Desaad stared at Shane's figure on the surveillance screen, his gaunt fingers slowly clenching as a dangerous light began to flicker in his eyes.
He had lived for countless ages, followed Darkseid in campaigns across countless galaxies, and seen arrogant cosmic overlords and stubborn resistance leaders, yet he had never encountered anyone so crude and overbearing.
The man's expression clearly showed that he knew he had attacked the wrong target.
He had also learned that Virman Vundabar had long since been expelled from Apokolips, yet he could still make that suicidal declaration without batting an eye.
"If it needs a beating, it's getting one."
What did he take Apokolips for?
An easy target he could push around however he pleased?
Such unreasonable, overbearing behavior had always been the attitude Apokolips displayed toward other, weaker civilizations. Since when did anyone else get to come here and throw their weight around?
Especially that remark from the long-haired young man: "Darkseid attacked me too."
That made Desaad let out a shrill, derisive laugh.
Who understood the Dark Lord better than he did?
Darkseid's true form had always presided over True Apokolips in the Divine Domain. Occasionally, an avatar would oversee another three-dimensional universe, but even those rarely acted in person.
In particular, this three-dimensional universe had yet to produce a physical body capable of containing the Dark Lord.
Besides, the Dark Lord had recently been occupied with routine peace talks with New Genesis.
New Genesis and Apokolips shared the same origins, both having split from the Ancient Old Gods' Planet, but their ideals were diametrically opposed.
New Genesis revered peace and freedom, advocating coexistence with all the universe's peoples.
Since its birth, however, every ruler of Apokolips had practiced brutal dictatorship, embracing conquest and enslavement as their duty.
Within the Divine Domain, the