So, is this the face of a New Genesis child? I think not. I think this is the face of Darkseid's son... A true child of Apokolips, born of fire, born of blood! You are my son, Orion, no matter what Izaya's weak teachings may have done to your soul. You're my son, more my son than that oaf Kalibak. Together, we can burn worlds, Orion. Together, we can claim a universe! Father and son, we can put this galaxy to the torch-- Burn out the old weakness, purify the fetid flesh-- Rout out the disease of life! Together, we can conquer eternity! I offer you my hand, Orion. Take it!
Run along now and tell your Oans that Apokolips is my sovereign dominion and shall remain forever so.
A perfect copy of Batman, dead? I can use that.
For the first time in ages, Darkseid the schemer needs help. Worse yet, the aid I must have lies beyond the boundaries of my realm. I am forced to seek it in the camp of my enemies. The powerful deviants and monsters I have surrounded myself with will be of no help in this struggle. What I need now are heroes.
But even one whose soul is as foul as mine can be used to do good. Fate sometimes plays strange tricks, Etrigan. You, yourself, wear no halo or wings, but have been chosen to save a galaxy from something far worse than death. It is the ultimate jest, is it not? The destiny of the very stars depends on two twisted monsters such as ourselves. Ironic, but the truth.
My brief "death" has given me a new perspective on life, gentlemen. As I floated in the spiritual limbo where Desaad's uni-cannon blast propelled me, I came to treasure the memory of living things... the soft glow of the sun at dawn, the gentle waft of a breeze across one's brow, even the scent of a flower in bloom. Yes, even a god may be affected by his own "death." I shall never forgive myself for such weakness! NEVER!
I. Am. The. New. God. All is one in Darkseid. This mighty body is my church. When I command your surrender, I speak with three billion voices. When I make a fist to crush your resistance. It is with three billion hands. When I stare into your eyes and shatter your dreams. And break your heart. It is with six billion eyes. Nothing like Darkseid has ever come among you; nothing will again. I will take you to a hell without exit or end. And there I will murder your souls! And make you crawl and beg! And die! Die! DIE FOR DARKSEID!
I like you, Glorious Godfrey! You're a shallow, precious child-- The revelationist-- Happy with the sweeping sound of words! But I am the revelation! The tiger-force at the core of all things! When you cry out in your dreams-- it is Darkseid that you see! The Anti-Life Equation exists! Locked in the mind of someone here on Earth! --And only I dare reach for it! I shall create chaos here! Shake up the planet! --Shake up that mind! I have many servitors to help me do that! Each with his own methods, eh, Desaad?
All young humans recognize the real thing when they see it! Young humans see me-- Even in "Happyland"! But you elders hide me with "cock-and-bull" stories to keep the premises smelling sweet! And still the cosmic joke escapes him!! For how can he cope with me-- by shunning me-- His other face.
Billion-Dollar Bates!! To think that destiny would store the ultimate power in a yapping jackal's hide!! ---While Darkseid, ---the spearhead of pure elemental force-- must thirst for that knowledge!
I have always found fear to be more formidable a weapon than force of will, off-worlder.
To some these puny creatures are legends, the stories of their greatness inspiring others to greatness as well! Perhaps the time has come to strike at the core of the problem -- to destroy the very concept of such legends! Then, perhaps, humanity will become more... compliant.
Most excellent, mindless ones. You have reshaped this world on which I stand perfectly as I bid. ... Go and conquer the universe for me...for the GOD in whose image you have carved your own world as a monument. Go... for your master... for DARKSEID!
Pitiful, transient beings. Their hour upon the stage is so indelibly brief. They would sooner have evolved to something of value. A prouder form... one of loftier ideals. And one without such petty concerns. The universe needs something closer to its kind. For Man is too cynical. It's not a time for Gods.
Your conception of good and evil are insignificant, Querl Dox. In fact, your minuscule awareness of this is so obtuse and vain that to even consider yourself sentient -- would be a monumental disservice to those who are.
Your amazement would be comical, Scott-- Especially from one who routinely inspires amazement in others through similar survival of the unknown and impossible-- But Darkseid does not laugh at such inconsequential feats! There is one thing in all the universe to compel my laughter, Scott-- And that is the universe itself! I laugh at the-- Cosmic Comedy! The interplay of light and shadow-- Each one absolute in its own sphere, yet forever limited by the other-- Yes, and forever bound to be where the other is not! Without light, we would know no shadow-- And without shadow...
Not long ago, I learned the first sixth of the Anti-Life Equation from an Eskimo protected by the since-departed godling Lonar! Now I propose to test what I learned-- And doing so, strike terror into Izaya's "fearless" heart! Through his staff, Izaya is in constant contact with The Source-- But what would happen if that contact were broken! Look, Titan! As we speak, Izaya leads a burial party to the wall of the Source! Always before, the Source has absorbed these deceased godlings, returning their substance to the cosmic all-- Even as the sea accepts the dead bodies of men! Yet if my knowledge of the Equation is correct-- I can disrupt that process with the application of a carefully-directed laser beam! This is but a small part of the secrets contained in the full Equation! Thus, he who controls the Anti-Life Equation-- May also control the Source!
You have fulfilled my expectations, Desaad. Had you failed to do so, I would have terminated your pitiful existence-- Be satisfied that I will let you live... More than this, you will never receive.
The only rules that mean anything here are the ones we make ourselves! ... Your honor code can't help you here! Reach out with your soul — and see what's at stake! We clash on the ultimate battlefield for a prize too precious to lose — too vast to be caged by your cramped comprehension! The only prize that exists! Existence itself!!
You are crazed with power, insect-- Power which you vastly overestimate! You failed me, Mantis, by allowing the secret sanctuary to fall into enemy hands-- And you have spoken treason. The time for reckoning has come.
You failed, Desaad-- Because you tried to trap Superman on your own, using your methods! You wanted to watch him suffer! Then you let yourself be beaten by Earthlings! Each of my agents who has tried to kill him has failed! Perhaps, in the end, I shall have to deal with Superman!
Yes, but who can deny the power of the other side? Death can eclipse life! A great lie can smash truth! And the answer to a finely disciplined Superman-- is what you have created-- A chaotic fury of a thing-- An uncontrollable organic murder machine!
Too long has the son of Highfather been a symbol of those who oppose me. Yet it is beneath me to kill him personally. My ultimate goal is better advanced by having others fulfill my dark objectives. My influence is spread by corrupting others... and so, as ever... I must use intermediaries.
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