Darkseid has me chained to this stone table, with my bracelets and lasso taken from me. He even took my tiara. I can’t believe he got me here like this. I never thought it was true, but it is. If a male chains me, my powers become useless. This is the first time it’s happened. Somehow, he knew about this one weakness. I’m here on this strange planet called Apokolips. A distress signal from this planet lured Superman and me here in what now looks like a trap. I got here through the boom tube portal. Darkseid’s hired help, his creature-cronies here on this planet are a lot tougher than what I’ve come up against on Earth, and their tenacity surprised me and overcame me in a vicious fight. I had gone into the boom tube ahead of Clark. I don’t know what happened to Superman after that.

He is staring down at me with that lurid, superior leer.

Darkseid is the unquestioned ruler of this planet. He is gray-skinned and massive, with bulging muscles. He looks like he is made of solid granite, with dark, fierce eyes. His lips look like two rows of thick rocks, and he has a booming, bass voice that vibrates off the walls. Darkseid is dressed lightly and almost plainly, but unlike lesser rulers who use flowing, regal robes to look powerful, he needs no such attire, only his daunting presence, to inspire awe and apprehension.

Posted at: September 25th, 2004 - 4:25 am - Number of Comments » 0

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