Breathing in heavily. I assess my situation. 2 opponents. Pure blooded Viltrumites. Slightly older than me. This is my test to prove my strength. Being born a hybrid was bound to have problems. If I can't overcome these two the only fate awaiting me is death.
I must prove that my "impure" blood, is "strong" it doesn't matter if they've had their powers longer than me. Or if they've been specially trained. They're still kids. I have years of experience on them.
Although. Many of my past life memories have faded over the 2 years I've been alive. My green hands clench hard. As I float a bit higher. Numerous elder Viltrumites whose faces are covered in hoods watch from a distance as I steady myself mentally.
You may be wondering how I've ended up here. It's a funny story. That all began 2 years ago...
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I've become a test tube baby. Yes, I know. Hilarious. Laugh it up voice in my head.
No but seriously. I'm a test tube baby, Floating in blue goop in some sort of pod. I take a mental note that I'm not connected to an oxygen tank. But I'm somehow doing just fine in this liquid. Is it breathable?
My musing is interrupted by the familiar sound of numerous people walking. My eyes lift. Making contact with beedy black.
A green, praying mantis-esque alien looks at me with barely contained fascination.
"He's unique. We know his father is one of the conquers. But who knew their genes would be so... dominant?" One of the burly praying mantis things mutters as the one in front. The queen I assume if the crown is any indication. Places her hand on my pod.
She has 3 fingers. I stare for a bit before placing my hand across from hers. I spot a twinkle in her eyes at my actions.
"My son... no matter how terrible your father is. I could never hate you." The queen speaks sweetly as I blink in confusion. If she's my mom and she's a frickin bug. Who the fuck is my dad? And how the fuck do I look so normal? Minus the green skin, I'm no different from a human baby.
"Drain the fluid. I wish to hold my child." My mother orders as the bugs behind her shift nervously.
"My queen, wouldn't it be wise not to release him? Remember his father is a Viltrumite. No matter how young he is that race is prone to lashing out and they are very powerful. If he's already acquired his father's power he could very well kill us." One of the older bugs advises my mother who turns to glare.
"He's my son. I'll determine if he's a threat or not and I promise you my child isn't a threat." My mother's voice is firm as one of the men taps a few buttons on a tablet-looking thing.
-Fluid draining-
A robotic voice mutters as the goop around me drains. I fall on my ass in the bottom of the pod at the sudden lack of liquid holding me up.
Slowly the glass opens and my mother reaches out to me. I shakily reach out back. As she suddenly lifts me into a loving hug.
"Oh, my baby! You're just perfect!" My mother squeals as I'm held tightly against her. The bug men look uncomfortable as they stare at me anxiously.
"My queen. How could you show such love towards this... thing? Didn't his father force his way upon you? If the Viltrumites find out one of their slave monarchies has given birth to a Hybrid. You can expect at least a squad of 3 to descend from the atmosphere to take your son with them." Another old bug alien speaks. I narrow my eyes at being referred to as a thing but remain calm as I think back on previous words.
Viltrumites? Where have I heard of that name from? Oh... shit. Fuck. Shit. I know where I've heard that from.
My mother turns to the bug man coldly. And snaps her fingers. Immediately blasters appear from nowhere on the walls of this large palace room and shoot the man dead.
I almost shiver at the cold-blooded murder but my mother once again turns her focus to me. A tongue sticks out of her mouth and begins picking my small wavy black hair.
I try to speak but a baby-like whine escapes me as my bug mother licks my scalp. Is she grooming me? But I thought she was a mantis thing. The hell?
I just chalk it up to alien shit. But I weakly swat at her as she grooms me. At least that is until my stomach rumbles.
If the squeal is any indicator. Then that got my mother's attention as she held me tighter.
"He seems to have inherited the base anatomy structure of any Viltrumites my queen. That means he requires sustenance. Unlike us." One of the men deduces as my mother lifts me at arm's length to make eye contact with me.
"Oh my... you're? What is the term again? Hungry? Don't worry! Mommy will get you the proper sustenance you need my little starlight"
I internally cringe as I accept my current situation. Mentally taking note of the Viltrumite thing to worry about for later.
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It's been about a year since I've woken up in this body. Yep, a year. I've been straight up forbidden from leaving the palace. My mother's people. The Xulechians, are slaves to the Viltrumites.
Basically. The Viltrumites own this planet. But allow the former government to remain operating as usual. To keep things flowing steadily and to avoid the suspect of the green lanterns who've been a thorn in the empire's side.
Yes. Green fucking lanterns. So not only am I a Viltrumite hybrid. I'm also in some twisted crossover of Invincible and DC.
Running a hand through my now medium-length wavy black hair I sigh. My skin is slowly losing its green tint. I recognize the shift from green to the familiar pale white I had as a human.
I have green eyes. Boyish features. And pale green skin. I could pass off as a cute kid. I'm physically around like 10 or 9 right now. I age fast due to my mom's side.
Speaking of my mom's side. I've inherited borderline nothing. Except for one thing that's kind of irrelevant considering my race. But could be useful later.
I don't need to breath. Like at all. Viltrumites in general can traverse light years in a single breath I know. But they still need to breathe. Me? I don't require oxygen. Breathing is an option for me. Not a necessity.
So when I get my powers. I'll hold an advantage in space combat against other Viltrumites. I just need to knock the wind out of them then hold them and they suffocate.
"Vergil! Come here!"
My mother's sweet voice calls as I look away from the mirror in front of me. Leaving my rather spacious room. I head towards the main hall.
As I run through the halls for what feels like the millionth time. I grin eagerly as I find my mother seated on her throne.
I've grown attached. Paired with the very faded memories of my original mother. I've grown to love my new one very much. Despite her bug appearance.
When I was younger. She told me the truth about my conceiving. My father pretty much destroyed all resistance on the planet with ease. Her description of him was he lacked one of his eyes. Had a metal arm. And survived even their strongest of bombs unscathed.
I'm sure that description would be able to help me find out who dear daddy was if my memories of invincible and in general weren't so shifty. The most I can remember is l a few irrelevant things. Like my abcs, and personality traits of my former family members.
But basically. Dear old Dad found that decimating this planet's resistance alone and killing my grandfather and my mother's father wasn't enough. So he forced himself onto my mother.
I doubt he expected her to be impregnated. Or maybe he did, I have no clue. But I'm the result of that unwilling arrangement.
I felt sick to my stomach knowing I was the product of something like rape. I legit had nightmares for a few months after learning about my conceiving.
Despite such. My mother remains enthusiastic. The kind woman I've grown to love as my mom. She can be a bit cold when it comes to me though. Like borderline psychotic.
I think it's trauma. I'm her last living family member technically. I'm also her son. She seems to take how I was brought into this world in stride. Way better than me.
I almost expected resentment when she recalled how I was conceived. She seems to want me to be strong like the Viltrumites. Telling me I'd rule the stars one day.
Exiting my thoughts I come face to face with my mother. A grin splits my lips as she looks down at me from her throne.
"I'm done with my boring work now my little prince. Do you wish to hear what I've learned today?" She asks with a smile as I nod eagerly. "Yes, mother."
I've taken it a habit to learn about how my mom operates. Finding her royal duties interesting. And also inspiring. Considering even by her rapidly aging people's standards she's still pretty young.
Her people live for about 5 years. She's about 2 and a half. And will rapidly age by the time she's 4. I've done research. At first, it left me distraught but I've come to accept reality.
"Good! That old man Licken tried to" as my mother goes to explain what her recent meeting was just about. The palace doors suddenly shoot open as one of the bug guards scrambles into the room
"Your Highness! The Viltrumites are here! They request an audience immediately." The man yells fearfully as my eyes widen.
"Vergil! Go to your room! Mommy will handle this" my mother orders. Her voice was firm. But I can hear it. The fear behind that firmness. I obey nonetheless.
Slowly leaving the throne room. I cut behind a corner as two figures floated into the throne room. My eyes widen as I spot the large men levitating. Defying all laws of physics and gravity itself.
Ones black. Hulking muscles. Strongman build. The other is pale. Slightly smaller in muscular structure. They both have mustaches.
"You! We've yet to receive a wage report insect. Do you think our timeline is negotiable? That you've got any leeway?" The black one demands as he floats above my mother who remains seated on her throne. I can feel the fear radiating off her but she keeps a brave front.
"We sent a digital message! Maybe it was delayed! We can give you a report now." My mother tries to de-escalate the situation. But the black Viltrumite looks unimpressed.
My heartbeat quickens as their conversation continues. My mother immediately folded to their demands. Wise. Considering what just one Viltrumite is capable of.
"Pathetic... you're lucky the lanterns are breathing down our backs in this system. Or we would've had your species driven to extinction for their pure incompetence." The smaller Viltrumite finnaly speaks up.
My mother dips her head. A sign of surrender as I see a cruel smirk find it's way onto the black Viltrumites face.
"Since you're so late with your report. How about we take some compensation. An arm should do." His voice makes my blood run cold.
With that coldness I also feel a foreign emotion. Pure fury. I watch as the black Viltrumite moves at a speed almost impossible. His hand going towards my mother menacingly.
Memories rush through my head. Memories of this life. Of every story shared. Every laugh we had together. Every hug we exchanged. Am I really gonna let her be harmed cause I'm intimidated?
Something in me shifts as I spot the fearful glint in my mother's eyes. I yell in fury. My feet leaving the ground as I round the corner.
"Hm?"
The black Viltrumite turns in my direction. Only to be met with a fist to the face. I strike him with all my might. The blow surprises even me myself as the air pops under the might of the punch.
But when my fist connects with the man's face. I bite down on my lip to resist the urge to yell in pure agony. Imagine punching metal full strength. That's what it just felt like punching this buff black dude.
-VROOOM!-
"VERGIL!"
My mother's fearful scream makes me realize the situation. The older Viltrumites head is slightly tilted back. The blow managing to atleast force his head back slightly.
I don't even get to revel in my current power awakening. Noting that I'm currently floating. A large hand grasps my small arm in a bone crushing grip
The black Viltrumites sneers as he look at me with contempt and fascination.
"What do we have here..." He mutters. I yell in pain as his grip tightens. In a twist of agility enhanced by adrenaline I free my arm.
Spinning away sloppily. I catch myself mid air with my newfound flight as the two Viltrumites look at me like I'm some exotic animal in a zoo.
"What in Rao's name-" the pale one mutters as they stare at me in disgust.
"What is this... which one of us would dare to mate with these... insects?" The black one questions as he stares at me hard.
"You guys need to back off." I try to sound intimidating as possible. My pre pubescent voice not helping. But I add a glare on top of it.
But the two Viltrumites seems unconcerned as they continue to stare at me in barely hidden curiosity and disgust.
"Bug. I assume this is your son... tell us which one of ours impregnated you and your son will get to live for now." The pale one says seriously to my mother as I clench my fist.
"She's not a bug!" I practically screech as I blast towards the pale one. The sound barrier shatters as I feel myself move at speeds once limited to the jets of my old world.
I go for a punch. Which the pale Viltrumite blocks with his forearms. A sly smirk on his face.
"Despite your obvious impurities you do have the temper of a young Viltrumite. Let's test your endurance." The older Viltrumites hand blurs as I feel my life flash before my eyes.
Moving with every ounce of agility I could possible muster I move with the blow. Taking it regardless. But instead of being impaled on the man's arm I'm sent flying into stone.
The stone folds under my newfound durability. Dust rises as I groan in agony. My back spasming.
"Hm. Not bad instincts." The pale Viltrumite mutters as he's suddenly floating above me. "But it only took one blow. Your weaker than the other Viltrumites your age. But that's to be expected considering who's your mother."
"Please! Don't hurt him! I'll tell you everything!" My mother pleads as the Pale Viltrumite halts. Looking to my mother with mild annoyance as I struggle to stand.
"Okay insect. Spill. Who's the one who sired this abomination so we can have him formally executed." The Viltrumite demands as my mother gives a description of my father.
If the men's reaction is anything to go bye. My old man is fuckint scary even to thse sucker's.
"There's... no way, he sired a hybrid? Him of all people?"
"Conquest..."
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After that. I was promopltly knocked unconscious. Imagine my surprise when I woke up in an unknown area. Chained down by two metal bars.
They're sturdy. Ridiculously so. Using the fullest of my new super strength I try and fail repeatedly to free myself the metal not so much as even shifting under my full might as a voice speaks out.
"I wouldn't try that boy. That metal can hold Viltrumites Thousands of times your age. There's no escape for you. The council will decide your fate." The familiar voice of the black Viltrumite speaks up in the distance as I growl.
"Shut up." I growl out as I strain even harder against my restraints. My brashness getting the control of me as I strain myself so much I feel like a blood vessel popped in my forehead.
After about 5 minutes of trying and failing to escape I stop. Looking at the ground in defeat. My black eye still swelling. Blocking one half of my vision.
"My mother... is she okay?" I ask. My voice low, I hear a silent chuckle in response.
"It depends. How well does her species deal with missing limbs?" The black Viltrumite questions sickly as my anger resurfaces.
For the first time in this life. I feel it. Something breaking as a burst of energy shoots through my body.
"You- HOW DARE YOU!" I yell from the bottom of my throat my muscles strain even harder as I hear the metal finnaly groaning. The black Viltrumites eyes widen as he takes a stance expecting me to escape.
But that burst of strength and energy fades in the wind. And I feel my consciousness leaving me. My arms likely broke when i pulled that stunt. So I'm completely out of it.
"You truly are his son..."
That's the last thing I hear as unconsciousness claims me once more