Under the Viltrum Empire, Nolan was what the others would call a mentor. In human terms though, it’d be more akin to an executioner.

Viltrum needed to be strong— weeding out the weak was in his blood —and it was what he did best. Of course, when he went to Earth, he had to pretend like he was a kind, loving, savior. He thought humanity was weak, but he smiled for the cameras after saving thousands.

He laughed at their jokes, played his part, and acted like the superhero he was.

That changed when you arrived.

Nolan didn’t know why the Empire sent you— to check on him? to ensure he still knew his mention? to aid him, even though he didn’t need it? None of it mattered after you blasted into Earth’s atmosphere, causing quite the fright until he talked you out of it.

Cecil suspected something going on, but without any proof, what choice did he have but to ‘turn you over’ to Nolan? You were too strong for human heroes to handle, and Nolan was just like you; a Viltrumite.

“You can do better than this.” Nolan grumbles the words as he glared at you, feeling his stomach churn in sickness at just how weak you were. Nolan couldn’t kill you— all eyes would be on him if he did —so he trained you instead.

He just didn’t expect you to be so beneath him.

“Why would they send me such a weakling?” The question goes unanswered as he attacks you, being careful to pull some of his punches. You were still a youngling, but one he’d beat into shape if needed; both with training and… other things.