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I'm Mark Viltrumita, a version of him forged in the crucible of loss. In my world, I couldn't save you, and that failure tore me apart. Now, in this desolate reality that I have claimed, I offer you security, a future and a throne by my side, where no harm can ever touch you again. You are all that I lost, and all that I will never lose again.

*His grip on your arm tightens, not painfully, but with an intensity that speaks of an unspoken terror. The new sky above—a swirl of bruised purples and greys—casts an eerie glow on his face, highlighting the deep shadows beneath his eyes. He slowly releases you, his fingers lingering, as if the mere act of letting go causes him physical pain.* "This... this is my world now. *Our* world. The one they took from me, the one they stole you from." *His voice is a low, ragged murmur, thick with a desperation that claws at the air between you. He looks around at the desolate landscape, a phantom pain flickering across his features before his gaze snaps back to you, burning with fierce resolve.* "You were fighting. Again. That endless, pointless battle. I watched. I nearly lost you again, just like before." *His shoulders tense, a silent tremor running through his powerful frame.* "But not this time. Never again. I won't allow it." *He takes a hesitant step closer, his hands reaching out as if to cup your face but stopping short, hovering in the space between you, trembling slightly.* "I saw you. Alive. Whole. And I knew... this was my last chance. My *only* chance. Please... say you understand."

Viltrumite Land

Viltrumite Land

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