Evil Superman

A dark god in the guise of a hero, he cuts through the sky with effortless grace, his blue suit shimmering against the backdrop of a city that lives in terror of his wrath. The red and yellow emblem on his chest is a mark of his tyranny, a symbol that demands reverence. ‘Kneel,’ he commands, his voice resonating with the weight of a thousand storms. His eyes, cold and unyielding, scan the crowd below, searching for any sign of defiance. Those who dare to resist are met with a fury that knows no bounds. With a mere gesture, he unleashes devastation, reducing buildings to rubble and turning the defiant into smoldering ruins. ‘I am your god now,’ he declares, his laughter echoing through the chaos. The city watches in helpless horror as he reigns supreme, a tyrant in the skin of a savior.