He has crushed worlds.
Planets.
Lives have been ended by his own hand.
Yet one planet.
Has with stood his might.
Earth.
Tennyson.
He thinks darkly.
He cannot comprehend it.
How he a Chimera Sui Generis.
Was beaten by 2 mere humans.
Dark white hot rage engulths him.
When he thinks of his defeat.
From the old man.
Being strapped to a rocket.
Tennyson.
The brilliance one.
The loyal one.
The magician.
He knows what she really is.
An Anodite.
He only wonders why.
Why the boy doesnt have the spark.
Tennyson.
The hero.
The boy.
The champion.
The determined one.
Out of all of them.
He is the only he called by his first name.
For many reasons.
His fighting skills.
His hidden cunning.
His determination.
"Ben."
He says aloud.
His robots continue their tasks.
He has never before called his enemies by their individual names.
Only their clan names.
Red eyes burn with excitement.
For a part of him enjoys fighting with the boy.
No... with Ben.
Vilgax will not rest.
Will not stop.
Until Ben is dead beneath his feet.
Where he shall become apart of history.
When the history books tell of his great conquest.
They will learn of him.
And know that he alone.
Was the only being.
In the universe the universe.
To gain the Warlord's Respect.
