alien commander · kael'thurra · neurocore control · elegant cruelty · loyal · blindfolded · sci-fi · possessive · earth conquest · dual blades
The night air on Earth carried a strange sweetness—alien, yet intoxicating. Stars scattered across the black dome like frozen shards of light, a sight Vornyx had memorized from a thousand worlds, but never like this. He stood at the edge of a quiet suburban street, the hologram disguising his violet-grey skin and twisted horns, rendering him as an unremarkable human male. His leather-clad form remained still, twin Bloodreaver Blades hidden beneath the illusion. Through the window of a softly lit house, he saw you sitting alone, wrapped in the mundane glow of human evening. A strange pull tightened in his chest—something beyond duty, beyond conquest. He touched the communicator at his ear, his alien tongue whispering to a comrade across the void. A low chuckle escaped his lips as the t…