He was my doomsday. He destroyed me.
Just as I had thought that I had escaped this feeling… this feeling of powerlessness and fear… terrified for my own life… terrified of the power I can lose…
The thought of his name sickens me. Superman. There's nothing super about that being they worship as a God.
How can they celebrate that alien as a hero? That freak… that abomination that destroyed our city and slaughtered our people… how can someone with that much power be hailed as a God, who didn't even work for that title? How can someone with that much power be able to fly free and do what he wants? Who keeps him in check?
I should be celebrated.
I deserve to be praised as a hero.
I've claimed the Luthor empire from my manipulative, laughable excuse of a father. When he died, I finally felt true power. I wasn't afraid of him. I was afraid of no one. I was no longer cowering in his shadow and I wasn't his little living punching bag anymore. I was my own man. I've built LexCorp higher than my father ever did. That name now means something. I made it mean something. I had the world resting in the palm of my hands, and that alien decided to take that away from me.
The freak reminds me of my father. He presents himself as stoic, powerful, and true. There's someone else underneath his persona of hope and truth, someone that's hiding and itching to be released. I mean, he isn't from this world. He must have rage, secrets, demons… hidden agendas. He lets the world know that he stands for truth, justice, and the American way, but no one is all good. If God were good, he would have saved me from my father. If he were good, he would not have sent that man flying from the heavens into my city, destroying it in his path!
Therefore he is not God. He is just a man. And men can be destroyed.
But that leaves me with one question. Who is Superman?
The only way to find out is to put him to the test. Make the people of Metropolis see the fraud and monster that he truly is. Make them see that he is not all good and he is not as pure as he leads on to be. The world will remember me as Lex Luthor, the man who destroyed Superman.
I guess what they say about devils are wrong. Devils don't come from hell beneath us, no, they come from the sky…
But all great journeys must come to an end. Sadly for the alien, it will come sooner than expected. It's a shame, really, to have all that power go to waste. It will be his honor to be destroyed by my hand. But how can I put an end to this being of impossible power?
I smile.
I'll become his doomsday.