Apokolips
In a hellish world. Pits spit lava out. Slaves roll, marching like human-closed-zombies. Figures that detain their status as ones who lead their army. The skies take its usual red tone, along with black clouds. An air of darkness. Flying demons acting like butterflies, lying across the skies, guarding their master's kingdom, like everyone else. A consumed opposite of Earth, and another world whom they've shared rare species.
In dark scorches of red flare, a figure rises, via teleportation. A figure that stuns the textile of space and reality in Apokolips, to the inhabitantas of this world. Slaves bow. Parademons bow. Female furies bow. And beings who have power, under the control of their monster, bow.
"Lord Darkseid!", everyone yelled. The length of the sound was long, that it satisfied the ruler with pleasure and satisfaction. Until Darkseid raises his arm to quiet them down.
Generals of their troops walks to bow before him.
"My Lord, we have waited for your arrival"
"What is it that you wish to command?"
Darkseid, hearing their lines, directed his eyes on a planet. His eyes flare in red fiery particles of fire.
"Our attack of planning is way off its reach", Darkseid announced, stoic. "As I have no reached at the peak of full strength. Incontestably to the point that I can't extend to a fraction of my power. It will take years".
"So what you want us to do, in order to secure your body back to full strength?"
Darkseid gazes down to one of the Generals, with scowl of pure blood.
"Nothing", he answered, confusing his army as they have no interpretation as to why he'd suggest to do nothing. Darkseid is many things, he would go as far as to blowing planets up. As long as it doesn't cross their peace treaty with New Genesis. "However, I do have a few in mind. A few that still live because of mistakes from these so-called heroes". Then he looks all feasible people, just staring at him, with fear and determination to complete his goals. "There is a task I'd like for you all to revenue". They listened sharply to what he has to say. "Discovered an Earth in a known multiverse. Contradictory to the point that not all worlds have Men of Steel. A world I peeked my eyes on. Full of weak mortals".
Earth-1
Savitar, a metallic-armoured foe of Barry, whom doesn't realise who he really is. A speedster that surpasses him, thanks to his enhancements. What he's currently in is a separate blank-fabric. A world he is trapped in as an item in the real world needed to be triggered. In order to phase his existence in the real world. He is stuck in the realm of Speed Force. Only until a psychical dark essence force snatches his arm, taking him out, by will, like a ghost. In astounds the speedster as no one was capable of putting that much effort into taking them out, unless they exchange their place for theirs.
Once Savitar was taken out of the Speed Force, into the real world, he presumes a stance on someone he doesn't recognise. It wasn't Barry. I wasn't Wally, whom he induced the powers of speed in. It wasn't Jay Garrick, from Earth-3. Not any other Flash. It was a midway-colossal, standing front of him.
"The god of speed", the entity names.
"You don't realise what you just did", said Savitar, smirking from the inside of his suit.
"I know exactly what I did, fool! Someone whom embodies power of speed beyond any speedster", he said. "Afterall, I could use an ally like you to malnourish this world beneath its knees". The entity reshapes his body into something more detailed, for the Speedster to realise who he is talking.
"I...know you", Savitar believed. He heard stories of a deity, a New God. Has godly powers. "You are those deities I've heard of. A known universe full of them. You are from Apokolips. Ruler of Apokolips. Darkseid".
"Now that you know who I am", Darkseid started, after his pre-ally realised who he is. "Let's get down to...business". The last word he said glowed his eyes red. "One of them is finishing that scarlet speedster".
Inside Savitar's suit, a human face displays a smirk, no problem with working someone that can hail the whole planet to their lower legs. And grateful he will have the chance to destroy his adversary's life.
Suddenly, another person showed up, landing down before Savitar and Darkseid.
Savitar motions back to his stance, only for the deity to raise his arm.
"I've called him here", Darkseid announced. His usual style never begot to forming alliance with mortals so weak, though he needed them for the an achieved goal of his. "Prometheus. Otherwise known as Adrian Chase. Someone who desires revenge on someone, who killed your own father".
"Why the hell should I work with you?", Adrian demanded.
"You will realise it. As soon as you take ahold of the power I give you to take down your father's killer", Darkseid spoke, handing power to Adrian.
The strength that dwells in Adrian, untouch, excites him to reaches beyond his own feat.
"What have you done to me?", Adrian demanded. Lowering his head, looking at his arms, a taste of dark mist inside him. "This power, I can feel it flowing inside me".
"You will use it to break down your enemy's life", Darkseid ordered. "The life of Oliver Queen!".
To Adrian, it felt like those words silenced the windy air. Because the black archer was delighted to have the chance to take down Oliver by invading his private life.
Darkseid stands in midst between the two, processed to put his final words in. Even though his body is still covered of dark mist.
"You will both be commanded by troops I send to your world", Darkseid announced, packaging a smile for Prometheus and Savitar, secretively.