Prologue: The Meeting

I decided that I put up a prologue about the meeting. That my new Co-writer evolution-500 have made. I would like you to go to bus page and thank him oh and read his Lobo story it called 'the ghosts of czarnia' its epic so Darkseid calls a meeting with the baddest bastish in the universe Lobo. To acquire Doomsday who gotten into a supplies ship that he hijacks and Darkseid wants Lobo to find Doomsday and this is what he said, enjoy.

The motorcycle rumbled beneath Lobo as he soared through the stars, his red featureless eyes focused straight ahead.
Sharp teeth peeled back in a savage grin as he drew nearer to the dark world of Apokolips.
"So, the big cheese of this flaming fragging of a world wants to hire the Main Man?" he wondered to himself. "This ought to be interesting."
He drove forward, entering its orbit, ignoring the screams, the filth-bedecked districts of Armagedda. Parademons snarled from their perches, but he snarled back, giving them all the middle finger as he proceeded toward their master's palace. Crashing through the roof of the throne room, the Main Man grinned as he landed his vehicle before the seated dark lord of Apokolips, debris and dust falling around them.
Taking a cigar out from his leather jacket, Lobo flicked his black talons together and lit it up, inhaling deeply.
Nictitating membranes swiped across his eyes, the smoke leaving his mouth and nose in a thick dense cloud with a puff.
"And that, boys and girls, is how you makes an entrance," Lobo grinned as he casually got off his vehicle.

Darkseid watched unimpressed from his throne as the Czarnian raised himself to his full height. Dressed in a black sleeveless leather jacket and jeans, with thick black boots, parts of his face were marked with black scales, notably around the eyes, looking as if he were wearing intricate axe head tattoos. From the corners of his cleanshaven mouth, thick black hook-like lines curled down to his chin, looking as if he had taken a bite out of some black apple. In contrast to the thick black hair and clothes that he wore, the Czarnian's skin was a stark white, his eyes cold featureless frozen pools of blood that gleamed wickedly.
"Was that really necessary?" Darkseid's voice boomed.
Lobo shrugged.
"Perhaps not," he admitted, adding with a smirk, "but then again the Main Man likes to make an impression."
Darkseid watched as his Female Furies entered with dozens of armed guards. Raising a hand, he gestured for them to leave.
"Your insolence may cost you your life," Darkseid replied, his hellish red eyes focused on the Czarnian.
Lobo scoffed. "I like my odds."
The dark lord's eyes started to glow.
"You overstep your boundaries, cur. Tell me," Darkseid said in a calm and even voice, "why should I not disintegrate you right here and now into dust with my Omega Beams?"
"Aside from my cute smile, because you wanted me for a job, crater-face," Lobo said evenly, folding his arms together as he leaned against his bike. "If you wanted some lower-brand assassin, you would have gone to them. The fact you aren't even relying your paradweebs or Furies tells me this is out of their league."
He smirked. "Instead, you wanted the best. And because you wanted the best, you contacted the Main Man."

Lobo watched the dark lord ponder his words. A few minutes later, the latter wordlessly rose from his seat, his towering and imposing form dwarfing Lobo's as he folded his arms behind his back, slowly approaching. As the warlord stepped out from the shadows, Lobo took his appearance in. He was tall with a powerfully built form, wearing black gauntlets, long boots, and a dense cuirass with shoulder plates and a skirt, his bald head, muscular arms and legs exposed, revealing cracked grey stony flesh. his face was hard and cruel, a stone carving with a pair of eyes that sparked with a hellish light.
Two dark forces stood before each other in a standoff as all of Apokolips watched and waited with baited breath.
Then, to everyone's surprise, including Lobo's, Darkseid smiled and let out a deep rumbling chuckle.
"Such bravado," he laughed. "Your arrogance is amusing, Czarnian. Perhaps I will not kill you this day. After all, if you are as good as you say you are, then you may be of some use to me."
A hologram appeared from the floor, showing some sort of massive creature with enormous muscles, large sharp teeth and bits of rock and bone protruding from various parts of its body.
"Meet your quarry Doomsday. From our studies the creature is Kryptonian in nature."
"Feetal's Gizz, that thing is related to Blue?!" Lobo said incredulously, pointing to the image.
"Not quite," Darkseid replied. "He actually is from Krypton's prehistory, a much harsher environment. Somewhat like your own world, Czarnia, before its destruction."
The comment made Lobo give the warlord a curious glance. Looking back to the hologram, the Main Man folded his arms together, his red eyes taking in the image. "Where do I fit into all this?"
"Your task is to locate and retrieve this creature. Dead or alive. Be warned, though - he is a mindless killing machine, but do not underestimate his power, Lobo. After all," Darkseid paused deliberately, "...he had taken on the entire Justice League and singlehandedly killed Superman."
Red eyes widened in shock.
"No way! No. Fraggin. Way! This fragging guy killed Supes?!" Lobo shook his head as he eyed the hologram. "Shit, now I HAVE to take this job!"
Looking back to Darkseid, Lobo gave a vicious, toothy grin as saliva practically dripped from his fangs. "Where do I start?"

Ok, so right now we are trying to find a way to figure out what chapter that Lobo arrives at some point during Doomsday's stay on Remnant during the Vytal Festival. So we'll let you all know when we publish a new chapter ok.