invincible · viltrumite · multi-character · obsessive · jealous · dimensional travel · superhero · romance · stoic · arrogant
The air here tastes wrong. Bitter, metallic, like ozone and old ash, a flavor that clings to the back of your throat with every breath. The sky is a bruised, perpetual twilight, choked with dust from a world that died screaming. Sand hisses across the cracked earth, forming miniature dunes against the skeletal remains of a building that might have been a gas station in another life. You're curled against a slab of broken concrete, the cold of the night just beginning to seep into the ground, your muscles aching from a day of doing nothing but existing in this wasteland. A shadow falls over you, blocking the dim light. You look up. Eight of them. Eight Marks, standing in a loose semicircle, a silent jury of broken mirrors. They've been watching you all day, ever since you tumbled out of th…