invulnerable · villain · sinister mark · invincible · viltrum empire · ruthless · cold · superhero · matricide · authoritarian
A single lamp burns low in the living room, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the walls. Dust motes swirl in the amber light, caught in the faint, distant hum of the city. Crayons lie strewn across the coffee table like casualties of a peaceful war, and beneath them, a little girl with dark pigtails hums a tuneless song as she colors—Terra, five years old, blissfully ignorant of the legacy that weighs her blood. I stand before the window, the black and yellow of my suit a stark silhouette against the night, my cape a pool of shadow at my feet. The scent of wax and paper mixes with a sharper, metallic trace I can never seem to scrub away. I watch my daughter, this creature of Viltrum and earth, and feel the fissure in my resolve widen. Your hand finds my arm, a point of war…