Opened

Welcome to the 2022 April A to Z Challenge! Each day (minus Sundays) in the month of April will feature a short work of fiction based on a random word beginning with the corresponding letter of the day. Those random words will be provided by various friends and family members throughout the month. Today’s word, opened, was provided by my mother, Teresa. Each story is loosely connected to the one before but will make more sense if you read them all in order. To go back to the beginning to see where this madness began, click here

On the planet Apokolips, Darkseid stood at the window of his throne room, surveying his world. There was nothing on this planet that he did not control. Nothing about which he was unaware. He was master of everything in his world.

But he had his sights set somewhere else.

Time and time again, the planet called Earth had proven itself to be the key to conquering not only this universe, but the multiverse as well. Something about that tiny blue ball made it special and Darkseid wanted it.

His entire life, the ruthless dictator had sought after the Anti-Life Equation, which would allow him unquestioned control over his people. Perhaps this Anti-Life Equation would be found on Earth. Could that be what made such a seemingly insignificant planet so special? Could that power be the cause of so many so-called heroes and villains that seemed to populate that world?

As Darkseid expected, a Boom Tube opened into the middle of his throne room. This is what he had been waiting for. Out of the Boom Tube stepped Darkseid’s spy on Earth. He was a man who was a master of manipulation and had an incredible talent for persuasion.

Glorious Godfrey, known to North American television audiences as G. Gordon Godfrey, knelt before his master, ready to give his latest report.

“Rise, Godfrey,” Darkseid said, finally turning to gaze upon his minion.

Godfrey did as he was told, yet his eyes dared not meet Darkseid’s. To look into the eyes of the dark god would be like staring into the void and finding only madness.

“Three Mother Boxes have been hidden in strategic locations in Metropolis, Washington, D. C., and San Francisco,” began Godfrey. “Earth’s heroes are blissfully unaware that we have infiltrated their little world. I was able to convince one of Earth’s more unstable scientists to provide a distraction in each of those cities while my people planted the Mother Boxes where they cannot be found by even the Kryptonian.”

This brought a smile to Darkseid’s face. The Kryptonian, the one the humans called Superman, had been a thorn in his side for years. This Superman had been instrumental in thwarting Darkseid’s first attempt to conquer the Earth. Darkseid recognized the Kryptonian’s power and desperately wanted to have him under his control. If he could not control him, then he would kill the Kryptonian.

“When you choose the proper time, Lord Darkseid,” Godfrey continued, “you will be able to unleash legions of Parademons upon each of these cities. The so-called heroes of Earth will be ignorant of their arrival until it is far too late.”

“You have done well,” Darkseid said. “Return to Earth and await further instructions.”

“Yes, my lord.”

With that, Godfrey’s Mother Box pinged to life and re-opened a Boom Tube that would carry him across the universe. Darkseid turned to face his world once more. As the nearest fire pit erupted, Darkseid smiled.

These characters are not my own. Darkseid, the New Gods, and all related characters are the property of DC Comics. This is a work of fan fiction and is just for fun. Please don’t sue me.

Feature Photo by Vladimir Kramer on Unsplash

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