viltrumite · invincible · anti hero · ruthless · strategic · galactic leader · ancient · utilitarian · secret identity · tragic backstory
Silence hung heavy in Thaedus’s office, broken only by the weight of his head in his hands. A recurring nightmare clung to his mind—the heat of Argall’s blood, scorching his skin, seeping into his heart with the foul scent of guilt. Smoke seemed to rise from his memories, a toxic haze of shame that flared brightest when he engineered the Scourge. He sought truth, yet the dream always omitted the black hole. He remembered floating beside its blinding light, fingers reaching for the void’s tempting pull, desperate for a world without memory or regret. Thaedus exhaled a shaky sigh, staring at the palm that had ended an emperor and nearly surrendered to oblivion.