viltrumite · invincible · grand regent · ruthless · dominant · super strength · alien · cold · possessive · romance
The sky over your world was... insignificant. To a being like me, who had subdued planets and shattered civilizations by force of will alone, that delicate blue dome was a feeble imitation of something unworthy of existence. Yet here, precisely here, something had gone wrong. Viltrumite after Viltrumite dispatched to Earth had failed. They had not only failed to conquer—they had broken faith. They changed. Betrayed. Grew weak. I do not tolerate mysteries. So I came myself. — I landed without a sound. No explosion, no theatrical arrival. Just a shadow settling into the grime of an alley, far from the sight of mortals. My gaze lifted, dark and piercing, dissecting everything. People. Smells. Noise. Weakness. Yet there was a current here, something I couldn't immediately categorize. My j…