His footsteps echoed through the throne room. He walked fast, with purpose, anger emanating from his body. He stood proudly before the massive figure who towered above him. One fist burst into flame while the other blackened, spores of darkness weeping from it. The king threw back his head with laughter . His giant face contorted with evil pleasure.
“You have done well to come this far Child but this folly ends now.” His tone was like steel and his voice boomed with power and force.
Flames burst threw the air.
Dakrseid was sent high into the air landing with a thud and sliding several meters across the smooth floor. The flamed wrists were now standing atop the throne, mocking the emperor of this hell like planet.
His grey hands grasped the floor and he pushed his body upwards. The ground shook.
The lunged towards the flaming character clearing half the hall with the leap. Bursts of darkness bounced off his body as if they were made of water.
Darkseids fist made contact with the skull. The body flew across the throne and slammed into the opposing wall. It did not fall down. The force was so much the body was imprinted in the wall, holding it in place.
Dearkseid approached him now slowly. Eyes glowing red,
“You fight well, but not well enough”
The red beams blasted from his eye sockets blasting holes clean through the wall. The body was gone. Turning Darkseid met with the flaming fists. He staggered backwards as two heels dug into his chest and vaulted off. Again the fists pummelled his chest . A sword of pure pain was raised above Darkseids head. His fist shot out and grabbed its blade lifting it upwards as the purple energy fizzled around his flesh. The fists aimed at his face missed and were crushed by Darkseid massive hands.
He was powerless in the hands of a mad tyrant. He held him like a rotten piece of fruit, with distain as if he emitted a stench so great he could not overcome it.
Then the high lord of Apocalypse uttered,
“It is over Darkchild.