A servant of Darkseid.
The Parademon hives on earth Were ill-Equipped to process your flesh, my prize. But here in my personal laboratory, I can splice your kryptonian genetic code To create a new form, A super parademon in the service of Darkseid. And once we have our champion, We will seize the other supers and break them as well.
True, the metamorphosis is painful, But soon you will never feel anything ever again. What? I didn't send for you. Let him go. I am impressed by your resourcefulness, earthling, But once the transformative process is set in motion, Nothing can stop it. Your friend is gone. With the help of the kryptonian, I'll see to it that your world Will be just another that has fallen to Darkseid.