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11 DAYS AFTER DOOM'S DAY
The coronation had been splendid. The entire population of Latveria surrounded Castle Doom in rapturous exaltation for their most gracious Lord. Doom looked down from the balcony at the jubilation. His people deserved to share in his victory; a just reward for their faith throughout their many hardships. Doomstadt had been quickly rebuilt by his robotic servants, though the healing from the loss of life was slower. He had personally written letters of condolence and comfort to the next of kin of those who had died in the attack. Such work had taken him the better part of a week.
The rest of his time had been spent reordering the world.
The world leaders had come around quickly enough, after a small demonstration of his power reduced Germany to a pre-electrical state for several hours. Their will to resist was thoroughly broken by Skrull occupation, and such people were happy to merely survive another transition of power. Besides that, insurgencies, militias, and other groups all of the world were loyal to him after having 'fought' at his side for their liberation; a simple word would see the noncompliant violently removed.
The Skrulls had fallen in line as well. With the capitulation of their Queen, and the knowledge that Doom offered mercy or annihilation, they accepted the nature of things. A non-insignificant number of die-hard loyalists to Queen Veranke had settled in the countryside of Latveria, and they were in attendance as well.
The balancing had been delicate between the two species, but with Doom's absolute control over the various fundamentals of modern and space faring civilization, little could be done to oppose his will in this regard.
During his coronation, he ensured that his new Imperatrix received the same ritual and observance as he did, rather than the traditional simplified style for a consort. The only difference was that he crowned himself, taking the proffered crown from the kneeling Queen Veranke, before she was crowned as Empress.
A few camera drones hovered around the balcony, broadcasting the new ruling pair to the world. Viewership was mandatory, but who would choose to not witness the most momentous event in history?
Doom raised a hand, both as a salute to his people, and to indicate his desire for silence. The Latverians obliged him, and he waited a moment before beginning his throne speech.
"This day is a glorious one, for all peoples of this Earth. At last, the long night of our history has come to end, and we step forward into the dawn of a new Imperium. Through fire and war, we have emerged unified. No longer will the petty deliriums of race, or creed, or species, or nation divide us; We shall not tolerate it.
Many of you are fearful. This is good. It has been said that 'fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.' Those words were written by men who could only imagine a heavenly kingdom in the next world.
I say unto you, most assuredly, fear of your Lord Doom, and his Laws, shall lead you to wisdom. No more shall you be guided by greed, envy, or base appetites.
As you learn to avoid evil, you will come to understanding.
Only the unrighteous need fear the Law. The deceiver, the murderer, and the thief will come to know both fear and Our Retribution.
Only the historically illiterate would believe that the trials we have faced are unique to our period in time. Civilizations have conquered and been conquered in turn; our world is drenched with blood to the bedrock in an unbroken cycle of death and violence.
At last, we have chosen a unique response to this challenge; we have been shown that the primitive organization of sovereign states is insufficient to weather the wider threats of the universe. These armed encampments of millions were as easy prey to a star-nation as the tribal societies were to the Empire of the British.
So too have we seen how easily the schisms in the body social are turned against us. These struggles are mere reflections of the schisms in men's souls, exasperated by the cruel and profane political constructions of our day. The ancients knew of this, but as always, mankind rebels against wisdom.
No more.
I, Emperor Victor Von Doom the First, swear thusly: that I shall guide mankind, until such a day as you are ready to govern yourselves. No more shall you be forced to kneel to idols, for thou shall knee only to the Throne, as We kneel at the altar of Truth.
Doom's Will be done."