Superman
Crashes. Screaming. Cries for help. All began to attack Superman's mind until he awoke. He was lying face up next to a ravine. The sun was shining just enough light on him to be able to force himself up. His location being under the sun was probably the only reason he was still alive. For although his body was wounded, regrettably, his memory was still in tact.
The demons came from the sky destroying anything and everything in their paths without warning. Superman was the first to counter the demons. He thought that the demons had underestimated earth and his Kryptonian power, but he was wrong. They were fast, strong, and adapted easily. His limits and abilities which had put the question of other heroes into the public's minds so long before felt like nothing. His superiority in strength and speed were nearly completely matched by the shadow demons' , and his heat vision and cold breath appeared to have little to no effect.
It took some time, but Superman was finally able to get enough demons off of him to see that the rest of the Justice Alliance had joined the fight. Unfortunately, he also saw a glimpse of the wreckage of the city. Buildings destroyed, Flames blazing. Some children crying in front of their parents' dead corpses, some sharing their parents' fate. It seemed that the trail of bodies and blood lasted for miles. There would be no coming back from this. It wasn't until Superman came out of his trance that he realized that he was cut and bleeding profusely. He would heal, he always did. And with that, he flew to rejoin the fight.
The fighting never ended. Every now and then, a demon would die, but more seemed to take its' place. There was no longer a need to worry about property damage. This battle had already caused irreparable damage. As he started off towards a group of demons, he heard an ear shattering yell. It was Robin who was wielding one of the demon's swords and decapitating every demon that came near. Behind him was Batman slumped against a wall with a large stab wound to the chest and obviously unconscious. Seeing Robin fighting, his entire body covered in blood, gave him the strength to fight on. But unfortunately, he realized that this was a battle they could not win. So with all the strength he had left, he rose into the air yelling for the retreat of the Justice Alliance, knowing good and well what the consequences would be. He gathered Supergirl and flew off as fast as possible.
He clenched his fist. He had been a coward. He should have stayed behind to make sure that everyone got away safely. He should have been able to stop this horrible event from occurring. He should have been able to protect those who died in the attack. What was the point of being the most powerful being on Earth if he couldn't protect the ones he loved and cared for most? All of these questions and all of these emotions were running through him like never before. He had never felt so vulnerable. So weak. So mortal.
He pushed himself up off of the ground based on the need to find his friends; his family. The Batcave would be the best place to start. With all he had, he bounded into the air and went supersonic as he flew to Gotham. He was not going to sit back anymore.