I Want Your Corpse

Metropolis, LexCorp Tower. Lex Luthor sat comfortably on a sofa carved with Greek meander patterns, holding a wineglass. As he swirled it, the intoxicating dark-red wine left a hazy pale-red stain along the inner wall of the glass. The screen before him displayed the war raging on the front lines. Two powerful armies had collided, erupting into a brutal conflict. The entire Indian Ocean had become a battlefield. The endless artillery fire and explosions were so pleasing to Lex's eyes. "Interesting.