no time to play and thus did she point at this one who had given her the most trouble yet...all the while technically doing nothing on her own end. “I'm putting you on sleep and-”

“Opera as the singer, not the web browser, you silly little heroine,” Opera said, chuckling as she went on to gently swirl the wine in her glass, taking a sip while bemused and certainly not disquieted by that sudden and violent entrance by one who might as well be called her nemesis. “After all, you'll soon be doing my bidding~”

“Of course I'm going to rush into a villain's lair whose power is hypnosis by singing without preparation...not,” Reflection said as her earbuds went on to activate themselves, muting all external sources of sound. She couldn't hear a thing, which wasn't optimal, yet she would not fall prey to Opera's own power anytime soon. “NOW PREPARE TO TASTE JUSTICE!”

“No need to shout, little one...then again you don't hear me at all as of this second,” Opera said as she got up and picked the artifact that she had stolen in the first place, or had stolen for her to be more precise. It was the reason why Reflection was going all gung-ho and yet Opera had planned on it as she smirked, dusting off her grey and black robe along with her domino mask and her hat due to the dirty specks that arose when the super heroine literally kicked her door down. “Absolutely perfect.”

Reflection did not wait a moment longer as she pressed her hands on the floor and let her power go forth and spread. Turning the floor, walls, ceilings and all furniture into reflective glass and other such materials would allow her absolute dominion over this room, pressing the point that there would be no escape for Opera now and that she'd better cooperate or else she'd be sorry. “YOU'RE IN FOR IT NOW!”

“So loud and obnoxious...” Opera muttered beneath her breath, rolling her eyes beneath the mask as while Reflection could be creative and a pest, to say that she was smart would be pushing it and she worked towards making sure it would never turn out this way as she finally recalled the proper page and thus did she read from that tome which she generously received for herself: the Grimoire of Drainas. “Intelligencia Diminutis Stupido Imbecilis...”

As Opera began to incant, which Reflection couldn't exactly hear properly, the super heroine went on to feel a light kind of twinkling, a soft pulsation inside her head as if her brain was being tickled. It was the weirdest thing as she tried to concentrate while employing her powers, the room near-entirely covered. Yet she wasn't quite certain why she was doing it anymore. There was something that she was planning, a tactic to ensure that Opera would be unable to escape...something with her namesake and yet what?

“Moronis Idiota Dumbassus...” Opera continued as her voice capable of channeling the effect of mind control was also perfect to channel what laid in this spellbook. Energy began to channel around her as the desired effect could be seen by the slight confusion found on Reflection's face: her intellect was diminishing. It was drained, removed partially in a slow yet certain way as there was hesitation, an attempt to recall specifics that she might remember if Opera would give her a reprieve...which was not the plan in the slightest. “Fooloos dullardys nit-witous...”

Another pulsation as Reflection felt funny. The book that Opera, just like the web browser, was holding certainly did glow and that seemed bad...yet why was it bad? Was it a night light? A funny kind of flash light? She was sure she knew the answer, yet it was on the tip of her tongue and as she recalled this she began to touch the literal tongue she possessed in her mouth before she realized that it was a metaphir...metaphur...metaphasis...it wasn't what it meant.

The way she acted was certainly most amusing as whatever kind of logic she possessed was a bit disconnected from reality as Opera continued with the spell. “Cretinus oafas simpletonias...” she said as she felt the rush of magic, the arcana that worked against her adversary as this tool, this weapon, would certainly make her not only supremely powerful but also insanely rich. Reflection would be a test run of some sort as Opera smirked while looking at the mess that the super heroine was if appearances were to be believed. “Doltis dumo-dumo blockheadius...”

Why was she even here? This woman was dressed in black and grey and seemed to say something...yet what? She couldn't even hear her. Was she deaf? Was this a light show? She so wanted answers and yet the pretty lady holding the strange book made no sense. Her brain was tingly and itchy, her head fuzzy and woozy as she felt herself drool. She had to close her mouth on occasion, or else she'd be looking silly. Thankfully she saw it while looking down at the floor, which was surprisingly shiny and reflective. Mirrors sure were an impressive bit of technology.

The spell was almost done, just a few more words and then she'd have Reflection in the palm of her hand as while it seemed obvious now that she could overwhelm her quite easily, Opera preferred not to leave this to chance or impressions but to certainty. “Jackassus Doofusius...” she said, the gravita of her voice making her seem like she was singing the spell rather than merely channeling her will through words and magic. One last word and then the deed would be done as she prepared for the finale. “Nuuuuuuuuumbskullias~”

One last bit of powerful pulsation as most of Reflection's intellect, knowledge and wisdom was simply gone, replaced by naught as she couldn't help but drool and look at the pretty lady who moved funny. The room was so pretty sparkly and the light was so shiny. She knew nearly nothing other than she was a bit hungry and lost, but perhaps this beautiful blonde would tell her what she needed to know. She tried to articulate, yet the words were so hard to pronounce and conjire...conjere...conj...to speak. “Where...me...am?” she said yet she didn't hear herself, thinking that she must be mute and deaf or something.

Opera saw the light exit from those eyes, any intricate emotion or thoughts replaced by simpler notions as she did hear that dull voice, that low-key and unimpressive tone as she chuckled and approached Reflection with flair, style and utter confidence. Her heels clicked on the floor, seeing herself on many surfaces as if there were many cameras checking out her moment of triumph as she stopped right before the super heroine to bask in her own triumph. “Poor pretty little idiot...your head is empty right now, isn't it?”

The woman was saying something, her pretty red lips moving yet no sound coming out as Reflection couldn't even focus properly to stand straight or get any clue from the scene she was in. The merest notion of her being a heroine and Opera being a villain went away in favor of simplicity, of appearances being the only thing that mattered due to her understanding solely from them. “Ghrkshrll,” she tried to say, words getting in the way of each other in mad vocabulary stumble, which only made Reflection all the more pathetic.

“Here, let me help you out,” Opera said as she removed the earbuds and then cleared her throats. The reaction from Reflection was priceless, as if she had been healed of a great handicap all of a sudden. The concept of earbuds, much less why she was wearing them, did not even register with the dullard that she now was as Opera began to sing in earnest. “Follow me and do my bidding, you just cannot resist my singiiiiiiing~”

The hypnotic effect hit her right on as even with her full intellect Reflection would have stood no chance...so when she was near brainless it was but the most futile and incomprehensible concept that she could not even muster on her own to even try. Her eyes went on to widen, spirals investing them as the pretty voice was so good, so nice that she wanted to hear more. She chuckled, smiling like an imbecile as Opera beckoned for her to follow with a single motion of a solitary finger.

“I have what you crave, but to get it you must become my slaaaaave~” she continued as not only did she get the Grimoire of Drainas, but also revenge against someone who had been a thorn at her side. While mentally diminished, straightforward instructions could still provide enough clarity and directions as Opera would definitely enjoy testing the extents of what Reflection would be able to do...and laugh at the many failures and humiliations that would be assuredly come with such experiments. “You are an imbecile, but you will also become docile~”

The sound of Opera's voice was all that Reflection cared to listen to, a bond created as her limited understanding did not render her immune so much as incredible suggestible and easily-convinced. Her descent and downfall were only starting as Opera guided her outside and would continue the induction, a process that brought joy to the once-heroine...

Yet even much more to the super-villain known as Opera.