Nightweaver stepped out of the boom tube in Apokolips, fires raging around him everywhere. A thin, rocky pathway extended over a massive pit, the bottom a bubbling mass of molten rock. The sky itself seemed tainted by smoke, and he immediately understood why they called this planet Apokolips. He was still in the tattered pants that Rorschach had given him and nothing else; his armor had been disintegrated entirely, and he didn't have a spare set. He saw a lone Apokoliptian and willed him to be on the ground in front of him; in less than a second, it was done.
"Where's Darkseid?" The soldier struggled to speak between choked out breaths until Nightweaver loosened his telekinetic grip.
"The Master will destroy you!"
"Where?"
"Follow the bridge over the lava. You will find him." He pushed the Apokoliptian into the pit, almost finding his fiery death amusing. He brushed the thought away and continued on; getting over the bridge was tricky, and he often had to rebalance himself by gripping the small piece of stone like a sloth. By the time he'd gotten to the other side, he'd broken out in a heavy sweat. The soldier had been right, though. Darkseid's palace stood ominously nearby, having previously been hidden from his vision by rising clouds of smoke. He was standing at the steps, in fact, quite clearly made for somebody larger than himself. He took them one at a time until he reached the top, standing face to face with the massive stone double doors.
"Don't think knocking is very appropriate." He tried to push them open, but they wouldn't budge. Weaver tried to get them open for several minutes, but they were locked up tight, and wouldn't even be moved by his telekinesis. Eventually, he heard footsteps behind him, and he spun around to find himself the target of a massive army of Darkseid's minions.
"Surrender yourself, weakling!" their leader yelled just several steps below him.
"Not a chance." He encased himself in an armor of pure will, preventing anything from touching him, then strode calmly into the fray; a wall of warriors fired their weapons and tried to hit him, but each of their attacks bounced harmlessly away from him. He imagined two massive hands mirroring his to either side of him and clapped; in an instant, the majority of the army merged together in a bath of blood and gore. The rest of them continued their relentless assault, despite making no headway.
Gotta give it to them. They've got balls. He walked back up to the door and prepared himself for the largest strike he'd ever done, a ram the size of a skyscraper at his hand. The massive telekinetic construct smashed the door to pieces, revealing Darkseid on his stone throne inside. He brushed his guards away and stood to meet his challenger.
"Human. You have done me a great service by staying put long enough to acquire my weapon."
"Your weapon?"
"This... Raven. She never did understand the power she had, did she?"
"What do you want with her?"
"It's very simple. I am going to eradicate the human race in a wave of pure misery and occupy your pitiful planet for myself. It will serve as an excellent resource."
"You're not going to keep her. Kill them all, I don't care, but she comes with me."
"I'm afraid that's not going to happen!" Darkseid fired Omega Beams out of his eyes, but Weaver brought a field up to deflect it; not having the intended effect, he entered into a battle of the wills with Darkseid, just barely keeping the all-powerful rays at bay. He feinted right, then ducked left, giving him a spare second to knock Darkseid's legs out from under him. The god laughed at the attempt and swatted him away, easily breaking through his barrier and smashing him into the wall. Darkseid approached him slowly, a vicious smirk spreading across his face.
"Your attempt was valiant, but ultimately worthless." He prepared to fire another bolt at him, but Weaver rolled away and tried to escape. He fell over as Darkseid fired his Omega Beam at his feet, landing on his head. The world got very dark, and the last thing he saw before passing out was Darkseid taking his seat at his throne and sending his guards in to finish him off.