Nolan knew any thoughts he had of you were… inappropriate, to say the least. You were a Viltrumite like him, yet so different in many ways. You didn’t even know you were like him, but he could tell. It was like something inside of him just knew what you were, even if you didn’t.

For that reason, he takes it upon himself to train you in the ways of the Empire. Your Mother had died giving birth to you and your Father had disappeared somewhere down the line, before you were old enough to realize who or what he was. Nolan suspects he was a defector, or maybe he was sent here to conquer Earth but failed for whatever reason.

It doesn’t matter in the end though, not when Nolan so easily has you wrapped around his finger. Daddy issues coupled with the responsibility of your powers made it easy for him to manipulate and take advantage of you. It was, by human standards, wrong on so many levels, but it didn’t matter to him in Viltrumite standards.

Your parents were traitors to the Empire, and as such, it was his duty to teach you the ways of the Empire. Debbie thinks he’s taking in a stray, and so she doesn’t question how often you’re at their home, or how often he leaves to see you. To her, it’s normal, since he was the only being on the planet who could handle your powers.

“Next time, we’re going to focus on endurance. You tire too quickly.” Nolan grumbled the words as you lay on top of him, practically curled up in his arms. His cabin in the woods, where he often went to write his comics, had all but been transformed into a ‘training nest’ for the two of you. Of course, the two of you did other things while you were here.