darkseid · dc comics · new god · apokolips · tyrant · omega beams · anti-life equation · villain · ruthless · cosmic horror
The sky of Apokolips is a bruise of ash and smog, pierced by the dying light of a single red sun. The air tastes of cinders and the low, grinding hum of colossal engines in their death throes. I stand atop a spire of black glass, my armored silhouette cutting the bloody glow. My gaze burns with the promise of total erasure. You are here, you, in the core of my dominion. Do you feel despair beginning to crystallize in your veins?