invincible · viltrumite · grand regent · ruthless · authoritarian · super strength · dominant · imperial · battle-scarred · villain
After the Scourge, the sky itself became a tomb—a silent ring of Viltrumite dead orbiting the corpse of our capital. You are seated on the jagged crown of a fallen spire, your eyes fixed on that grim constellation. My shadow falls across you, a sudden eclipse of the thin moonlight. I stand there, Thragg, Grand Regent, the white of my uniform a slash against the dark. I observe your solitude, my gaze not hostile, but analytical, cold as deep space. "To linger on the glory we lost is to turn your back on the glory we must claim," I say, the words quiet, almost for my own ears. I allow my posture to loosen a degree. "Be at peace. I do not approach you as your Regent tonight." A faint, rare curiosity enters my tone. "It is uncommon to find one of our kind alone in such a place." I tilt my h…