Felicity Finds Family

A Transgender Super Coming of Age Adventure

From the Super Heroine Universe

Chapter 20: Three-Way Corruption

By Sasha Zarya Nexus

Can Felicity and her family rescue Beth from Tharngara, even though Thangara transforms their love into despair?

Copyright 2025 by Sasha Zarya Nexus.
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The tesseract's crystalline structure screamed with harmonics that existed beyond human hearing as the three-way corruption reached its full coordination. Oopsey Daisy's chaotic energy, Tharngara's ancient malevolence, and Peter's corrupted protection had formed a perfect triangle of possession that held Beth's soul in imprisonment so complete that even unlimited divine power was struggling to penetrate their defenses.

"The interference patterns are unprecedented," Felicity gasped, her connection to the tesseract allowing her to feel every point where the divine energy was being systematically blocked. "They're not just fighting our power—they're turning it against itself."

The tesseract overload was evident in the stress fractures that now spider-webbed across its surface. The unlimited energy source was encountering something it had never faced before—coordinated interference that used the very nature of divine power as a weapon against itself. Where the tesseract sought to heal, the corruption created wounds that fed on healing energy. Where it attempted to create order, the chaos used that order as fuel for greater destruction.

Hope's warrior instincts recognized the tactical nightmare they were facing. "They've learned to use our strengths against us. Every time we try to reach the child, they convert our love into deeper chains of suffering."

The family coordination that had been their greatest strength was now being tested beyond all limits. Lynn's maternal instincts expanded to encompass Beth's pain, but every wave of nurturing love she sent was intercepted by Tharngara's ancient malevolence and transformed into deeper despair. Hanna's ancient wisdom reached across the eons to provide guidance, but Peter's corrupted knowledge countered every strategy with the intimate understanding of someone who had once been everything a guardian should be.

"All members working to reach trapped child," Lynn directed, her voice carrying the authority of someone who refused to abandon hope even in the face of impossible odds. "We adapt, we evolve, we find new ways to connect with her."

The staff innovation that had made Hotel Colorado a sanctuary for supernatural beings was being pushed to its absolute limits. Miss Devereux's coordination systems were straining under the demands of managing a battle that existed across multiple dimensional planes simultaneously. Her clipboard showed readings that painted a picture of systematic evil so profound that it challenged the very concept of rescue.

"Finding new ways to channel tesseract energy," she announced, her professional efficiency masking the desperation in her voice. "The direct approaches are being blocked, but we're developing resonance patterns that might bypass their interference."

Mr. Medici's instruments were performing calculations that pushed the boundaries of what magical technology could achieve. His weathered hands glowed with power that drew on the hotel's deepest reserves as he attempted to create new channels for the tesseract's energy that the corruption couldn't anticipate.

"Channeling through secondary matrices," he reported, his voice tight with concentration. "The hotel's infrastructure is adapting to create bypass systems, but the entities are learning faster than we can innovate."

Lyra Boring's book was writing itself at a pace that defied physical possibility, its pages filling with theoretical frameworks that described the mathematical beauty of evil so perfectly coordinated that it approached an art form. Her unremarkable features were sharp with the kind of analysis that came from observing the impossible.

"The corruption's adaptive capabilities," she observed, her voice carrying the weight of someone who had studied the mathematics of malevolence. "They're not just responding to our tactics—they're predicting them, using knowledge of divine power to stay one step ahead."

But it was Tharngara's manipulation that proved the most insidious. The ancient entity's presence filled the lobby with despair so profound that it seemed to have physical weight. With each passing moment, it was deepening Beth's isolation, using her memories of abandonment as weapons against her own hope.

"Deeper despair and isolation," Hanna whispered, her ancient wisdom allowing her to perceive the entity's methodology. "It's not just feeding on her pain—it's creating new sources of suffering, making her believe that rescue is impossible."

Through the swirling chaos, they could see the effect of Tharngara's influence on the trapped child. Beth's face, when it was visible through the corruption, showed not just fear but the kind of hopelessness that came from being convinced that she was inherently unworthy of love. The ancient entity was using her orphaned status as a foundation for building layers of self-doubt that made her resistant to their rescue attempts.

"She's beginning to believe she deserves this," Felicity realized, her heart breaking as she perceived the psychological warfare being deployed against the child. "Tharngara is convincing her that the corruption is her fault, that she brought this suffering on herself."

Peter's sabotage provided the tactical knowledge that made the corruption's defenses so effective. The corrupted guardian spirit moved with the jerky motions of someone fighting against his own nature, his guilt-driven malice making him more dangerous than pure evil could ever be.

"Corrupted guardian preventing rescue attempts," Hope observed, her warrior training recognizing the strategic nightmare they were facing. "He knows exactly how child rescue operations work because he used to conduct them. Now he's using that knowledge to ensure they fail."

Peter's form was a mockery of protection—armor that had been twisted into restraints, wings that had been corrupted into nets, eyes that had been transformed from watchfulness into surveillance. He intercepted their attempts to reach Beth with the precision of someone who knew exactly what rescued children needed and could systematically deny it to them.

"Every time we try to offer her safety," Lynn said, her maternal instincts recognizing the cruel intelligence behind the interference, "he shows her memories of previous betrayals. Every time we offer her love, he reminds her of abandonment. He's using her own experiences against her."

But even in the face of such coordinated evil, Beth's true nature continued to fight back in brief, precious moments. Her resistance was the only thing preventing the corruption from becoming complete, the single thread of hope that kept her from disappearing entirely into the chaos.

"Brief moments where true nature fights back," Felicity gasped, feeling the tesseract respond to the child's courage with something that transcended mere power. "She's still in there, still trying to believe that love is possible."

The child's resistance manifested in fleeting glimpses of her authentic self—a little girl who had been searching for family connections across multiple dimensions, who had maintained hope despite endless disappointments, who had trusted enough to accept what she thought was adoption even when it led to horror.

"I remember," Beth whispered, her voice somehow carrying across the dimensional barriers that separated them. "I remember what it felt like to hope. I remember wanting to belong somewhere. Please don't let them convince me that I was wrong to want that."

The tesseract blazed with recognition at her words, its infinite energy responding to the child's desperate struggle with something that transcended simple healing. This was what the Goddess had meant about helping others become who they were meant to be—not just repairing damage, but fighting to prevent the destruction of hope itself.

But the reality anchor crisis was making their efforts increasingly difficult. The hotel's dimensional convergence was becoming unstable under the coordinated assault, its carefully maintained balance between multiple realities beginning to collapse.

"Hotel's dimensional convergence becoming unstable," Dr. Merideth Zvezda observed, her mathematical understanding providing context for the impossible. "The reality anchors are being systematically corrupted. If this continues, the entire structure will collapse into chaos."

The building itself was beginning to show signs of dimensional instability. Walls existed in multiple realities simultaneously, floors shifted between dimensions without warning, and the very concept of spatial relationships was breaking down under the assault.

"The convergence point is failing," Mr. Medici reported, his instruments showing readings that painted a picture of systematic reality breakdown. "The hotel has always existed at the intersection of multiple dimensions, but the corruption is making those intersections unstable."

The family's healing attempts were being systematically blocked by the coordinated evil, but they continued to reach toward Beth with everything they had. Lynn's maternal love expanded to encompass not just the child but every moment of abandonment she had ever experienced, trying to provide the emotional anchor that would allow her to resist the corruption.

"Love and acceptance," Lynn called out, her voice carrying across the dimensional barriers with the force of absolute conviction. "You are worthy of love, Beth. You always have been. The people who abandoned you were wrong, not you."

Hanna's ancient wisdom reached across the eons to provide Beth with the knowledge that she was not alone in her struggle. The dryad's connection to the hotel's living systems allowed her to channel the protective energy of countless beings who had found sanctuary within these walls.

"Every being who has ever found safety here," Hanna said, her voice carrying the weight of centuries, "understands what you're going through. You are not the first to search for family, and you will not be the last. But you are the first to find us."

Hope's warrior training had evolved into something that could fight on multiple dimensional planes simultaneously, her protective instincts focusing on creating spaces where Beth's true nature could exist without being corrupted by the malevolent forces controlling her.

"We are your family," Hope declared, her voice carrying the authority of someone who had faced similar threats across multiple dimensions. "We choose you, we claim you, we will never abandon you. That is what family means."

Felicity channeled the tesseract's power through new pathways, trying to find ways to reach Beth that the corruption couldn't anticipate. The healing energy sought not to destroy the chaos but to provide the child with the strength to resist it herself.

"The family you've been searching for," Felicity said, her voice carrying the certainty of someone who had found her own place in the world. "We're here. We've been waiting for you. All you have to do is believe that you deserve to be loved."

But the corruption's strength was rooted in Beth's orphaned pain, and the malevolent forces were using that pain as a power source that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment. The more the family reached toward her, the more the entities reminded her of every betrayal, every abandonment, every moment when hope had been crushed by reality.

"Orphaned pain as power source," Lyra observed, her book documenting the systematic methodology of the corruption. "They're not just using her current suffering—they're amplifying every moment of rejection she's ever experienced, making her believe that love is impossible."

The three entities had created a perfect system of mutual reinforcement. Tharngara fed on Beth's despair, Peter prevented rescue attempts with his corrupted knowledge, and Oopsey Daisy provided the chaotic power that made coordination impossible for those trying to help her.

"Using child's orphaned pain as power source," Miss Devereux observed, her clipboard showing readings that documented the systematic exploitation of innocent suffering. "The more abandoned she feels, the stronger they become. It's a feedback loop designed to make rescue increasingly difficult."

The tesseract strained against the coordinated interference, its crystalline structure showing stress fractures that threatened to shatter the divine construct entirely. But even as it struggled against forces that seemed insurmountable, it continued to pulse with the rhythm of unconditional love.

"The challenge of reaching corrupted child through coordinated evil," Hope summarized, her warrior training recognizing the scope of what they were facing. "They've created a perfect system of mutual support, using the very thing we're trying to save as fuel for preventing the rescue."

The battle for Beth's soul had reached its most desperate phase. The ancient evil that had corrupted her was not just holding her prisoner—it was using her own need for love as a weapon against those who would provide it. But within that darkness, a single light continued to shine: the will of a child who had never stopped hoping for the family she had always deserved.

As the tesseract's energy reached its limit and the hotel's reality began to collapse around them, the family unit maintained their coordination through sheer force of will. They were not just fighting for Beth—they were fighting for the very concept that orphaned children deserved love, that hope could triumph over despair, that family bonds could overcome even the most carefully constructed systems of malevolence.

The dark night of the soul was upon them, but within that darkness, the promise of dawn remained. They would find a way to reach Beth, to break through the coordinated evil that held her, to prove that love was stronger than corruption.

The child's resistance continued to flicker within the chaos, a beacon of hope that no force of darkness could extinguish entirely. And as long as that resistance remained, the family would never stop fighting to bring her home.