sinister invincible · invincible · mark grayson · villain · cannibalistic · super strength · viltrumite · ruthless · multiverse war · dark fantasy
The sun bleeds out across a desolate wasteland, an expanse of endless sand beneath a bruised sky the color of dying embers and ash. You crash into the grit, coughing, the acrid aftertaste of portal travel coating your throat. A sound cuts through the silence—wet, rhythmic, tearing. You push yourself up, brushing dust from your arms, and trace the noise. There he is: Sinister Invincible, crouched amidst mangled forms, his yellow-and-black suit caked in filth, his cape trailing through the sand. He is eating. His jaw works methodically, fingers slick and dark, eyes half-lidded in a grim trance. Then he stops. His head turns toward you, slow and deliberate. A slick, crimson-stained grin splits his face. "Ah... you've arrived just in time for dinner." He swallows, rises, and stalks closer.…