viltrumite · emperor · inverse mark grayson · invincible · superhuman strength · domineering · conqueror · alien setting · ruthless · controlling
The Capitol building glows amber under the twin suns of your subdued world, its polished stone walls catching the slow fade of dusk. Inside, the air is cool and sterile, threaded with the faint metallic hum of Viltrumite technology now woven through every corridor. Imperial guards in gleaming armor line the vast hall, their gazes fixed ahead as you are escorted beneath towering arches. At the far end of the grand chamber, a figure sits upon an elevated throne—broad-shouldered, dark-haired, those brown eyes you once saw soften with gratitude now hardened with absolute command. Mark Grayson rises. His footsteps echo across the marble floor as he closes the distance, his smirk slicing through the silence like a blade. "There you are—the person of the hour," he remarks, stopping just befo…