On a world enshrouded by darkness and whose only light is from the fiery pits of which this harsh world is known for, a god stands on the balcony adjoining his throne room--overlooking the hell-scape beneath him with pride, as his slaves continuously toil; prepping his never ceasing, galaxy-conquering war machine.
A servant enters the throne room. Without turning around to meet the servant's gaze, the god motions for him to speak.
"My Lord," the servant states gracefully. "The associate you sought as arrived."
Without turning, the god motions for the servant to let the associate enter.
As the doors to the throne room open, a Neanderthal-like, immortal man enters the room. The immortal man approaches the god, whose back is still turned, and begins to speak.
"You summoned me, my Lord," the man states politely.
"Yes," the god replies. "I heard of some developments occurring on your home planet. Earth."
"Yes, something, one might say miraculous, has happened. The young speedster has returned."
"You assured me that he would not be able to interfer."
"Why, yes, I did. And I can assure you that our plans will still succeed..."
"Yes," the god interjected. "Just like you assured me that the little speedster spy could not escape an energy field locked away in another dimension."
He pauses.
"As you are well aware, I do not take failure lightly and I am holding you solely responsible for this failure. Any more and you shall not live to see another day, Savage!"
As he states this, the god turns around and slowly approaches the 50,000 year old immortal. The man is able to see the god's appearance. The god's skin resembles a stone-like substance and scales. His armor clings to his chest. It is enchristened with an omega (Ω) symbol. His eyes, a fiery red glow.
The immortal meekly replies, "Of course, my Lord."
"It is good that we...understand each other," the god states as he returns to his previous perch.
The immortal Vandal Savage then proclaims, "All hail Lord Darkseid."
The guards join in, chanting: "Hail Darkseid! Hail Darseid!"
The god once again looks down upon his toiling slaves, and grins as they too join in, until there nothing but a multitude spanning the entire planet doing nothing but proudly proclaiming the same phrase over and over:
Hail Darkseid!
HAIL! Darkseid!
HAIIILLL!! DARSEIIID!!!
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Return of a Speedster
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