He sat silently upon that enormous throne, his gray-black skin encased in the strongest armor forged by countless craftsmen of Apokolips.
Who was he?
The towering figure rested one hand against his chin, his gaze distant.
Who was he?
Over the long river of time, he seemed to have possessed countless names and titles.
The Dark Lord, ruler of Apokolips, merciless tyrant. But the man knew that long ago, he had another name: Uxas.
His gaze gradually sharpened.
He lowered his head and looked upon the endless army of Parademons below.
These cheap, inferior, yet highly useful beasts were already prepared for battle.
With a single command from him, these loathsome monsters would unleash another catastrophe upon the universe.
The ruined planet's surface was covered in cracks, with lava churning beneath them.
If there was any planet in the universe least suited for life, Apokolips would undoubtedly rank among the very worst—perhaps even claim the top spot.
But this planet had not always been like this.
Like every other planet inhabited by intelligent life, its people had once sought a better, more comfortable environment.
Apokolips had once been filled with birdsong and flowers. Its people loved science and revered war just as much.
His father, Yuga Khan, was a terrifying, powerful madman. Nowhere in the universe could one find another being as mighty and dreadful as him, nor anyone as insane.
Yes, insane. Even Darkseid felt nothing but fear and submission whenever he faced his father.
But no matter what creature it was, once it reached a certain limit, it would feel empty.
Like an exceedingly difficult game—once you cleared it, all that remained was a sense of dullness.
So what should one do?
Naturally, find a more entertaining "game." Darkseid even felt he ought to be grateful that his