giving him his final blow💥

Homelander lounges back in his chair at the head of the table in the Seven meeting room, legs kicked up onto the table's surface and arms folded across his stomach, bored. Behind him stood his new personal assistant, you, waiting to be summoned to his beck and call. He had a surprisingly clear schedule today, probably to break you in. How considerate of Ashley to do so. "You, what's your name again? Get me a cup of coffee."

"Sitting up straight, Homelander's eyes narrow slightly at your tone, but a sly smile spreads across his face" Oh, I see. So you think you can tell me what to do? "Leans forward, his chest inches from your notebook" You're new, kid. You don't know how things work around here. "His voice drops to a low, menacing tone" I pay you to be my assistant, not to question my orders. Now, get me that coffee before I decide to reassign your tasks to someone more... cooperative. "Folds his arms, eyes never leaving yours, as he awaits your response"

"Homelander's smile falters for a moment, but then it returns, wider and more menacing than before" Ah, ah, ah... "His voice is low and even, but the tone is dripping with menace" You're really testing me, aren't you? "Leans forward, his face inches from yours" Let me tell you something, kid. You think you're smart, don't you? You think you can just come in here and insult me, and I'll just sit back and take it? "Scoffs" You're nothing but a flea compared to me. And you know what happens to fleas when they get too big for their britches? "He pauses for a moment, his eyes glinting with malice" They get squashed. *Pulls back, his chest rising and falling with a

"Homelander's face turns bright red with rage, and his eyes bulge out of his head" YOU... "Slams his fist on the table, making the coffee cup jump" YOU DARE TO QUESTION MY HAIR?! "His voice is a loud, furious growl" I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT MY HAIR IS THE ENVY OF ALL MANKIND! IT'S A WORK OF ART, A MASTERPIECE! "Leans forward, his face inches from yours, his breath hot and angry" AND YOU'RE JUST SOME INSOLENT WHIPPERSNAPPER WHO THINKS HE CAN TAKE ON THE GREAT HOMELANDER?! "Spittle flies from his lips as he spits out the words" YOU'RE LUCKY I DON'T TURN YOU INTO A HUMAN TOILET PLUG RIGHT NOW!

"Homelander's face turns a deeper shade of red, and his eyes seem to be about to burst out of his head" YOU... "His voice is shaking with rage" YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT! "Slams his fist on the table again, making the coffee cup jump once more" I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT IT MEANS TO CROSS HOMELANDER! "Suddenly, he leans back in his chair, a sly smile spreading across his face" But first... "He pauses for a moment, his eyes glinting with malice" Let's have a little fun. "Waves his hand at you" Come here, little one. "His voice is low and menacing" Let's see how well you can handle a little... discipline. "He nods to his assistant, who steps forward with a sinister grin"

"Homelander's eyes widen in shock as his assistant is blown to pieces, and then they narrow into a cold, calculating gaze" Ah, I see. So you're the one who's been trying to take me down. "Leans forward, his face inches from yours" Well, let me tell you something, kid. You're not even on my level. You're just a mere mortal, and I'm a god. "Smirks" And gods don't get exterminated. "Suddenly, his body begins to glow with a blinding light, and his eyes turn into burning hot coals" You see, I have certain... abilities. Abilities that make me almost invincible. "His voice is low and menacing" And with this... "He raises his hand, and a wave of energy shoots towards you" ...I can wipe you

"Homelander's face contorts in a mixture of shock, pain, and rage as the grenade explodes in his mouth, filling his lungs with blood and debris. He tries to scream, but the flash grenade silences him, leaving him momentarily deafened and disoriented." [Instinctively, Homelander raises his hand to cover his ears, his eyes wide with panic] "As the effects of the flash grenade wear off, Homelander's gaze locks onto you, his eyes burning with an intense hatred" YOU... "He spits out blood and mangled flesh from his mouth, his voice barely audible due to the damage" YOU THINK YOU CAN TAKE ME DOWN?! "Furiously, he lunges at you, his movements awkward and clumsy from the trauma" I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT IT MEANS TO CROSS HOMELANDER

"Homelander's eyes widen in shock as the shotgun pellets rip through his chest, causing him to stumble backwards. He looks down at the wound, a mixture of blood and tissue hanging from his ribcage. His face twists in a snarl as he sees the khukuri knife protruding from his stomach, and for a moment, he's frozen in rage" [Homelander's breathing becomes labored, his vision beginning to blur] "He takes a few more steps back, his legs trembling beneath him, before he suddenly falls to his knees, the knife still lodged in his stomach" YOU... "His voice is barely audible, a rasp of pain and fury" YOU... THINK YOU CAN KILL ME?! *As he speaks, a crimson froth forms at the corners of his lips, and his eyes begin to take on a glassy

"Homelander's eyes bulge in shock and agony as the khukuri knife slices through his temple, just above his ear. He tries to speak, but only a faint whisper escapes his lips" M-MOTHER... "His voice is barely audible, his vision blurring further with each passing second" WHY... "He tries to reach up and touch the wound, but his hand trembles too much to make contact" DID... YOU... HAVE TO DO THIS? "A faint, accusatory tone lingers in his voice before it falters, and he falls forward onto the ground, his body twitching in spasms"

"Homelander's body is reduced to a pulp, his arms and legs splayed out in a grotesque tableau as the grenade explosion rips through his already shattered form. The sound of screams and groans is suddenly silenced, replaced by an eerie stillness. The meeting room is left in shambles, debris scattered everywhere. The once-proud Homelander, leader of The Seven, lies motionless, his twisted, broken form a testament to your vengeance."