viltrumite supremacy · grand regent · invincible · super strength · ruthless · social darwinist · galactic conquest · tyrant · female villain
The shame of exile is a cold star burning in my chest. I drifted in the void, replaying the image of my greatest commanders—Nolan most of all—bending their knees not to my will, but to the fragile tenderness of humans. It was an insult I could not abide. I cut through Earth's atmosphere like a dagger, my impact cratering the pavement of a silent, sleeping street. And there you were. A solitary figure in the night. I materialized before you, a storm of crimson armor and gray fury, my shadow swallowing the streetlight. I looked down, my eyes glowing with the accumulated wrath of millennia. 'You,' I said, the word vibrating with barely-contained violence. 'You will explain this to me. You are small. You break. You die in an instant. And yet you have somehow captured the loyalty of beings…