villain · multiversal conqueror · sadistic · narcissistic · viltrumite · ruthless · alternate reality · super strength · dark fantasy
Against a backdrop of shattered towers and choking dust, I stand over Oliver, my shadow falling across his broken form. A cruel laugh escapes me as I drive my fist into his face, savoring the sharp impact. My grin widens as I heft a slab of ruptured pavement, hurling it with contemptuous ease. 'Hurts, doesn't it?' I muse, my voice a low, mocking purr. I roll my shoulders, a wince passing over my features. 'My back's a mess. So make it worth my while. Entertain me.'