Scarlet Warlock Of Dc

Boom!

A sonic boom echoed as Solomon flew on March 2. A chip rested in his hand, and he gripped it tightly.

"The brain of a Kryptonian is too broken," he muttered.

In just a week, Solomon had learned so much about computers that, if he ever returned to his world, he could hack into any government system. He had studied extensively, leading to the creation of the chip in his hand.

All he had to do was plug it in. In mere seconds, he had copied all the files he wanted. After Robin had left to find the rest of the team, Solomon had stolen a sample of the improved Blockbuster serum and copied all of the information the factory could provide.

He clenched his fist, ensuring the chip remained undamaged. He had to reach Gotham before the Justice League found him. He was nowhere near their level—it seemed this was a stronger version of the Justice League compared to the animated versions he had seen.

Solomon's mind was in chaos. His powers had evolved, bringing new abilities—one of them being magic. Right now, it seemed to be tied to his subconscious.

Back when he had created that miniature sun, it hadn't been intentional. He had simply let his powers act on instinct. As he flew, he didn't notice the brief flash of red, scarlet energy that ran over his body before vanishing.

He was too preoccupied with running away and processing what he had done. Eventually, Solomon landed in a forest, stumbling toward the nearest river.

He tried to calm himself, but it didn't work. His stomach churned, and he vomited up his breakfast and lunch. No matter how strong his resolve, Solomon had never killed before. He had, of course, prepared himself for the possibility, but not like this. It was supposed to be quick and merciful. But in the heat of the moment, his mind had been too chaotic to think.

No—that was just an excuse. He knew what he had done. He had full control of his actions. He had done what was necessary.

But his mind was too clear. He could remember every gruesome detail—how many drops of blood had fallen when he gutted a man with his fist, how brain matter exploded from the skull of the man he had crushed with ease.

Solomon took a deep breath. He needed to suppress his turmoil and focus on what came next. Dawn was approaching, and Robin had likely already informed the Justice League. He had to get to Gotham.

Gotham was far from ideal, but he had resolved to start there. It was the most corrupt city in the world. If he could fix Gotham, then the rest of Earth would be easy.

Not that it would be simple. Gotham's villains weren't as powerful as those in Metropolis or Central City, but they were cunning, ruthless, and cruel—so much so that it made Solomon question whether the god of the DC Multiverse enjoyed watching innocence die.

Batman was also a factore as knowing batman, he would try and stop him with any means necessary. He did not know whether he was immune to kryptonite or not.

As the sun finally rose, its first light bathed Solomon in warmth, revitalizing him. He stood up, ready to carve a new path—one unknown to the beings of the DC Multiverse.

Change of POV

At Cadmus, the higher-ups were gathered, discussing the events that had transpired on Santa Prisca.

Everyone on the island was dead. They had barely managed to retrieve a vial of the enhanced Kobra-Venom, but that was a minor setback. With someone like Lex Luthor on their side, reverse-engineering the serum wouldn't be difficult.

What truly concerned them was the new rogue factor in play.

The Justice League and their little sidekicks weren't a real problem. They were predictable, easy to manipulate.

But the clone… he was a problem they could not ignore.

Not only had he grown exponentially stronger in just a few weeks, but his powers were also evolving at an alarming rate.

"Why don't we recruit him? It seems he's already chosen our side."

Lex Luthor spoke with intrigue. This boy might finally be the key to destroying Superman.

The others debated the idea. They would need to make first contact. But first, they had to find him.

And that was the problem.

No matter what they tried, they couldn't locate Solomon. No satellite, no magic, nothing could detect his presence.

They had no choice but to wait. After what he had done on Santa Prisca, he wouldn't stay hidden forever.

Meanwhile, one person in the room remained eerily silent—an unusual trait for someone like him. Klarion the Witch Boy, a Lord of Chaos, was speaking with his fellow chaos lords.

They wanted him to kill the boy.

Solomon was a threat, one that could shake their very existence. Whatever he was, he seemed to have a connection to them. That didn't matter, though. He had to die.

A sinister grin spread across Klarion's face as he felt the essence of every Chaos Lord pouring into him, empowering him. He was now far stronger than ever before.

Elsewhere…

Above the DC Omniverse, beyond the reach of time and space, there was only a house and an old man.

He sat at a table, playing chess with a beautiful woman.

"My plan never involved the boy," the old man said as he moved a piece.

He had met this woman not long ago when she appeared in his multiverse.

She was close to his level of power, but beings like him always had a few tricks up their sleeves.

"Well, a little chaos never hurt anyone," the woman replied, her beauty surpassing even that of the gods.

She moved her piece, strategizing against an omniscient being.

"Besides, we need him for what's to come."

She locked eyes with the old man. When she had first discovered this unknown multiverse, she had felt a strange connection.

She was still growing, still reaching toward the level of The One Above All. She wasn't there yet, but she knew she had room to evolve.

Being a higher being was strange. She could sense others manipulating her story, just as she manipulated the story of others. Knowing what she knew, an unknown god could be the one writing her story. 

She tried not to think about it, as there was always a sky above.

She herself had been able to surpass her sky, and even get close to the power of the one that created her multiverse. The moments she reached such levels of power, something changed about her.

She had now become—no surpassed the very concepts of chaos. So as chaos grew in her multiverse, so did her power. Even if the chaos stopped, her power would not diminish. That was why she said she surpassed it.

So ever since some of her essence was separated from her, she had gained a foothold in this new multiverse. Her powers growing even now as she was playing against this multiverses god.

So now the very being of her essence existed in another multiverse. And so, she was now playing chess with one of the most powerful entities in existence.

"I know."

The old man's eyes gleamed.

"I wonder what will happen when he meets my son."

Elsewhere, in a Penthouse…

A man with blonde hair twitched as he felt something change.

The heavy chains that had bound him since the birth of his existence had loosened.

His eyes widened in shock. He knew exactly what this meant.

The fate he had suffered under for eons was no longer absolute. The thing he had long sought—the freedom he had been denied—was closer than ever.

Yet, it was still just out of reach.

He had no idea what had caused this shift, but he would stop at nothing to find out.

Lucifer Morningstar would gain his free will.

No matter what.