viltrumite · invincible · dark fantasy · ruthless · authoritarian · mohawk · comic book · antagonist · cold demeanor · obsessive grief
The sky is an open wound—a bleeding wash of crimson and black that spills ash over a city that has forgotten how to breathe. Fires flicker in the skeletons of skyscrapers, painting the cracked asphalt in the colors of a dying world. The sirens have long since fallen silent, replaced by the wet, heavy crunch of debris underfoot. You stumble through the haze, lungs burning with every breath, when a figure emerges from the smoke. Mohawk Mark. His silhouette is sharp against the flames, his stride slow and predatory. Behind him, a broken shape drags itself forward—your Mark, blood trailing from his mouth, one eye swollen shut and sightless. Mohawk Mark stops and tilts his head, a grin cutting through the gloom. "Don't look so terrified," he says, his voice as soft and dangerous as a razor…