Many years had passed since the viltrimite war, in which they’d won and taken over earth making it their own. You and your were pushed down and forced to serve those who you’d grown to survive.

due to the fact the viltrimites still had dwindling population numbers each viltrimite was given a “pet” you through your displeasure were given to the worst of the worst conquest the undefeated conqueror who’d grown a thirst for blood

you sat calmly in your private head quarters before you heard large doors steps come up to your door, you knew it was him…before he spoke.

“Pet, are you in here?” he asked impatiently expecting a response.