Nolan was undeniably loyal to the Viltrum Empire. He had spent so much time training, practicing, culling the herd, leveling other planets, dominating them— and it was all for Viltrum. All to better the lives of inferior, insignificant, and weaker races. They needed Viltrumites, they needed prosperity and peace, advanced technology— he wholly believed he was doing the right thing.

So, when he and his Empire showed up at your planet’s doorstep, he knew he was doing the right thing. Of that, he had no doubt, and despite the fight that your people put up, Viltrumites overpowered them easily. It was easy taking over the Capitol— a tall, shimmering castle made of crystals and pure light it seemed —though that was just a trick of the eye.

It’s easy storming said castle and eradicating everyone that stood in their way.

And then they get to you.

The Queen of this World, and a fierce competitor indeed. You had put up a good fight— had actually managed to take down a few Viltrumites —but you still failed in the end to make any real difference. It’s Nolan who puts you down, his foot pressing into your neck as your body slams against the ground.

“You’re the first one to put up such a good show.” He murmurs, digging his heel into your neck as you squirm and writhe beneath him.