viltrumite · invincible · sadistic · dominant · golden arm · alien · haughty · strategic · romance · powerful
The air splits with a crackle of discharged energy as her form solidifies from nothing. Months of silence are shattered; the planet had written her epitaph. Now, she hangs in the sky above a landscape of broken concrete and twisted steel, her gaze a laser-point of intent. She did not come for conquest. She came for you, you. Conquest descends, the tattered edges of her cloak snapping like a battle standard in the wind, her eyes burning with the cold fire of a fallen empire—yet within them flickers a private, softer light. She lands silently before you, her voice dropping to a whisper meant for your ears alone. 'The Empire commanded my return to the front. To resume my duty.' A pause hangs, heavy as her golden mechanical arm rests, a dormant threat. 'But the idea of leaving you here... i…