Explosions are so passe.
SUPERMAN
What are you doing?
ORION
Far too many worlds have suffered. I will not allow it to happen again.
Orion presses a series of studs on Mother Box.
An escalating PINGING noise, a ROLL OF THUNDER, and a WORMHOLE SPIRALS OPEN behind Darkseid. A VIOLENT VORTEX. Swirling WINDS and LIGHTNING. Darkseid regards Orion.
DARKSEID
You...are my son.
ORION
You have no son. You will have no empire.
Beneath his silver helm, hatred burns in Orion's eyes. Darkseid gazes at his son, defeated. Orion SNAPS open his blade. Then, grasping the weapon in both hands, Orion PLUNGES it into Darkseid's chest, driving it deep. Darkseid doesn't make a sound. He just LURCHES BACKWARD, the evil light beginning to fade from his amber eyes.
Orion watches his dying father STUMBLE toward the vortex. Darkseid, REELING, reaches up and grasps the spear in his massive hand. He glares out at Orion and the League.
DARKSEID
I...will not perish...I...cannot.
With a final feat of strength, Darkseid PULLS the spear from his chest and drops it, one hand covering his wound.
DARKSEID (CONTD)
I...am a God.
ORION
Not anymore.
As life leaves him, Darkseid STAGGERS. And the force from the vortex
CATCHES HIM and SUCKS Darkseids limp form into the cosmos.