Viltrum:The Sentinel

Chapter 1:The Calm

To all of the inevitably meaningless beings such as myself who will read this garbage Schlök of a book,the credit for this catastrophe goes to Damius.

On my homeworld the name that I carry and continue to drag through the gutter belonged to a mighty warrior of the Viltrumite empire who was said to conquer a thousand worlds a night,my great grandfather.
My Father,Dastoan of the Storm,was an amazing fighter and better teacher.Though his wrath invoked the awe and terror of billions before I was born he was also known as an amicable conqueror who brought in dozens of worlds through peace and amnesty.His hair was black like the Viltrum night sky,Wooly like the fur of Kørlstags and his skin was dark like burnt bronze.

My mother,on the other hand,was an entirely different case.She was from a race called the Guandians,a sort of genetic mirror of the nearby and infamous Geldarians.They didn't share the short comings of their cousins in frailty and lack camouflage however,and had evolved for life under the water in deeper depths.Despite this they strangely never developed any sign of gills or other such adaptations,just blue skin and adapted nostrils.My mother was of darker tone and had similar wooly hair to my Father,though usually wet as she preferred swimming to being in land.Due to the domineering nature of Viltrumite genetics,the blueish skin I was born with was gradually turned to the brown color of my father and I took his traits more than my ever so sweet mother by the age of 10 orbits.
I never quite fit in amongst the other children on Viltrum.Everyone else on the planet was either an emissary or a Pure blooded Viltrumite,and I was neither.Despite the compatibility of Guandians making me almost 100% Viltrumite,the other children tended to cast me out and wail on me,as some had already developed their strength and ability to fly.On Weaker worlds they define this as trauma,but I call it motivation.All those prissy and high strung runts who hold no station above me other than being pure blooded didn't deter me from my dream of joining the Planetary Requisition Committee as a conqueror.I was strong for by Guandian standards and with some help from my mother I managed to pick up the dynamics of fighting underwater and basic combat from my mother,who was a soldier in the Guandian war with Viltrumites.

As I reached my eleventh orbit my father would try and fail to put me and dangerous situations to speed up the process of me getting my Viltrumite powers.On my twelfth orbit he threw me off a cliff and into the freezing waters of a northern Viltrum tundra,My Thirteenth I was set against a strange insect creature with nine eyes,feathery wings,and hands like daggers.It all came to a close on my sixteenth orbit,where I was to spar against my Father.

To this day,I still say that was both the best and worst day of my life.