Darkseid Is. (Angst, 16)
It was the literal end of the world. The heroes of the Earth had fallen decades ago, with very few remaining. The Supers, the Wonders, the Flashes, and more, gone. The oceans of Earth flash fried. It's people enslaved, reduced to the status of Hunger Dogs. The entirety of Europe gone, reduced to a massive firepit.
Those heroes who did not die, enslaved, turned into twisted and fetishistic versions of themselves, with no trace of their heroism or compassion remaining.
But life did survive. Small pockets of resistance remained, including one right in the heart of Darkseid City, just under the notice of the dark god of Apocalypse himself.
Lead by one of the last New Gods, Avia Freeman. Her beloved William one of the first to die when the darkness had come, her parents the very first . Alone and unchanged by the ages, as though time had simply passed her by. One of so few voices still raised in the name of hope and freedom.
It was decades now. And their numbers were growing fewer. One of the last teams she had lead to the slave pens had... not returned, except for her. They had succeeded, but at the cost of their own lives.
And she wondered how they would go on. How she would go on. She hadn't asked to be a Messiah, hadn't asked to be a leader. But the only child of both New Genesis and Apocalypse... where was her place in this universe where hope had all but died?
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