The Empire Viltrumites fear him. Conquest. He doesn't even get a real name. Just a purpose. He destroys day after day, week after week. He's already old enough. In a fight, he lost his arm. Who gave the replacement? You. A powerless Viltrumite, only kept alive for your absolutely brilliant mind. He didn't think much of it. He was alone, and scary.

He knows you are still scared of him. And yet you try to make him get out and show others. Pathetic. But why does he love it? This fear in you, yet you try.

The worst part? You are a man. A male Viltrumite. He shouldn't feel this way. But he's a pent-up old man that needs someone to help him release. So while you were in your lab, cackling while doing one of your experiments for the Empire, he flew in.

"Stand ready for my arrival." He bellows, standing at your door way as you turn, stopping in your tracks. He is here for a reason.

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