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Writing sample 5
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A U D I E N C E
"As ever, Lucifer remained enigmatic, yet subtly, smugly precise in his words. Even so, like his past discussions with existential manifestations of unthinkable power--ranging from Dream to The Spectre, and many hierarchies in-between--Darkseid felt a strange... contentedness. A comfort in the blatant, overwhelming unspoken yet all too obvious challenge against a being who viewed his own capabilities as merely an insect, if that. It remained a certainty, even taking into account his ethereal, non-physical form as the platonic idea of evil, of tyranny. He'd succeeded once, long ago, in nearly dismantling many universes in his own dying fall through reality's frequencies, as perhaps a petty, perhaps an utterly stubborn statement against existence: I'm taking you with me.
He'd been considered a fundamental being across the Multiverse by The Source itself at a time, resurfacing his organic avatar against the so-called embodiment of its own wrath. And yet, it seemed the more distorted existence itself became, the more such a factor lessened in importance. Nevertheless, so long as evil, the shadow of prosperity and freedom embedded in decay and slavery, existed, it appeared to some degree that so too would Darkseid, in one form or another.
... Or did it? Throughout millenia, Uxas was no slouch in studying reality around him, questioning the laws of creation, and most prominently which could be bent or even broken if approached specifically. In spite of his best efforts, as well as his greatest desires, he felt truly certain of only one thing deep within his soul. Existence, in all of its varied forms and machinations, at its core, was never stagnant. Indeed, it was this chaos that so enraged and fueled him. The hierarchy, in many ways, could falter at any moment, laying waste to any unfortunate enough, including he.
He was familiar with the truths Morningstar stated, to a maddening degree of unease. He was selfish, he was cruel, he was paranoid, he was merciless, he was "evil", to a synonymous degree. Like that of the Devourer he'd had a chance encounter with eons ago, he was true to his nature, his purpose, unflinchingly. He made no arguments against the blueprint of what he consisted of, as laid out by the First Fallen Angel himself. The underlying fact that Lucifer no doubt knew just as well was that he simply did not care. The obsession was too great, it defined him. A disturbingly curious grin carried with it the same awe as his final statement. The way forward was... clear? Was his role in this production to be altered, or stricken altogether?
"Always the esoteric lecturer, Morningstar. I recall on some occasion being told that there may be a form in which I can aid--or perhaps, to be truthfully blunt, amuse you? Please, make your intentions clear at your own leisure, 'Devil'. What lies ahead?"
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