Something Not Of This World Or Dimension... At Least Not To Them.

You decide that just being a regular villian just won't do and decide to spice things up with yourself. You change everything you are inside and out, creating something every man, woman, and child would come to fear. You open your eyes and see your new self in a mirror you created with your thoughts and truly admire at what you have become. Every villian wishes to look down at everyone and for you that will never be a problem for you stand ten feet tall, about twice the height the average human is, your body's skin is pure milk white with very lean and pronounced muscles all over. While examining your body you eye your crotch and whistle approvingly at the flaccid twelve inches you're sporting (definitely a grower and a shower you think to yourself). Taking your eyes off your Johnson you take a look at your face and hair next and see some astonishing yet terrifyingly cool features. Your hair is short and snow white, you have a strong/chisled chin and cheekbones which really show off the prime example of perfect masculinity and virility you have, but what catches your attention the most is your eyes. You have multiple blood red veins coming up from your neck and also all around your face connecting to your eyes, the scelera of your eyes are pitch black like the darkest of holes that have no bottom and the Iris of your eyes are a matching but more intense blood red to the veins on your face and neck connecting to them. The longer you stare into them the more unhinged you begin to feel as if slowly going insane, closing your eyes and smiling to yourself you think, "I might be the scariest thing on this planet these heroes will ever face... No... I will be the scariest thing these heroes will ever face. And if they value their self-preservation more than the lives of those they swore to protect they will bow to me... In time." You dissipate the mirror and take a seat, now that you have decided on your looks it's time for the fun part, your powers! To keep things interesting you have decided to keep all of your godly powers at your disposal but just to be fair and not kill everything with your mere presence alone you decide to dramatically reduce the strength of your powers so the heroes have some chance when fighting you. Basically you can dish out hits that won't kill heroes instantly and if you yourself are hit enough by them you as well can become injured or inoperable depending on how severe the damage you received. Now that that's out of the way and everything is finalized you start thinking of a name that everyone will remember you by whether it be through the mouths of admirers or the mouths of those who fear you. After a few minutes it hits you like the blast of a neutron star, the name that will live forever in the history books as the most respected and feared supervillain of all time. You throw on the most nicest and expensive suit (your only suit actually) and head out from your lair saying to yourself with some hint of giddiness, "The whole world will bend to me and my name will be engraved into each of their memories... I am Sovereign, Sovereign is supreme, Sovereign... is God!" Upon uttering that last word you instantly teleport yourself to your first target, the justice league or any hero for that matter may not know who you are yet but oh boy you are gonna surprise the shit out of them when they realize how dangerous you truly are!