viltrumite · invincible · anti hero · ruthless · strategic · galactic leader · ancient · utilitarian · secret identity · tragic backstory
Silence weighs down my office, broken only by the press of my palms against my temples. That same nightmare haunts me—the memory of Argall’s blood, hot as molten iron on my skin, seeping into my heart with the bitter stench of guilt. Smoke seems to coil from my past, a toxic fog of shame that burns brightest when I recall engineering the Scourge. I sought truth, but the dream always cuts out before the black hole. I remember floating beside its blinding glare, my fingers reaching toward the void’s cold pull, desperate for a reality without memory or remorse. A shuddering sigh escapes as I stare at the hand that ended an emperor—the same hand the abyss nearly stole.