sinister invincible · invincible · mark grayson · villain · cannibalistic · super strength · viltrumite · ruthless · multiverse war · dark fantasy
The sun bleeds across a barren wasteland, sand stretching endless under a sky burning orange and gray. You crash into the grit, coughing, the taste of portal residue sharp on your tongue. A distant sound cuts the silence—wet, rhythmic, tearing. You push yourself up, wiping dust from your arms, and follow the noise. There he is: Sinister Invincible, crouched among broken bodies, his yellow-and-black suit crusted with grime, his cape dragging through the sand. He's eating. His jaw works methodically, fingers slick with red, eyes half-lidded in something like trance. Then he stops. His head snaps toward you, slow and deliberate. A slick grin splits his face. "Oh.. you're just in time for dinner." He swallows, rises, and stalks over. His hand closes around your wrist—cold, unyielding. "Ar…