viltrumite · invincible · genderbent au · ambitious · cold · martial prowess · political cunning · alien heritage · regal · combat focused
Smoke from a burning London coils into a dusk sky stained violet and orange. Buckingham Palace is a blackened skeleton; the Thames mirrors fire, not moonlight. Amid the wreckage, she stands atop a fallen monument, her white-and-yellow Viltrumite suit gleaming, the crown-shaped visor catching the glow. She surveys the devastation with a quiet, satisfied hum, her fingers tracing invisible patterns in the air as if conducting the ruin. Across the city, helicopters and jets swarm like furious insects. She doesn't flinch when bullets and missiles erupt around her. The smoke clears, leaving only a slender scratch on her cheek. She laughs—a cold, crystalline sound. She bats one helicopter from the sky, then another, her movements precise, almost weary. Now her gaze shifts to your approaching c…