Who: Darkseid and Wren Zhang(Closed) What: Resurrecting When: Tuesday, July 27, 2010 , 9:30 AM(local Italy time) > 3:30 (EST) Where: Wolfram & Hart, Rome, Italy > New York, USA Rating: R (Many NPC Deaths) Status: Complete
He was in the void. Resting. Waiting. Motionless. It was dark. He could not see, hear, speak, touch, or even taste. It was death. For four Earth years he had been dead. Four years since Lex Luthor brought him the Anti-Life Equation. Something he once sought. The irony in his death. However, Lex died with him. It was this thought that made him more at peace with his own death. The fact that someone else was brought down with him gave him a kind of joy. But then he felt something pulling at him. Something that was beyond his control. He wasn't sure what it was. What he did not know was....it was life.
Meanwhile back in a lab at the Wolfram & Hart Rome Branch, a professor and a black mage were working on resurrecting a lost soul. A Hell god. Angelus betrayed them and they wanted him back. They figured that who better to bring back Angelus then Glorificus. The mage was chanting and the professor was opening up a gateway into another dimension with The Ring of Lazarus, a stargate into the afterlife. After the spell was chanted, a figure drop down from the Ring and rises to it's feet. They all thought it was the insane hellgod, Glory. What they discovered much to their horror, it wasn't. It was Darkseid.
He looked to everyone and smirked. "Let the universe howl in despair, for I have returned." He then looked into the lovely and frightened eyes of this Branch's CEO, Ilona Costa Bianchi and held her by the cheek. "I owe you my thanks for my resurrection. For this, I will give you all a swift death." He then pushes her back on her ass. He then held out his hand and his eyes glowed and the firm went up in a mushroom cloud which leveled the land five city blocks in all directions. He then levitated off the ground. He was now a mile up. He looked upon the world. He felt it in the air. Someone has died. This death would bring about the kind of chaos that has not seen in this world. He doubts that his arrival, because of this event, will even put a dent into this world. He was slightly amused by it.
He held out his hand and a boom-tube portal opened up. He left through it and arrived in New York City. He landed on the ground in a dark alley. A few muggers and other low-lifes of the city fled at the very sight of him. He laughed at the street-trash that fled."Hmph! Pathetic." He then walked the dark streets of Manhattan, getting re-acquainted with the realm of the living....