Dark's Pre Crisis

Arc2- Devourer Of All.

Sukojo's maniacal laughter echoed through the desolate wasteland as the storm raged on, his grip tightening on the terrified girl. Lightning continued to crackle and bolt down around them, casting eerie shadows across the ruined landscape.

As the storm began to subside, Sukojo's laughter faded, replaced by a cold, calculating gaze. He released the girl, letting her drop to the ground where she scrambled away, sobbing uncontrollably. Sukojo stood still for a moment, his eyes reflecting a deep, unrelenting darkness.

Sukojo: (thinking) It's time to embrace what I truly am. No more pretending. No more holding back.

With a sinister grin, Sukojo fully took control of Dark's body, feeling the power surge through him. The earth trembled beneath his feet as he harnessed the dark energy within.

Sukojo: (thinking) I am Sukojo, the Devourer of All. The cosmos will remember my wrath.

He cast one final glance at the broken world around him before leaping into the sky, breaking through the atmosphere and into the vast expanse of space. Stars and galaxies blurred past him as he propelled himself forward, his mind set on conquest and destruction.

Sukojo moved through the cosmos with ruthless efficiency, his power growing with each passing moment. He tore through galaxies, consuming entire star systems in his wake. Planets crumbled into dust, and civilizations that had stood for eons were wiped out in an instant.

Sukojo: (thinking) Trillions of lives, infinite worlds... all will fall before me.

His journey took him beyond the known universe, into realms of existence that defied comprehension. He shattered the boundaries of reality, his presence a dark void that consumed everything in its path. Universes blinked out of existence, their very essence devoured by Sukojo's insatiable hunger.

For what felt like an eternity, Sukojo's rampage continued. The sheer scale of his destruction was unfathomable, a testament to his unrivaled power and relentless ambition. The cosmos itself seemed to tremble at his approach, the very fabric of reality bending to his will.

Eventually, his thirst for destruction sated, Sukojo turned his gaze back toward Earth. In an instant, he traversed the vast distances of space, returning to the planet he had left in ruins. As he descended through the atmosphere, the world lay silent, a stark contrast to the chaos he had unleashed.

Touching down in the heart of the desolation, Sukojo relinquished his control over Dark's body. The dark energy receded.

Sukojo: Embrace this moment you little brat.

Then Dark found himself standing in the midst of the devastation, his face void of emotion.

Dark looked down at the ground, his heart heavy with the weight of the countless lives that had been lost. Slowly, he raised his hands, staring at them as if seeing them for the first time.

Dark: (dryly) What have I done? What has he made me become?

His voice was barely above a whisper, the sadness in his tone unmistakable. There was no anger, no rage—only a deep, aching sorrow that seemed to permeate his very being.

Dark: (dryly) So much destruction... so much death...

He let his hands fall to his sides, his shoulders slumping under the burden of his actions. The world around him was a reflection of his inner turmoil, a testament to the power that had consumed him and the darkness that had taken hold.

Dark: (dryly) This... this isn't what I wanted.

The silence that followed was heavy, the weight of the countless lives lost pressing down on him. He stood there, alone in the wasteland, the reality of his actions settling in. The path ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear: he could never escape the shadow of what he had become.