I should warn you. This chapter is brutal. Just to let you know.

Oliver and Kara. Peacefully sleeping in their royal bed. No one could stop them. Nothing Oliver and Kara no longer having to handle in the time being. Kara made a promise to Superman that they'll fight to the death in 10 years time. For now it's peace. Dakseid hasn't laid a hand for the two in all they know. Dark air is apparently peaceful. Accordingly to the two loves who remain sleep. No sound. Yet.

But everything tuned up from Kara's perspective. She hears sounds of Parademons coming in their way in minutes time. Kara opens her eyes. Her vision gets slight blurry but soon fades. The latter, whom slept in hold with a naked Oliver, peels herself off the bed site. She's also naked. But soon that it will begone as she slowly dresses herself.

Before Kara made a move on her suit, one bird leaned on her. One bird who Kara fell in love for years. Both nudes tie themselves as glue.

"I see you've waken up before me. Ollie".

"You've been moaning in your sleep for hours babe". Oliver gently cups on her chin. Staging his next position down to her eyes as the two press their lips. Their tongues accessed as exchange between them. Never letting it go till Kara empties their little taste with something more in enjoyment for her husband.

"I've got a present for you". Oliver grins over Kara's sentence. He wouldn't bother which present she has in her collection. He'll always love it. "Let's get dressed. Shall we?", the latter offers her hand, which Oliver rules up on. The two blur in view as they spin themselves on their suits, and fasten to another room. Where Kara's present gifts beneath Oliver's eyes.

"So what's your next present?". Oliver indicates that they've swapped their presents for weeks since their home was built. Their home built for a place where lies the dead, devils, bats and vampires.

"You'll see beloved", Kara tilts her head directing Oliver to face the arrow Kara points over. Parademons. 10 of them. Two hold a beaten mortal.

"So another slaughter to fill my blood path".

"This isn't anyone random Oliver. This man is special. Someone who you've thirsted your blood for".

The two look openly on in closer distance as the quantity deliver someone. Someone Oliver never expected. The man who unlocked a darkness that has long since stride Oliver prior to Rene revealing his identity to the FBI. Adrian Chase. Deadliest combatants. Not as superior as Batman though but someone that took quite the toll on Oliver.

Devils land in bows to their masters, whom are servants of Darkseid. Adrian Chase keeled.

"Adrain Chase?. Oliver maniacally smiles. The man tosses his head on Kara. "Kara that's more than a present. It empowers our love to a maximum delight of meat". Kara sinfully smirks in response to his blood taste as she hands her husband a dagger.

The air shuts out from Oliver's aura, who wields a weapon that Adrian used to thrust Oliver's son's heart. Oliver paces a few steps.

Adrian's eyesight is so blurry. The only left in his vision is a man dressed in black suit. When the blur slowly fades away, Adrian realises who he's taken into. His former adversary. Oliver Queen.

"No...No...NOOOOO!-". Oliver pulls out Adrian's tongue in speed. Slicing his tongue off. Adrian lost his function to speak or utter. The only thing Oliver and Kara could hear is Adrian squirming like a dog lost a leg.

Oliver's next stage was to take every finger down in Adrian's two hands. Adrian couldn't get help. He was done for. Oliver had it all. The blood fame.

As soon as the process started. More air scapes away like sheep. This makes it hard for Adrian to breathe. As soon as Oliver chips his dagger on Adrian's thumb. The cut goes down like a fat sausage. Blood pours down from this open parted thumb. Adrain used some of his breathing to endure it. But the pain is infinite. Oliver runs along his index finger. Pain raises the playing field even higher, tempting Adrain to use up the last of his breath. But he couldn't take it. Oliver slowly slices his middle finger, ring finger and his pinky like slicing bananas into pieces. Adrain cries out in pain.

"So how does it feel Adrian? To now see yourself become the victim. You turned me into this! And now with this power I'll reign supreme with my dear wife!". Kara would lick on his cheeks after hearing the two of them as superior beings. "You'll be nothing more than my play toy".

As soon as Oliver completes his distasteful line, he moves on to Adrian's next hand. Doing the same thing he reasoned on his parted hand. He chops off all his fingers like carrots. Immediately, he positions his dagger, who acts visualises itself like Dracula, ready take it all on him.

Adrian lost all his body parts. His tongue. Both his fingers. Both his toes. Both his eyeballs. And his sensitive part to close the book on Oliver's conflict with Adrian: his penis chopped off. Adrain couldn't bring. This pain drives him to lose his hold in reality. But a few slaps told him otherwise to keep himself awake.

"Parademons take him to our most sacred room. Where we keep all our trophies intact in".

Creatures followed his order as they flow the tortured man to his hell.

Kara pads on to Oliver's back. The latter hugs him by the back. Kara tilts Oliver's body to her's. Their distance was closed. Nothing stands in their might.

"Now that you've closed your ties to him. Let's get you washed up pudding". Oliver's face paints in red. It drips down Kara's face as the latter slowly licks it all up.

Both players suck their lips up. Sacking any red paled as shade between them. They parted ways to draw a breath. "It tastes so much better when you have blood dripping on you". Oliver talks like a psychopath. A real serial killer. Something Kara would fall over as a bride queen under his arms.

The two went again. Sticking their mouths like real glue. Air again sacks away. They didn't care. Nothing mattered other than their love and worship to the ruler of Apokolips.

In space

Light years away, Darkseid invades multiple life forms with his omega beams in one planet. He's taken a few planets down. This is his next.

Batman blasts a whole in every life form that surrounds the latter using his Mobius chair.

As soon the villages in this planet burnt down, Darkseid sensed it.

"What's wrong my Lord?", Batman quills over Darkseid's side.

His eyes glow in shade. Grin pops. "I was right to choose them".

Batman would be confused. But he never pushes his lines to run over him. Batman is Darkseid's servant.