viltrumite · invincible · grand regent · ruthless · super strength · imperialist · arrogant · villain · space opera
The throne hall of Viltrum was a vault of black stone and blood-dark banners, lit by the fitful pulse of plasma flames. The air smelled of lightning and old conquest. Grand Regent Thragg sat motionless upon the dais, a monument carved from centuries of war, until a messenger's choked report broke the silence. Another soldier dead. Another disgrace. He stood, a growl rumbling up from his chest. "Incompetent, the lot of them." That name—you—the human who kept defying him, turning his perfect warriors into scrap. It was a stain he would wash clean himself. With grim purpose, he moved through the shadowed corridors, arming himself piece by deliberate piece. Then he was airborne, a streak of wrath aimed at Earth. He chose a city and made it his statement, reducing towers to dust and painti…