Skies above smashed buildings lies a building constructed from thousands of Parademons. Made for their two generals. This building is structure in close resemblance of Darkseid likely to represent its name on Earth.

A thousand Parademons glide in the skies, circling around the owner's property. Guarding like wild eagles ready to taste on their preys.

"Parademons! Scour yourselves across the globe! Annihilate every hometown across the countries! Make sure no one survives!". Dark Supergirl orders expecting a straight response from her sentinels. As Kara hopes for privacy among herself and her husband, whom meditates in another room.

The rooms inside. Most of them look more like straight from centuries across the future. Holographic screens, plats. Literally everything Kara desired for.

As Parademons flew away, Kara turns her back, walking to Oliver's private room. He'd use this room for a sense of meditation.

That room is more empty than every other room. No tech. No gadgets. No food. Just candles lit everyone around him.

Kara observes over Oliver's rumination like a wild dog, whom waits for commands to be called. In her viewpoint, she almost believed that he was praying but as he began studying over the latter's features. It was a misconception.

Lits of candles shade in to Oliver's darkness as the latter's eyes remain shut. His thoughts tangle on flashes burning up in his head. The man squeezes his eyebrows as one flash memory reminded him of how Oliver first started using this darkness.

Flashback

2015

A man dressed in black attire, accompanied by his allies, spread out over the blocks of Starling City.

In each union the man crosses, the latter massacres dozens men and women. Even kids. This guy had no remorse. He was a terrible threat to his city.

It quickly caught SCPD's attention. The force tried but to no avail could they land a hit on the shadowed hood. He's 10 times more outburst than the Arrow.

As soon every police member gets slaughtered, Quentin engaged the man in hood. The latter shot a few bullets but the man in black deflects every number Quentin throws at him with a sword.

Quentin paces back. His gun ran out of ammo. And he's sure as hell the costumed figure isn't gonna let the old man reload. The man dressed in black attire swifts multiple blows on Quentin, making the latter lose balance. Phased on the floor. Quentin bleeds. Looking straight up.

The man brushes his hood away to reveal the man Quentin held so much grudge in. It was Oliver Queen but covered with cold eyes.

"I was right along. You were never a hero in this City". Quentin was too weak to stand up. He just continued to sum up every point that was correct. "You are the monster Queen. You always have been". Oliver stared down at the man frosty as ice. No warm feeling. He was ready. Ready to take down the man who made him lose the people he loved.

Just a mere second save, Oliver experiences a sonic wave from a near distance. Black Canary aka Laurel Lance. And John Diggle.

"You know we can't allow that Oliver", said John flatting over his words. Wielding a gun in his hand as warning. Along with Black Canary ready to vibrate another level of wave.

Al Sah-him didn't care. Without any doubts, he withdrew two arrows. Two explosive arrows directed over John and Laurel's direction. The ducked but the explosion's force pushed them to nearby walls. Into a crash. The duo were too weak to stand up. It's as if they're bodies turned against them. Fear resides in them. Never escaping.

With no disturbances, Oliver, with no distractions, thrusts his sword on Quentin's back.

"NNNNNOOOOOOOOO! Dad!", Laurel yells in pain. Mixed in raw emotions.

Oliver did it. He killed the one man he tried so hard to make proud. The one main he failed a month ago, wounded from his sword. Oliver lacks in emotions. This is where the darkness arose from his body. Nothing could stop this Arrow. No one could rival him in Starling City. No mortal.

Present Timeline

Tears slid down from his eyes. Like a river escaping a dam. That flashback was a memory Oliver never forgot. And it's not the only memory that resides in his head. Different flash emerge in his head. Memories of John and Felicity. Rene, Dinah, Curtis, Evelyn and Rory. 'I need to forget about this shit!'.

"Oliver?". Kara snapped Oliver back from reality as the latter rubs the waves of water from his face. Rotating to face Kara. "Are you okay?". Kara asks as she bottles out her warm-heartedness to her husband. Knowing that Oliver may need the best comfort he needs.

"I can't stop thinking about these memories". Oliver brushes harshly over his hair. "I just want to burn them to hell!".

Kara paces to Oliver. Cupping his face. Her face shifts close to Oliver's. "You will find a way. I won't leave you out of my sight. Forever. And ever". Kara comforts.

Oliver shakes his pupils from Kara's face, to her breast point, then back to her eyes. "And do you trust me?", Oliver asks. Loaded with lots of emotions in his eyes.

Kara places her hand gently on Oliver's cheek. "Yes. With all of my heart", Kara responds in utmost kindful honesty she expressed.

The two shift their pupils up and down. Following that, the two press their lips. Wrapping their arms around each. Oliver tangles over Kara's ass. Whereas Kara wraps hers over Oliver's back.

Kara super speeds the two to their constructed bed. Ready to go all naked. Oliver takes Kara's suit off. Revealing her bra and panties. Kara does the same to Oliver, ripping him off from his suit.

They both lay on the bed naked. The air around them is filled with romance. Kara lands over Oliver. Kissing him more sinfully than ever. Never letting an inch go between them. Breathing is a big struggle when kissing for long periods of time. Kara and Oliver stopped each second, drawing every breath they could hold for another one. The room around them got so cool that it tempted both to tighten their legs and arms to cross at angels.

Seconds passed after a long kiss. The two removed their underwear. Oliver's swollen manhood caughts Kara's sight as Kara's vagina sucks into Oliver's penis. Like space and time sucked into a different era. Naked. Body features sticked to one another. They resumed kissing. Oliver and Kara. Two of the mightiest villians of Earth. Moan in pain as time flies fast. Oliver and Kara enjoyed it. The whole thrusting inside one. Perhaps this was Kara's intention. To get Oliver to drive away from his pain. Sex.

The romantic air dissipates. Oliver and Kara drool off to sleep. Prepared to get started for their next mission.