"Alright, Anissa," I called out, casually waving my hand. "Check out who I brought along."
We'd made our way to the heart of this massive warship—floating in the endless black of space where stars sparkled like scattered diamonds on velvet. This wasn't just any ship. It was my ship, packed with tech so advanced Apple gadgets looked like toys next to it. In the lounge, my two "partners" were lounging around—though that word didn't even come close to how tight our bond was—Nolan and Eve, both stretched out like they owned the place.
"Look what I dug up," I said to them, dropping Anissa's hand like it was too hot to hold. Her eyes went wide, like a cartoon character suddenly realizing something wild. The room was decked out with every over-the-top luxury you'd expect from a supervillain's pad—plush velvet couches, a bar that served drinks from anywhere in the galaxy, and a holographic fireplace with zero flames—because, well, we weren't barbarians.
Nolan, once the shining star of the Viltrumites, lay sprawled on the couch, looking like a model who just caught someone forgetting to photoshop out their flaws. The glare she shot me was equal parts venom and heat—enough to boil oceans. Yeah, we had a history, but that's how it goes when you flip someone's world upside down. I met that glare with a smirk, knowing deep down she couldn't resist the chaos I brought. It was like giving a kid a cookie and then telling them it's off-limits—pure delicious torment.
Eve, on the other hand, wrapped herself around me the moment we stepped inside, like a suit that didn't quite fit. Her yandere vibe was so thick you could slice it with a lightsaber. She clung to me, eyes locked on Anissa like a hawk stalking prey. Up close, she was warm and affectionate, but try to pull away even a little, and she flipped into a black hole of fury that could swallow galaxies. Her love was a deadly trap—one misstep, and she'd strike—but honestly, that only made her more irresistible.
I pressed a soft kiss to Eve's brow, trying to soothe my fiercely possessive girlfriend who looked ready to rip someone apart. She closed her eyes and buried her face in my palm like it was the most intimate moment she'd ever had. Anissa watched all this, grinning like she was watching a granny do a striptease. I couldn't help but chuckle; this was gonna be entertaining.
She took it all in—Nolan's fierce transformation, Eve's clingy grip—and I could practically hear her brain spinning. She was struggling to wrap her head around me, the alpha male stereotype, having turned Nolan into a woman and fired up this crazy hunger for control inside her. Oh, and she was also about to be a mom to a kid probably pre-programmed to conquer the world. A pink flush spread across her cheeks—kind of like my first paintball game—and I could tell she was working hard to accept this wild new reality.
"Conquest, what the hell have you done to him?" Anissa finally blurted, half outraged, half in disbelief.
"Her," I corrected with a grin. "And she's still a total badass—just with a better view now."
Her eyes flicked between me and Nolan, a storm of emotions crossing her face. She edged toward Nolan, checking out her old friend's new look with a weird mix of disgust and fascination. "You... actually okay with this?" she whispered.
I locked eyes with Nolan, fire burning so hot it could set a ship's sails ablaze. She was already moving toward me. "It's complicated," she murmured, barely a breath against my lips. "Being with him... it's nothing like anything I've known before." There was hunger in those words that made my heart race, like an animal finding a richer, wilder source of food.
Anissa soaked it all up, narrowing her eyes as she pieced it together. She looked back at me, and for a second, I caught a flicker of something—lust. Then to Nolan, a warrior humbled by what I'd done. Where pity might have been, there was only raw desire. The energy pulsing through me was intoxicating, and she got a taste. "You turned him into a woman and hooked up with her," she murmured, half to herself, half to me. It was admiration mixed with judgment—like watching someone try a backflip off a skyscraper. Bold as hell, and you couldn't deny the thrill.
Nolan's eyes stayed on me, shining like emeralds. She sounded like a cat discovering its voice, purring with satisfaction. "You like it, don't you?" she whispered to Anissa, voice dripping with charm. "The control, the way he can lift you up to the peak and then drop you to your knees?"
I leaned in, feeling the warmth radiate off her, an illusion of closeness.
Anissa's eyes darted nervously between us, caught between shock and undeniable pull. It was like watching someone devour a dish they found disgusting but couldn't stop eating. "I..." she tried to say, but the words stuck in her throat.
I held back from letting her jump to wild conclusions. Business first—a little matchmaking was in order. "Why don't you two take a minute to get to know each other?" I suggested with a cheeky wink at Nolan, who smiled back like a shark smelling a tuna run. Then I turned to Eve, who was still clinging like a barnacle.
Her eyes locked on mine, desperate for a sign. "I'll be back," I promised. She nodded, leaning just enough to let me pull her away a little. I kissed her—not a quick peck, but a deep, intense kiss with tongues tangled and toes curling, shaking the ship's systems like a storm. A kiss full of possibility—either the start of war or the calm after—depending who was watching.
I smiled and turned from the lounge as my HUD flared to life like a match lighting up the dark. The Butcher's Voice buzzed in my brain, spinning smooth lies ready to guide me to my next target. "Where's my boy, Dinosaurus?" I whispered, excitement coursing through me. The HUD spread out, showing space with stars dying and reborn as I narrowed my search. There he was—a tiny speck in the vast emptiness, fortress tucked on Planet Earth.
"Ah, the blue marble," I muttered as I appeared in his lair, dropping with cat-like grace from a ten-story jump. The air was thick with fear and adrenaline—the guy's signature scent, as unique as fingerprints.
Dinosaurus paced his lab, surrounded by gadgets stolen straight from a Star Wars set. He was so focused he didn't notice me at first, his tail swinging like a metronome. Classic. Ego the size of a planet, attention span of a goldfish.
"Hey, Dino," I said, voice echoing. "Miss me?"
His head snapped up, eyes bulging like I'd caught him mid-sin. He stumbled back, knocking over a table full of beakers with a splash. Classic fail. "Conquest," he snarled, tail lashing. "What do you want?"
"Just passing through," I said, stepping closer. "Wondered how my favorite mad scientist was holding up."
He looked at me like I'd just farted in his face—outraged, but curious. "What's your game?"
"Oh, just thinking about a little... partnership," I said, shrugging and shifting my waistcloth for no reason. "I want you on my team."
He snorted, sounding oddly human despite the dinosaur look. "Why would I?"
"Because, Dino," I said, voice sharp as a knife, "I know who you really are." I spread my arms, gesturing at his messy lab, the wreckage of his 'hero' dreams. "Not some soft idealist with a God complex. You're a cold, calculating bastard who'd kill millions to save billions, just so you can be the galaxy's biggest pain in the ass savior."
His eyes narrowed, scales gleaming like a brewing storm. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Just then Invincible crashed in, his blue suit blazing like a miniature sun—no exaggeration. The guy screamed anger, and I couldn't blame him. I'd stolen his girl and turned his dad into a woman. Classic evil moves.
But beneath that fury, I saw doubt creep in. Like watching a kid trying to wrestle his own shadow and losing. He'd landed a few good hits, but mostly, his punches felt like buzzing flies—annoying, but harmless.
"What are you doing here, Conquest?" Invincible growled, knuckles white. He hovered, torn between punching me and asking for my autograph.
"Just keeping you company," I said with a grin sharp as glass. "Maybe have a chat with Daddy Dearest," nodding at Dinosaurus, who glared like I'd dirtied his favorite lab coat.
Invincible tensed, the air thick with testosterone you could cut with a lightsaber. But he knew the truth. Fighting me now was like throwing rocks into a hurricane—maybe a lucky hit, but mostly bruises and regret. So, clenching his jaw, he stepped back.
"Fine," he growled. "But if you hurt him, I'll—"
"You'll what?" I teased. "You've never had what it takes to beat me, Invincible. Face it, you're not in my league."
His jaw clenched, trying to summon power. But we both knew it was just a flicker compared to my blaze. There he stood, furious but defeated, and I soaked it in. The Butcher's Voice teased me with visions of crushing him again, making him beg for mercy.
But today's game was different.
I turned back to Dinosaurus, whose lab was a disaster of failed experiments and bruised ego, knowing he held the info I needed. With Invincible barely holding back his rage, I was ready to pry.
"Listen, Dino," I said, voice smooth as honey dripping from a Venus flytrap. "We both know your hero gig is fragile. You've got genius, but here you are, playing party clown." I stepped closer, my HUD tracking every breath. "Imagine what we could do if we teamed up."
The air cooled, buzzing with the promise of a storm. Invincible planted his feet, fists tight enough to crush diamonds, eyes burning holes in me. But he didn't move. He knew he couldn't win. That's power—when what others think doesn't matter, only what you can do. And his powers? Tiny compared to mine.
Dinosaurus thought it over, his brain racing like a supercomputer. He looked from me to his lab and back. The Butcher's Voice whispered temptations—he couldn't say no. Who would? To be part of something bigger than a hero, to show who's boss?
He sighed, deflating like a popped balloon. "Alright," he grumbled. "But I keep my pet projects."
"Sure," I said with a shark's grin. "As long as they fit our... shared goals."
With a snap of my fingers, we were back on my ship. Energy pulsed through the walls, and Invincible looked tiny beside it. Dinosaurus' mouth dropped open, tail wagging like a kid in a candy store. The Butcher's Voice buzzed in my brain—this was gonna be fun.
"Welcome to the big leagues," I said, gesturing to the flashy halls lined with trophies from planets whose defenses were basically candy bars.
And then it hit me—harder than a wet fish at a dumper's party—I was bored. Invincible was a toy with dead batteries. Yeah, we'd had epic battles that shook the universe, but now? It was just me watching him fume like a kettle refusing to whistle. The fights had become routine—him on his back, begging for mercy. Not my style.
I was way too powerful for this place. Like a kid who outgrew his toys, I looked out at the galaxies and felt... nothing. The thrill was gone. Sure, I still smashed worlds like birthday piñatas, but where was the challenge? The fun?
So, like any drama junkie, I took a break from reality. The Butcher's Voice wasn't thrilled, but even the nastiest AI needs a breather. I waved my hand, and poof—my whole ship vanished from that scene, leaving Invincible behind to sulk or whatever heroes do.
The universe we landed in was like ours, but with a weird vibe—colors brighter, stars glimmering unnaturally, and the air buzzing like static that never stops.
"What the hell did you do?" Dinosaurus growled, eyes wide.
I couldn't blame him. One minute we were in his lab, then on my ship, then suddenly in some neon-colored alternate reality. "Ah, just a little teleportation magic," I said, waving my hand like a Vegas magician.