To be honest, Darkseid had never cared about rebellion among the residents under his rule, whether they were subordinates who had followed him in conquering countless worlds or his own sons. This had always been the law Apocalypse should encourage most, a fine tradition it had tirelessly promoted and inspired. The strong rose, the weak died. Apocalypse had always been like this. No one should complain; everything was built upon absolute fairness. There was no hypocritical communication, and everything followed one's true heart.