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Chapter 109 We're going to Apokolips

The blazing embers of the planet Apokolips burned strong, no matter what time it was.

On this Ecumenopolis, the heavy, gloomy atmosphere was stronger than it was in Batman's cave.

Even when it was dark, the place could be likened to a desert planet with hot winds blowing sand everywhere and giant columns of fiery energy constantly billowing out of the planet's core.

Patrolling the skies were legions of parademons. Enslaved creatures whose purpose on this place was to preserve law and order in the most brutal fashion they could enforce.

Death!

And so with that thought in their minds, they observed the Lowlies as they patrolled. The lowest level citizens of Apokolips usually brought from other planets in the Godsphere or born here in this atrocity of a world yet were just as much Gods as the rest of its citizens.

Day and night they toiled and slaved away during menial, backbreaking jobs to supply the planet the energy it needed to carry out day-to-day operations.

With no concept of Human Rights....... Or God Rights and no explicit laws on labor made on this planet ruled by a multiversal tyrant, their fates were basically sealed from birth to their long-awaited death.

All that was New Genesis was reversed here.

This planet was basically an Armed Camp where those with weapons ruled over the wretches who build it.

Here..... Life was the true evil. Death...... Now that was the great goal.

It was an endless cycle of torture and suffering from which there was no escape. Especially for this race with no self-esteem or self-worth.

True to its description....... A primordial hellscape.

Yet while the Parademons ruled the lowlifes, those higher in status were called the true citizens of Apokolips.

And inside a dark room with the lights turned off, the younger Aurelie who laid on her bed with her eyes open was one of them.

If possible, the gloomy atmosphere in this room was even thicker than the misery felt by the Lowlies on a regular basis.

Her bright eyes flickered every now and then for several minutes in silence, and her blood boiled with seething rage. Until eventually....... She couldn't be silent.

“Barda”.

This room was the residence of the Furies. Elite warriors sworn to serve under Darkseid.

“.....” There was a moment of silence, before a voice replied to her.

“Can't sleep?”

“After what happened?” Her eyes narrowed intensely.

“No”.

Barda was silent. She wanted to say something to her leader, but could not.

“...... How long Barda?”

The reply wasn't forthcoming. Barda wasn't the only one in the room. The other Furies were there as well.

But everyone else not referred to didn't move an inch. Their faces were stone-cold as they lay on their sides, most teeming with rage.

“..... How long will we be treated like...... This”.

Big Barda still didn't respond. Her mind couldn't help but drift back to a short sentence Granny Goodness said during training some time ago.

“You're all too weak.......... To handle one minute of being women in Apokolips".

Before, she didn't realize why. Why their trainer and mentor who taught them everything they knew would say such a thing.