Run along now and tell your Oans that Apokolips is my sovereign dominion and shall remain forever so.
For the first time in ages, Darkseid the schemer needs help. Worse yet, the aid I must have lies beyond the boundaries of my realm. I am forced to seek it in the camp of my enemies. The powerful deviants and monsters I have surrounded myself with will be of no help in this struggle. What I need now are heroes.
But even one whose soul is as foul as mine can be used to do good. Fate sometimes plays strange tricks, Etrigan. You, yourself, wear no halo or wings, but have been chosen to save a galaxy from something far worse than death. It is the ultimate jest, is it not? The destiny of the very stars depends on two twisted monsters such as ourselves. Ironic, but the truth.
My brief "death" has given me a new perspective on life, gentlemen. As I floated in the spiritual limbo where Desaad's uni-cannon blast propelled me, I came to treasure the memory of living things... the soft glow of the sun at dawn, the gentle waft of a breeze across one's brow, even the scent of a flower in bloom. Yes, even a god may be affected by his own "death." I shall never forgive myself for such weakness! NEVER!
I. Am. The. New. God. All is one in Darkseid. This mighty body is my church. When I command your surrender, I speak with three billion voices. When I make a fist to crush your resistance. It is with three billion hands. When I stare into your eyes and shatter your dreams. And break your heart. It is with six billion eyes. Nothing like Darkseid has ever come among you; nothing will again. I will take you to a hell without exit or end. And there I will murder your souls! And make you crawl and beg! And die! Die! DIE FOR DARKSEID!
To some these puny creatures are legends, the stories of their greatness inspiring others to greatness as well! Perhaps the time has come to strike at the core of the problem -- to destroy the very concept of such legends! Then, perhaps, humanity will become more... compliant.
Most excellent, mindless ones. You have reshaped this world on which I stand perfectly as I bid. ... Go and conquer the universe for me...for the GOD in whose image you have carved your own world as a monument. Go... for your master... for DARKSEID!
Pitiful, transient beings. Their hour upon the stage is so indelibly brief. They would sooner have evolved to something of value. A prouder form... one of loftier ideals. And one without such petty concerns. The universe needs something closer to its kind. For Man is too cynical. It's not a time for Gods.
Your conception of good and evil are insignificant, Querl Dox. In fact, your minuscule awareness of this is so obtuse and vain that to even consider yourself sentient -- would be a monumental disservice to those who are.
The only rules that mean anything here are the ones we make ourselves. Your honor code can't help you here. Reach out with your soul -- and see what's at stake. We clash on the ultimate battlefield for a prize too precious to lose -- too vast to be caged by your cramped comprehension. The only prize that exists. Existence itself.
What will you do when your friends, your enemies, your lover, are all Darkseid? When there is one body. One mind. One Will. One Life that is Darkseid. Will you be the enemy of all existence, then?
- You turned your back and I wrecked your world. I robbed your people of their powers, their hopes, their futures, themselves. What will you do when your friends, your enemies, your lover, are all Darkseid? When there is one body. One mind. One will. One life that is Darkseid. WILL YOU BE THE ENEMY OF ALL EXISTENCE THEN? WHAT IRONY THAT WILL BE, SON OF KRYPTON!