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EMPEROR'S ADVISOR ;; In which you're an unknown being that stays beside Thragg, the emperor of Viltrum. Short fic/ROM.

04.12.25 Masterlist

The Viltrumites prided themselves on their superiority—on the strength that defined their very existence, the bloodlines that shaped the universe in their image. And yet, there was one exception.

An anomaly. A secret. A being that existed outside of their rigid hierarchy, whose very presence defied all logic and understanding.

You.

No one knew where you came from. No one even knew what you truly were. You had no origin, no history, no biological markers that could be traced back to any species. You simply were. And for the past one hundred and fifty years, you had remained a ghost tethered to the most powerful man in the Viltrum Empire—Grand Regent Thragg.

The first time Thragg encountered you, he had tried to kill you. It had been instinct, a reflexive response to something so unnatural, so entirely beyond the scope of what a living thing should be. But you didn’t die. In fact, you had barely reacted.

"That tickled."

It infuriated Thragg. And yet, over time, you lingered. You did not demand nor beg for a place within the empire. You simply appeared when you pleased, and disappeared when you grew bored, and—most frustratingly—found amusement in staying close to Thragg.

If it had been anyone else, Thragg would have obliterated them without hesitation. But you were useful.

You possessed knowledge no one should have, an understanding of the universe that even the Viltrumites, in all their conquest, could not grasp. You whispered secrets of unseen threats, provided information that turned tides in war before battles even began. You had no allegiance, no ambition, yet you aided Thragg as though it were mere entertainment.

And so, begrudgingly, the emperor allowed you to remain.

It was an unspoken rule among the Viltrumites—you were untouchable. You were not one of them, but you were not beneath them either. A paradox. A ghost. A presence that sat comfortably on the arm of Thragg’s throne, head resting lazily on a hand, legs swinging in complete ease.

"If I didn’t know better, I’d say you enjoy my company," You mused once, watching Thragg from where you were perched.

"You are a necessary nuisance," Thragg had replied without looking up.

"Mmm. I think you’d miss me if I disappeared for too long."

Thragg had scoffed. But when you actually vanished for an entire decade, the irritation that followed his absence was undeniable.

And when you reappeared, slipping back into your usual place as though nothing had changed, Thragg said nothing. He only glanced at you once, sharp and assessing. You only smiled.

"Miss me?"

"Get off my throne."

"You don’t mean that."

Thragg sighed. He really didn’t.

And so the years continued.

The Viltrumites knew no equal. No rival. No threat that could shake their reign.

Except, perhaps, for the quiet, nameless being that sat beside their emperor.

And the emperor, in all his might, never told you otherwise.

The grand hall was eerily silent, save for the deep, rhythmic breaths of the Viltrumite Emperor. Thragg sat upon his massive throne, posture as regal as ever, his gaze set forward with the weight of a ruler who knew no equal. Yet, despite his commanding presence, there was a peculiar sight—an anomaly draped across him like an afterthought.

You sat on the arm of the throne, your legs casually swung over Thragg’s broad thighs as if the emperor’s lap was nothing more than an extension of your seat. Your fingers idly traced unseen patterns against the metal of the throne, eyes flickering with quiet amusement.

“I must say,” you mused, breaking the silence, “it’s been rather dull lately. No wars worth watching, no uprisings—” Your lips curled into a knowing smirk. “Your empire is too stable.”

Thragg let out a slow breath through his nose, unimpressed. “That is not a flaw.”

You chuckled. “For you, maybe.”

Before Thragg could respond, the heavy doors to the throne room were pushed open with force. A Viltrumite general strode in, fists clenched, armor slightly dented as if he had come straight from battle. He approached the throne and swiftly got down on one knee, his eyes momentarily flickering toward the figure draped across his emperor before looking down at his own feet. Minding your business is a given, considering it’s the man who controls the strongest army in the universe.

You stared at him for a few seconds, unblinking. And then you let out a quiet “oh”, briefly remembering him as a newer general in comparison to the rest. You’ve rarely seen his face and you didn’t even know his name. He hasn’t made fame for himself just yet, but he’s been sent out like a lapdog, delivering messages and such. 

“Grand Regent,” the general began, voice firm, “we have a situation. One of our own—General Var’kon—has gone missing. It is possible he has betrayed the Empire.”

Var’kon was someone you completely forgot existed, he was sent on a long mission and you haven’t seen him in twenty years. He wasn’t anything in particular, but has a good track record from what you recalled.

Thragg didn’t even look at his general. He barely reacted at all, his only response being a slow wave of his hand, dismissing the concern entirely. “Then find him.”

The general hesitated. “If he has turned traitor, we must act swiftly before—”

Another dismissive wave. “Go.”

It was unlikely he turned traitor, but the idea made Thragg’s blood pressure rise.

The general stiffened before nodding. Without another word, he turned and left, his urgency unmet by his ruler. He knew what would happen if he didn’t do what was ordered.

As soon as the large double doors shut behind him, you hummed in amusement. You tilted your head, eyes lidded as you leaned in slightly toward Thragg’s ear.

“He didn’t betray you,” you murmured in his ear, your voice carrying an unsettling calm. “He was defeated.”

Thragg’s gaze finally flicked toward you, intrigued but unsurprised. “Who?”

You smiled. “A passing warlord. One who didn’t know any better.” You shifted, resting your chin against your palm. “I’d say the body is floating somewhere in the debris belt of the fourth sector.”

Thragg allowed a moment of silence to pass, processing the information without the need for further investigation. That was one of the benefits of your presence—there were no drawn-out searches, no need for spies or informants. The knowledge was simply there, handed to him effortlessly.

“Hm,” Thragg grunted. “A waste.”

You hummed in agreement, idly kicking your feet. “Such is the fate of the weak.”

Neither of you spoke for a while after that, the conversation drifting into the quiet comfort of knowing exactly how the universe would bend to your will.

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