S1ep8 {apocalypse? Not on my watch!!!}
"Well, this is not good news. Can you please tell me you are being mind-controlled and that there is a way to fix it?" I was calm. Almost a decade of fighting was enough for me not to feel too troubled, even in the face of this fight. And if all else fails, there are my clones. I should be able to stop him.
"I am afraid not. This is all me."
"Can you tell me why, and why so suddenly? You were a cool father just before the trip. What could have happened—or had this started earlier?"
"I was the one who killed the original Guardians."
"Again, no mind control??? You can lie, you know."
"No. There is no mind control."
Sigh. "Alright then. Are you going to tell me why?"
"Yeah. Time I really tell you where you come from… I do come from Viltrum, but it is not the planet I told you about."
He then went on to tell me how an entire planet of superhumans went and chose to kill each other to make a unified society. He said their population was cut in half, but what emerged from the massacre was unstoppable. And somehow that made it better???
He then told me this was long before he was born, and that means he is probably just indoctrinated. That makes this so much harder to deal with. If he were just all "haha, look at me, I am evil," it would have been easier to deal with. But now it has become my species against yours, and in that type of fight, there really is no right side. Everyone has their reasons.
Not that it means I will allow him to conquer Earth—or even fight him here.
He then went on to tell me that the Viltrum army was the strongest in the galaxy, and instead of that being enough, they wanted to make it the only army in the galaxy. That is so greedy. There is literally no reason to fight on the galactic level. All resources become commonplace, so why in hell would they decide to do this? If they wanted territory, there is literally an ever-expanding, nigh-infinite three-dimensional territory, and I am sure most of those planets would have been empty.
But he did not tell me why the Viltrum Empire wanted to be the only army—just that they did. They took over thousands of planets with sentient species on them, and I don't know how many without. He told me that some resisted, although they could not do that for too long. But at some point, they realized the galaxy was just too big, and expanding like that thinned their forces. So they made a new plan: some of the most trusted Viltrumites would be chosen, and they would be sent alone to a planet to weaken its defence--and that he was one of the lucky few.
He said he could not tell Mom about this. Well, of course, you can't tell a human that you are an alien here to conquer and enslave humanity.
"And now we need to get Earth ready to join the Viltrum Empire."
I just kept staring at him.
"Mark, this is not a bad thing. It is our purpose—our mission to fulfill."
It is just sad to see him now. That is not the father I knew for five months. He kept going.
"I could not tell you until I was sure you were a Viltrumite—until you had gotten your powers."
"So if I did not get my powers, you would just kill me like you are going to do to so many that will resist?" I take a breath. "What about Mom? All the time you spent with her—they can't all be a lie. I don't think you are that good a liar. I am sure you love us."
He looked down for a moment, only to make an angry face and say to me,
"Do you have any idea how long we live? The older we get, the slower we age. You will live for thousands of years. Do you understand what that means? Everyone you know and love will be gone before you look thirty. This is not your world; it is theirs. But we can help them. Advance them centuries. Stop wars. We have already begun. All we now have to do is welcome Earth to the Viltrum Empire."
"I don't give a fuck if they only live a few decades. And the fact that you think a few millennia is impressive is even more of a joke. I will live for millions, if not billions, of years.
My lifespan is measured by how many stars are born and die, not by how many times a rock revolves around them.
In the end, after a billion years, William—my human friend who will live for a few decades—will mean the same as you, who has lived a hundred thousand or a million years.
I don't care if they live for a moment or for eternity. I will measure their worth by the present.
And with how you have described Viltrum, humanity stands far above you."
He then tells me this is the only way, and we should work together.
"You know, one hundred percent, I am not agreeing to that. As sad as it is—you were a good father, and you can't be both a good father and a planet-conquering tyrant. So I guess you will have to make your decision.
Please choose me—your son—and Mom—your wife—over this so-called perfect utopia. I am sure if you say it, she will let you back in the house. Maybe a few years of therapy, and of course, you are going to sleep on the couch for a yet undetermined amount of time. But please—and I am begging—don't make me kill you.
Because if the choice is my friends, my family, and my species over a perfect utopia—then that is a sure bet."
"We have a responsibility to Viltrum."
"What fucking responsibility are you talking about? I don't know anyone from Viltrum! Why the hell would I choose them over humanity?"
"I can't let you interfere."
"Before any of the fighting begins, I want to say something.
If I, Mom, and random stranger A, halfway across the planet, who made you smile, were not enough for you to choose us over Viltrum, then I will make the decision even easier for you.
If you kill a single innocent civilian, I will hunt you—and every Viltrumite in the galaxy—to extinction.
You think living for a few thousand years is impressive? The universe would grow cold before I do. I promise you this:
Killing a single human will destroy your very species.
Now, if, after all that, you choose not humanity, not Viltrum, but your own ego—and start to fly down—I am carrying you into the sun.
I will be the only one that comes out of it."
That stopped him for a while.
"I am sorry, but I can't let you stop me."
He then flies through me the exact same way he punched through me when we did our training on Mount Everest. But this body is not my strongest. For the past two weeks, I have been fighting against Battle Beast again and again. Sure, he was able to rip me apart, but I did keep coming back stronger and stronger. He was overjoyed the entire time, so win-win?
The thing is, this body did not suffer any injuries at that time—at least not the type that required regeneration—so it is definitely lacking in the durability area. That is, until I made a new clone. This one has the same capability as the one facing Battle Beast in a jungle, on nearly equal footing.
I flew directly to him. I think he thought he was going to stop me with his palm, but it did not go according to what he thought.
I picked him up by his stomach and started to fly to the sky. He was distracted for a moment, but then he started to resist. The reason he can't beat me is not that I was stronger; I was getting there, but I was not there yet. It was because I was just a bit weaker than he and could make as many clones as I wanted.
I made another one, and this one thunderclapped his ears to disorient him. Viltrumites were really just far stronger humans. I made another one and made it hold his legs tightly. So now there were three of me—one covering his eyes and ears, the second covering his stomach, and the other making sure the second does not get ripped apart by the legs.
It really did not take that long. Not just the massive increase in speed I had from fighting Battle Beast, but also not needing to hold back like I would need to if I were on a planet with an atmosphere on it. So I pushed him to the moon, although that might have resulted in him no longer being able to change his beliefs, since we can no longer talk. Although damaging his eardrums might have already done that, even if it was not to the point of making flight impossible.
Once we arrived on the moon, I threw him farther, telling him if he wants, I will allow him to fly away.
Really, he was a good father. And I know at some point he changes for the better. And if my interaction with him were for the bad and he decides to just go to the Viltrum Empire and come back with an army, it won't be a problem to kill them all later.
I gave him as much time as he wanted, but he decided to fly towards me again. For someone supposedly old and really experienced in fights, he just made a rash move. Maybe damaging his eardrums did him worse than I thought.
He managed to punch and rip the arm off one of my bodies, only for me to use the other to punch him on the head again and again until he decided to retreat. And just to make him give up faster, I regenerated any of the damage he made in an instant.
He really should not be surprised by my regeneration. At this point in our training, he has ripped my arms, legs, and heart and sometimes even destroyed my head. He does not like doing that. Maybe he thinks that is coming close to killing. But this time, even if he was a little surprised by my regeneration, he was mostly pissed.
So he went with causing pain—ripping my eyeballs and destroying my actual balls. Is he thinking that it is okay because I won't be doing the same to him? Well, I know even if I do some damage, he will come back without a scar, even if it would take him months and not microseconds… The scrub.
So I started to do the same—fight dirty. I made sure not to damage his head, since he will need it for navigation, but the rest is up for grabs. I ripped skin off and broke bones. Nothing on the level of incapacitating him, but enough to make sure he gives up.
By the time we were done, he was lying on moon rock, and I was floating, looking like I did not break a sweat. He started laughing, or maybe coughing really weirdly? I was not able to hear him. His pain tolerance is amazing. I have Invictus—what is his excuse? There is practically no bone I did not break, he is skinless, and I have ripped out his tongue—and he is here laughing?
I made a gesture telling him to leave, and I was just going to throw him far into space. He will be able to find some planet or rock to sleep on until he heals and then be someone else's problem. I was a little worried if this would be our final goodbye. But if it has to be, let it be. I can't have him staying on Earth, where he might just wake up and kill everyone around him before I can stop him.
So, although I was worried he could die in empty space if he did not find someplace to rest, I did remember that Viltrumites have natural FTL capability. I am sure I can't do that, at least if it does not turn out to be some convenience my patron added, like the flight. I am not testing it now anyway.
I mouthed to him that I would now throw him away, and he should just not come back. I don't care where I throw him. I am almost sure at this point my patron will make sure the backbones of the Invincible storyline happen.
I am just here to make sure so many people don't die. Like what happened with the New Guardians and that new enemy that came and disappeared out of nowhere, maybe to give them combat experience or teach them how to be a team, I'm not sure.
When that was over with and I had made sure Nolan had left the Sol system, I went back down to the moon, this time just to sit down and let my loss set in. I had stopped my fight with Battle Beast. I told him the clone is going to be incapacitated for a while now, and just to keep the body part that remains safe until I decide to regenerate it, if he wants to keep the fight going, or just to eat it if he wants to give up.
Of course, saying that meant the only way to destroy that finger would be by letting it disintegrate. There is no way he would let it get damaged. Without Invictus activated, let alone making a clone, keeping a finger from disintegrating was all I could do. But I really need to come out of Invictus. It has been two weeks since it has been continuously active. I wanted a break from normalcy.
After telling him that, I decided to turn off Invictus—and fuck, I just lost my father. Even with all the preparation of calling him Nolan and Omni-Man in my head, now he could be gone forever. And then there is Mom, who is even more devastated.
As for the world, seeing Omni-Man kill the Immortal would probably cause chaos. But I can't think about that now. I am sure the GDA and other heroes can handle it. I just want to cry and miss my dad in peace.
I spent the next few hours just crying and letting loose my emotions on the moon—specifically the dark side, to make sure I am not making any noticeable damage to the visible part of the moon. After I was done, I went back to Earth and went straight to the GDA. If the world wants to know what is going on, they can ask after I make sure my mom is safe.
When I arrived at the Pentagon, there were weapons pointed at me, but soon they were put down. I saw Cecil teleport out and walk towards me.
"Look, Cecil, if you want to ask questions, I get that. But it will only happen after I talk with Mom and make sure she is alright. So let's just go there first, please."
It was not really a request, but I wanted to be polite, and he allowed it. So we went back to that elevator. And honestly, the worst part was the wait, even if it was short.
"Oh, Mark, are you alright? I know you regenerate, but still…"
My mom, who was married to Omni-Man and was able to make him sleep on the sofa when he fucked up, looked so small and hurt. All because of him. I wanted to go back and hit him harder. But I just hugged her and said,
"Don't worry, Mom. I am fine. As for Dad—he's alive. But I threw him into deep space. I know there's a good chance he'll survive, but I don't think he'll be coming back any time soon."
After that, we sat together in the nearest chair, and we just cried on each other's shoulders. I thought I had already finished crying, but seeing her cry just made me bawl too.
Cecil did the smart thing and teleported out the moment we started to hug.
After a while, she ended up sleeping on my shoulder, and I did not want to leave her. So I activated Invictus again and made a clone to do the talking with Cecil. I went out of the waiting room as the clone. I say clone, but with Invictus activated, I am one mind. So it is a hive mind—not a shadow clone. But I don't plan on using it like a hive mind, so I'm happy with everyone thinking they're just clones willing to listen to me.
Anyway, the moment I left the waiting room and turned toward the hallway door, Cecil teleported in front of me.
"Okay, I get you have questions, so shoot. I am at your service."
"First, since when can you actually make clones? You said your power was regeneration and an increase in physical capabilities when you get damaged."
"My regeneration power is controlled by me. It is not automatic, so I can make a clone by cutting a finger off and making it regenerate into a full body."
"I see. Okay then. What happened in the fight?"
"I'm sure you have recordings of what was happening when we were on Earth, but after that, I flew at him and damaged his ear because in my time in the Flaxan dimension, I discovered one of the best ways to incapacitate a Viltrumite was by attacking their ears. There's a special organ there that, when damaged, makes flight nearly impossible. I didn't do enough to destroy it—to make sure he can escape—but I did enough to disorient him. "
"There was also some type of frequency you can use to incapacitate us, but I don't know the actual frequency. You'll need to discover it. If you want to test it on me, I am willing to help you."
"I then flew him to the moon. I had wanted to tell him to just leave. The problem with that is I don't have telepathy powers, nor any tech to help me mimic it. But I did throw him far away to basically tell him to go away."
"But I guess the damage to the ear was more than I thought, because he went berserk and fought me with all he had. But I had three different bodies, each just slightly weaker than him. I did more damage to him and made sure to keep regenerating to break his will. "
"But it took a long time for him to give up. "
"When we were done with the fight, I threw him into empty space and made sure he left the solar system. After that, I just went back to the moon and let loose my emotions. And then came back here. After that—you already know."
"Why are you willing to tell us how to defeat you?"
"First of all, what I told you is not enough to defeat me. Even if you used the ear thing and managed to incapacitate me, I still have my regeneration that makes sure I can't die. And I can just run away from whatever is making the sound, only to throw rocks at it from far away."
"But anyway, I am telling you this because I don't want humanity to depend too much on me. We already know that depending on one person is just not going to work. I doubt people would even be willing to trust me for a while now—since they all probably know I am Omni-Man's son."
"And after that, I really don't want to coddle humanity. I want to see people do amazing things—like climbing Mount Everest with nothing but climbing equipment and a jacket. Like making super high-tech and using it to help. I want to see humanity reach the level of Viltrum's so-called utopia without the need for massacring half the species."
"I know humanity can do amazing things, and I want to see them. And that can't happen if I'm protecting them from everything. That is why I will not make many clones to monitor the entire planet or just stop all wars from happening."
"I will leave the management of humanity to humans who want to see it prosper. I hope that you are one of them, Cecil."
"Okay. Why did you let him escape?"
"He is my father. I didn't want to kill him."
"You could have imprisoned him. We could have learned what the Viltrum Empire is capable of."
"He was fighting and biting me even when I was breaking every bone in his body that wasn't his head. I had ripped off almost every part of his skin, and he was still laughing. Trust me, Cecil, you would not have been able to break him.
"And if we want more info on Viltrum, maybe the Coalition of Planets—Allen the Alien said he was a part of it—can help. Although I don't know how you will be able to contact them."
"Alright, alright. I will call you for more questions later. As for now, just be with your mom. As for the news—I'll take control of that."
And that was that. I am sure he'll call again to ask me to answer more questions. But I don't mind.
Now, what I really want to see is a genuine act of goodness. Maybe perform some to get me out of this depressing mood.
When I was about to get out and fly, he told me to go back and stay until he takes care of the public media. Truly, Cecil is such a joy-sucker.
The next few days were the same as the ones before the almost disaster. I turn on Invictus almost continuously to fight Battle Beast on multiple planets with a lot of different environments.
At this point, it is starting to look like he is training me instead of using me as a chew toy. He still gives me a few breaks when he wants to rest and eat. When that is happening, I am turning off Invictus and going back to a normal mind state.
Having it active for two weeks was really nice. There was nothing that could truly bother me. But turning it off showed me that I was actually starting to get some tunnel vision with doing anything to get stronger—like wanting to keep it going longer. It was nowhere near after my first few years in the Flaxan dimension, but I was showing signs of liking it.
But strength is not my goal.
It is just a means to an end—even if it is a very important part.
Anyway, I made sure to take breaks and talk to friends—even if at this point that is only Rudy, William, and Eve.
I told all of them about the whole Viltrumite thing. They were shocked, but they had a few days after seeing Omni-Man kill the Immortal, so it was nothing they couldn't handle.
I spent the next few weeks just hanging out with them—although I think that was because they were worried for me. That was nice. Rudy is trying to comfort me in his own way by showing me he made my medical stasis tech far cheaper to make and easier to acquire materials for—which should help with making it more accessible. And honestly, it was amazing.
That is what I want to see more of—innovation and advancement.
It was also nice to see him grow—to show more emotions—even if he had to grow younger to do it. Heheheh.
One day, when I was in my home just watching TV--I was still not allowed to do heroics because people would definitely swarm me--I got a call from Cecil telling me something was coming to Earth really fast and that he wanted me to go check it out.
I was already dressed before he finished talking, and was in outer space a few seconds later.
I was preparing for whatever it was to come at me. I was also worried it was Nolan with a few more Viltrumites, so I had made multiple clones to make sure they don't get past me and destroy the planet—only to come face to face with the alien known as Allen.
He was terrified; it turns out he had told his bosses he was going to the wrong planet and that he went to planet Earth, and they all said it was a planet with a Viltrumite on it.
I was ready to fight multiple Viltrumites. I had more than a dozen clones ready. But when he started talking, I made all but one disintegrate.
I then prepared rocks for us to sit on the moon, and I told him my story.
He was not expecting me to be anywhere near strong enough to fight a Viltrumite—let alone overpower one to such an extent.
I did not have trouble with letting him leave. He said the Coalition of Planets would want to know about me—someone capable of fighting and defeating a Viltrumite.
I told him I am willing to help but also leave some way to contact the Coalition from our side. My planet would probably like to contact them. Well, I guess that means I got Cecil his contact info.
He then tells me the Viltrumites will come at me because there's no way they can allow such an insult to live. But I told him I can handle myself. He said he hopes so.
And as for the contact info—he will have to get in contact with his bosses. But there is no way they would reject working with me if what I said was the truth.