Word Soul: DARKSEID Chapter 5.

Chapter 5 – Black Words.

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The Motherbox hovered inches from him, beeping with red dots across it's circuitry lined surface.

His soul sensed a presence within the device. It was alive in ways machines shouldn’t be. Not just computational intelligence. It had Will. Connection to lifeforce. A piece of the Source, shaped into a tool.

He didn't grab it.

Not in soul form as it would only phase through.

His form was unstable from the fight. Using too many words in too little time, even with his new discovery of linked phrases had cost him.

He had lost too much mass— and his thoughts felt dragged. His awareness less. Like every command pulled pieces of him further from what he’d once been.

He didn’t regret it. But that did not mean he was okay. Hell no, he was furious at the setbacks, at the pain and while escape was still the plan, it didn't feel right to just leave.

He hovered closer to Granny’s broken body. Her limbs twisted at wrong angles. The hammers lay close by, but without their wielder, they hummed low enough he could ignore the disruption effe. As for Goodness was breathing, barely.

He could finish it.

He should finish it.

But something deeper pulled at him — not revenge. Not survival.

Legacy.

Apokalips had burned him.

Broken him.

Killed him.

Granny was just a priestess. Killing her would'nt mean jack shit and only satisfy his hatred. No, the real price to pay had to be higher. Blood demanded it.

The world itself — this engine of pain — that was the real enemy.

And he could destroy it.

He turned back to the Motherbox.

[Mine]

The first word laid claim to it. And he could feel a link form between them.

"Show me the coordinates input tab." he said normally, vibrations low but steady.

The box beeped in reply. A pattern of glyphs scrolled across its surface. The Location Options popped up but only showed places within Apokalips. Anywhere beyond orbit was locked.

He ignored it.

Instead, he whispered:

“Interface. Override. Control.”

The Motherbox stopped blinking. Then it pulsed once — deeper. Acknowledging him. Submitting. A brief mental search and he found Earth. He input the coordinates but set a timer on the boomtube. There was something he needed to do first.

Motherbox floating within his soul, he floated to the center of the chamber, facing the heart of the Terrorspire.

He inhaled or the equivalent of it due to the scale of what he was about to do. Vibrations rippled out of him, the air shook with his voice. Not from fear. From power.

[Singularity]+[Inescapable]-[Temporal Delay]

The last subtraction bit was to remove the event horizon's temporal warping so as to hasten the process.

The Motherbox hummed louder, sensing the build up of exotic energy. Even The chamber vibrated. But he wasn't done and added a final word with a new symbol as the link gap.

÷[Zero].

Granny twitched on the floor, eyes fluttering.

The energy field around the room exploded into being before cracking.

Then silence. For half a second.

A small black vortex dot opened in the air at the center of the chamber— not a BoomTube portal. Not clean.

A singularity. A fucking black hole.

Tiny but quickly expanding. Dense. Impossible.

It cracked space open like a wound.

The floor buckled.

The light died.

Granny’s breath hitched once. She looked up and saw what was coming.

“No—” she rasped.

He didn’t speak.

Didn’t need to.

The singularity pulled inward — the walls, the tools, the stone beneath. Then it began to feed on power conduits. Plasma lines. Fire pit veins.

The Terrorspire shook as it was being devoured.

An unsuspecting Apokalips started bleeding from the inside.

He floated out of the destroyed Terrorspire after watching as Granny was pulled in along with her War Hammers and crushed.

The Motherbox in his soul beeped and a BoomTube opened behind him.

He looked once more at the rapidly growing black hole, now the size of a small craft. The Terrorspire disappeared into its hungry belly and now the panic was setting in as Parademons and slaves alike run for their lives.

He didn’t smile.

He didn’t feel bad at the innocent slaves he was dooming to death.

Nor did he celebrate his vengeance.

He simply stepped through the portal and emerged into orbit.

Cold. Silent. Brutal.

To his far far front, Apokalips broke apart — not in explosions, but in slow-motion collapse.

The singularity he'd summoned was doing its work: chewing through the world’s core, swallowing firepits, machinery, towers, all of it. And it would continue until, there was nothing left of the planet. And no one not even DARKSEID, with all his power could stop it.

His Word Soul had made sure of that. +[Infinity] meant it would grow without restrictions up until Apokalips was absorbed. And only then would ÷[Zero], set as a limiting value for the undefinable quality of infinity, take effect and lead to the collapse of the Black Hole unto itself. Otherwise it would never stop until the whole universe was gone.

It was beautiful in a cruel, terrifying and inevitable way.

-Thank you. Avenged, I can now fade away-

This was the first time, he heard the consciousness of the original body he'd taken over and absorbed his soul. His broken soul. Which explained the memory bits he'd been getting.

"You're welcome." He responded.

-Goodbye and remember my name:Adam Strange of Earth-

"Goodbye." He replied, not giving his own name in return as he couldn't remember what it. The consciousness disappeared and he was now truly alone.

The Motherbox pulsed quietly as the timer for the Boomtube approached zero.

He was ready to go home.

Then space trembled around him.

He turned to the disappearing Apokalips and the jagged split of red light tearinh across the void from within the +[Inescapable] singularity. A quality that ensured nothing and no one could flee from the planet. Not through spaceships or even Boomtube's. Only he had been exempt.

But the Omega Beams could and had bypassed his Word Soul magic.

Truly- impossible to outrun, impossible to survive. A final fuck you from Darkseid.

He didn’t flinch as the destructive beams carved around space towards him.

Instead he whispered:

[Harness]+[Adapt]

The beams hit him head-on.

No explosion. No soul extinction.

Just burning.

Deeper than fire. Deeper than death.

The Omega Effect flooded into his soul form, rewriting what was left of him, pressing its will into his mass— no, deeper — into his his very existence.

He didn’t scream.

He couldn’t.

He endured. Up until he couldn't and mercifully blacked out.

His soul trembled with red streaks of the omega effect pulling and stretching at it.

Beyond him, Apokalips shuddered with it's last cries as the black hole widened, chewing faster, more desperate now.

The timer hit zero and Motherbox pulsed again, brighter, responding to the programmed command:

Destination: Earth. Escape. Safety.

It opened a BoomTube.

His soul drifted toward it.

Almost free.

Almost—

The Motherbox jerked in the air, violently. Glyphs on its surface scrambled, the escape coordinates twisting and glitching into something alien, something wrong.

A shadow, darker than the black hole itself, curled around the box. No hands. No form. Just presence. A will.

A hijack.

Without it's unconscious User knowing, the BoomTube rippled and widened to pull him and the Motherbox through — coordinates burning into new, irreversible data:

Earth. Minus one billion years.

As the light swallowed him, the new presence laughed.

A deep, maniacal rumble. The voice suddenly stopped laughing and spoke to the open space. As if addressing an invisible audience.

"Who you lookin’ at?"

A pause.

"Yeah, you."

The laughter restarted, curling into words like smoke wrapping a throat.

"You wanna know where not WHEN I sent your precious protagonist?"

Another pause, dragging just long enough to make the silence bite.

"Well... that’s the mystery now, ain’t it?"

The presence snapped out of existence just as the BoomTube collapsed behind the soul, sealing his fate.

The black hole folded in on itself a moment later, taking Apokalips — and Darkseid’s corpse — into nothingness.

Space went still.

But somewhere, in some corner of existence, a new game was about to begin as an unprecedented, undeserved but earned legacy was inherited from The GOD OF EVIL to his slave and killer.

And a new unsuspecting DARKSEID was waiting to be reborn.

And universes would learn: Before, Now and Forever...DARKSEID IS.

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I had so much fun with this. In case you're wondering about the last bit, the answer is:- The Omega Effect.

With enough likes, I might continue this with a second part. But for now,

-Fin-