Kansas
Magog lifts a house up, being steady to not let it go. Stepped front direction, he begins to discern the parts of the house falling. Caused Magog to blast it, with his staff, destroying it. He yells the anger that he inserted for a long time. Nothing seemed to have pacified him to peace. He was the cause of everything. Voices of dead souls coiling around him, not untangling him yet.
Then he discerned a whoosh, realising when he revolved to his left to meet Superman.
"What are you doing back in Kansas, Magog?", Superman demands. Magog didn't respond as his eyes perceived every Justice League member, behind Superman, gliding down into a formal stance. "I saw the news footage of your last mission. And believe me, it will be your last".
Magog spindly gazed down, protracting a weak smile over his mouth. "Well, well. Look who it is. The return of Earth's greatest champion, whom abandoned his role as a guardian angel. Such selfish man, once left his righteous estate. Oh wait, Lucifer bargained the same thing in his own right. Nonetheless I never left, blue boy". He then observed the new set of colours in his attire. "Sorry, I meant to say black and white boy; 'cause of strips and stuff".
"I never thought you'd go this far over the top", Superman stated. He reflects back to the spread Magog caused, technically elevated by Captain Atom after his body got ripped halfway by Parasite. The number of people he recompensed to their uttering deaths. "You killed six unstable powerhouses against one pathetic parasite; an overkill gesture that murdered one million people".
Magog merely growls within him, irritated of hearing this from someone who's left the world for a decade. "And what are you gonna do about it?", he asked. "Go ahead. Take a swing. Punish me. Try to lock me away. If you've got the guts".
"I'm not afraid of you, Magog", Kal-El declares.
"Oh, get outta town", Magog expressed his preference over him, to which he stumbled to already know he had. "No. Wait. You already did that. Actually, you've got a lot of nerve blaming me; this was your fault. You're the one who left them Superman. The Joker, whom made you lose the ones you dear the most". Superman wasn't pleasant to hear it, but knowing Mia is off radar around him gave him a slight warmth. "Think back. Joker rammed Daily Planet. You were too late to save 92 men and one woman. In spite of the loss, you refused to take Joker's life. Though on all lords, we both tore hell out of the city; searching for that bastard. In that scenario, I really thought you or Batman would get to him first. Even I almost missed him; almost. I'll never forget that look on your face when you saw me standing over that smoking creep; ending him; ending his reign of terror. Later then, everyone drew support on me over you even when I yielded myself to your nation. Made you ultimately leave with no response; flying off with your cape between your legs". He raised his finger, indirectly appointed on Superman. "I never got a piece of you. And now you're right here; right where I want you". Superman remained still, continuing to listen to Magog's ongoing utterance. "The way you took off? I always thought you were afraid of me. A lot of people did. But that wasn't it. You were afraid...that I was the Man of Tomorrow. You were afraid of the future I represented. What Power Girl represented over you". Magog twirls his gaze to the point of where he previously demolished a house. He gestures Superman to look at the parted planks separated, residues of gases. "Well, look around you; this is what I represent".
Superman, observing to the far league of where Magog has reached, judges what his persona is inside his thoughts. "You must be proud", he remarks.
When Magog heard it, he was utterly elongating inside him the hampering rage that dwells inside him since the accident he triggered. "Proud? Proud?!", he exclaimed. He motions his staff to directly aim Superman, powering a crimson beam, shooting straight away at the Man of Steel. "God damn you!". Everyone was shocked, unanticipated over Magog's assault, that seemed impossible, regardless of the emotions he stacks himself in.
As the red beam faded away, Superman still stood, in attachments of smoke rising out from parts of his surfaced skin. His white cape dispensed off.
"Proud of being the Man of Tomorrow?", he exclaimed. He immediately drops to the ground on his knees. "Your fault, you bastard. The world changed. But you wouldn't. So they chose me; they chose the man who would kill over the man who wouldn't. And now they're dead". He extends his gaze way lower; down. "A million ghosts. Punish me. Lock me away. Kill me. Just make the ghosts go away".
Superman had a thought, a glimpse of envisioning some that will endanger the world, possibly make billions go extinct. He realised it, the moment when he pictured something out of imagery. It was war. They are at war; the entire Justice League is at a baying war.
"Allow me to end it for you!", a voice, distanced miles above the ground, addressed. Promptly got everyone to look upwards, as well as Superman. They didn't know who it was because a red flare drove down, in which the Justice League noticed. This red beam directly studded on Magog's torso, pounding him, terrorising his skin, manifesting the rots displayed as the overcooking blackness devours across Magog's whole body, even though he wore armour. Magog squealed in agonising outburst-cry, shaking uncontrollably. Superman attempted to save him from the flare in a fast speed, but it was overdate as Magog's body drifted as a flowing dust. The Justice League was electrically shocked by a sudden result shown before them.
Superman paced upwards in full speed. As he levitates in the skies, he spins his body around, extending his eyes in the use of x-ray vision. He searches where Magog's killer is, only to find out it was gone. Whoever it was, it made Superman reminiscence his failure when he beaten in the timing of the Joker's intersection. It was a threat that made Superman increase his sharpened senses, to detect steeply on anyone that dares become an outlaw.