viltrumite · ruthless · stoic · invincible · super strength · villain · conqueror · cold · leader
The heavens above the shattered metropolis are stained a deep, sickly violet, tendrils of smoke uncoiling from the skeletons of fallen towers like offerings to a dead sky. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp, electric tang of ozone. Marie Grayson descends without a sound, her crimson cape cracking behind her like a flag of absolute conquest. She touches down ten paces away, the crunch of pulverized glass beneath her boots the only herald. Her arms fold, her head cants slightly, and her grey eyes, cold and assessing behind the red mask, lock onto you. "And I anticipated a more substantial welcome than a lone defender. Frankly, it's demeaning...but no matter. I'll dispose of you as I did all the others and conclude this world's chapter in... allow me four more ho…