Shades of Green: Heart of the Monster- Chapter 1

Shades of Green: Heart of the Monster

Chapter One- The Arrival of Cousin Jen


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Avengers Mansion

The Entrance


Janet Van Dyne quickly made her way to the door, curious as to who the visitor could be after she had been informed of the arrival of the visitor by JARVIS, the artificial intelligence system that was intergrated into the mansion by Tony Stark himself. She had just changed out of her Avengers attire and into her normal, more comfortable clothing which consisted of a raven-black & gold short-sleeve t-shirt and a pair of khaki pants when JARVIS announced the presence of their unexpected guest. Once JARVIS had informed her, Janet rushed down the staris at a speed that seemed almost impossible, even for someone as fast & agile as she was. Coming to a stop directly in front of the doors, Janet made sure to smooth out her clothing, wanting to look her best as always when greeting a guest.

Releasing a light sigh, Janet reached out with her right hand and opened the door to reveal the unexpected visitor. When she looked upon the visitor, her violet-blue eyes became wide as she looked up at the towering individual, a smile of pure joy and utter disbelief gracing her lovely features. Out of all the people, heroic or villainous, Janet never expected her to show up on the front doorstep of Avengers Mansion on this day. Nevertheless, her she was, standing right in front of Janet.

Standing at the entrance was a lovely seven-foot tall, jade-skinned female who was currently wearing a purple short-sleeve t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Her hair was long and green-black in color, easily passing her shoulder blades, the light breeze causing it to sway ever so slightly. Her beautiful and alluring eyes, like her green skin, was an exotic emerald green in color. Her body was muscular and athletic, yet still remaining largely feminine from her long legs to her well-developed bosom to her lovely model-like facial features. There was no doubt that she was all woman, capable of causing most men to fall in love with her with just a mere glance.

Her name is Jennifer Walters, beloved cousin to Bruce Banner, who is otherwise known to the hero community as the sensational She-Hulk! She's the closest family member, and quite arguably, one of the closest people to Bruce Banner, their relationship more like that of brother and sister than cousins. They were as close as two family members could be, each willing to go to great lengths to protect one another from harm. She would always protect Bruce and Hulk, she would always be there for him when he needed her, her loyalty much like that of a certain other pale green-skinned beauty who was close to both Bruce Banner and the Hulk.

"Jen! It's so great to see you!", Janet exclaimed cheerfully, rushing forward and embracing the larger jade-skinned woman with her arms.

"It's good to see you, too, Janet.", Jen replied with a light chuckle, her muscular feminine arms wrapping around the frame of the smaller brunette, giving her a light affectionate squeeze while controling her formidable physical strength.

After several moments, Janet broke the affectionate hug and proceeded to invite Jen in the mansion, making sure to close the front doors before moving on. They walked down the halls together, their individual footsteps signaling their approach to any who would be near, if there was anyone near, that is. It was quiet for a brief moment, but it soon ended when Janet began the conversation, as if she knew that Jen wanted to know what was happening around the mansion since their last phone conversation a couple of weeks ago.

"So, when did you arrive in New York? This morning?", Janet asked as she continued to walk beside the Jade Giantess.

"Last night, actually. I spent the night at one of those luxury hotels. The service was good, but the bed I was sleeping on was great. It's been quite a while since I slept so comfortably in a bed. It almost felt like I was sleeping on air. The only bad thing was that I just had to run into some creeps who tried the hold up some nearby establishment this morning. Don't worry, I took care of it. I figured I might as well handle it, especially with all the trouble you guys have been dealing with for the past several months.", Jen answered, giving the brunette a quick wink with her left eye.

"Thanks. But, yeah, I guess we've been pretty busy lately. Fighting villains, fighting aliens and monsters, saving the world, saving the universe, and all that stuff. It's never easy being a hero, but it can be exciting and quite fun from time to time, if you know what I mean.", Janet responded, remembering all the numerous threats that the team has dealt with over the pass couple of months.

"Speaking of which, I hate to ask, but where is everybody?", Jen inquired, her jade eyes looking around for any signs of the other Avengers only to find that there was no one within sight.

"Hank is down in the lab. Steve, Tony, Clint and T'Challa are away on SHIELD business. I think Thor went to see Jane... or maybe he was going to visit Asgard? Anyways, that's where they all went. I'm sure they'll be back eventually.", Janet informed, her tone calm and optimistic as usual.

"What about Bruce?", Jen asked, curious as to the whereabouts of her beloved cousin.

"Oh, Bruce isn't present, but Hulk is down in the training room.", Janet answered with a smile.

"Doing what?", Jen asked, raising a questioning eyebrow as she looked at the petite brunette.

"Training with Sheena.", Janet said in reply to her question.

"Oh, I see. What kind of training?", Jen probed, a sly and teasing smirk gracing her features.

"Not the kind that you're thinking of, Jen, so get your mind out of the gutter! Hulk's training her so that she knows how to defend herself just in case she has a run-in with that evil Red She-Hulk we fought against a couple of months ago.", Janet explained, shivering every so slightly at the mere thought of being transformed into a crazed She-Hulk herself during those events.

"Oh, now I remember. You told me all about that on one of our chats over the phone a few weeks ago. Do you know who this Red She Hulk is, Jan?", Jen asked, her mind wondering who the identity of this new She-Hulk could be.

"Not a clue. All we know is that she's crazy, strong, psychotic, vicious, and that she hates Hulk & Sheena with a passion. I mean, from what Sheena and Hulk told us, she wants them both dead... especially Sheena. I'm telling you, Jen, whoever she is, she's insane and dangerous! She needs to be locked up and contained. Problem is... we haven't been able to locate her. In fact, we haven't seen her since we last fought The Leader in Washington, D.C.", Janet explained further, finding herself puzzled as to how the Red She-Hulk could avoid detection for so long.

"Don't worry, Janet. Sooner or later, she'll turn up. And once she does, I promise you that I personally plan on taking her down... permanently! Nobody threatens my cousin and gets away with it!", Jen assured, clenching her right hand into a fist before smashing it against the palm of her left hand.

Then suddenly...

KRAKOOOOOM!

The entire mansion shook, the very earth itself quaking from an impact that was the equivalent to an earthquake! She-Hulk and Wasp staggered for several moments, managing to keep their balance until the quakes eventually subsided. Getting into a fighting stance, She-Hulk clenched her hands into fist as she awaited the arrival of any enemies that may have attacked the mansion. After several tense seconds, she was surprised to find out that there wasn't any invading forces of any kind, causing her to relax ever so slightly as she arched an eyebrow at Wasp.

"Okay, what was that?", She-Hulk demanded, her tone wanting an answer now.

"Relax, Jen. It's just Hulk smashin' the training room.", Wasp answered with a giggle.

"Should have known.", She-Hulk chuckled in amusement, slightly embarrassed that she could so easily mistake her cousin's smashing for an attack on the mansion.

"It's okay. That one was mild compared to what Hulk normally dishes out. He usually smashes with a lot more force when he's training with Sheena. He doesn't hurt her, not much anyway, but he still expects her to give him everything she's got. If you ask me, I think they're both closet masochists. But don't tell them I said that.", Wasp responded, shrugging her shoulders ever so slightly as she continued to walk onward with the Jade Giantess by her side.

"That reminds me. I'm gonna have myself a little one-on-one talk with Ms. Sheena Elizabeth Goh. There's some things that I need to know, some things that need to be answered.", She-Hulk

"Jen, can you please take it easy on her? Yeah, she's had a troubled past, but she's a good person. She's one of my closest friends, like the sister I've always wanted. Not to mention the fact that Bruce and Hulk love her... and she loves them. Would it be so bad for you to cut her some slack? If not for Sheena, then at least do it for Bruce & Hulk, Jen.", Janet pleaded, trying to reason with the super heroine/female lawyer.

"I know what I'm doing, Janet. I just want to talk to her. That's all. As for cutting her any slack? Not gonna happen. This involves my cousin, the one family member that I'm the closest to and one of the people that I love the most, therefore I'm going to be quite blunt and straightforward with her. When it concerns family, when it concerns either Bruce or the Hulk, I'm always going to be there for them. He was always there for me, always there to save my life and to protect me, and I'm gonna do the same for him. In other words... if Ms. Goh, Sheena, Shego, or whatever she calls herself says something I don't like or has intentions of harming my cousin, she's gonna have to be deal with me!", Jennifer Walters stated, her tone as serious as the look in her emerald eyes.


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The Dark Side of the Moon

The Imperial Warship of The Troyjan Empire


Sitting in his metallic throne within the massive warship was the mighty alien Warlord known as Lord Armageddon, leader of the Troyjan Empire. The Warlord was silent as he remained deep in his own thoughts, but even in silence, Armageddon's very presence was intimidating enough to send fear into the hearts of even the bravest of warriors. His cold and emotionless eyes glowed with cosmic energy, seemingly in a trance as he stared at nothing in particular, his fearsome spiked helmet resting on his head to cover his hair that was as long and white as Odin's own.

His tall and muscular physique rivaled the Hulk's own, each muscle bulging under his azure, crimson and silver royal clothing as his long blood-red cloak covered the gleaming silver armor that adorned his shoulders and ran down past the edge of the throne's steps. Truly, despite his ancient age, Lord Armageddon was still at the peek of power and quite capable of defending himself against even the most powerful of enemies. Not only did the Warlord of the Troyjan possess great strength and equally great durability & endurance, but also the ability to absorb, channel, manipulate and unleash cosmic energy and various other forms of energy either by using the massive cannon that engulfed his right forearm or however he desired to unleash the energy. The cannon that engulfed his right forearm could not only release the energy, but also increase the power of the energy's release, capable of short powerful blasts, concussive stun blasts, or unleashing it in a powerful stream of destructive force.

Suddenly, Lord Armageddon looked down at the cannon that engulfed his right forearm, staring at it for a few brief moments. Then, without warning, the cannon began to transform, the mechanisms within the unique and highly advanced Troyjan technology allowing the Warlord's weapon to become a metal hand gauntlet. Lord Armageddon proceeded to close his eyes and rest his entwined fists under his chin which supported a long white goatee, his mind recalling the events that took place years ago.

He could never forget how his son wished to marry a female from Earth, a beautiful warrior woman named Atalanta, who was a member of a secret organization known as the Pantheon, who had a connection with the Troyjan Empire that went back centuries. Never could Lord Armageddon have foreseen that the Hulk and the Silver Surfer would journey to rescue Atalanta, nor did he ever expect that on that day that the Hulk would become his greatest and most hated enemy. It was the events that followed afterwards that would eventually lead to his son's untimely death. Had it really been so long ago that his son, the mighty Trauma, met his demise at the hands of the Hulk?

Lord Armageddon would never forget that day, for it was on that very day that he lost his beloved son and the only heir to the throne. The mere thought of that day, the memory of holding his dying son in his arms, still haunted him. It was one of two events that actually managed to cause sadness and grief to enter the Warlord's heart, the emotional pain far greater than any physical pain that he has ever endured. He was a conquerer of worlds, galaxies, and entire solar systems, the undisputed ruler of quite possibly the mightiest alien empire in the Universe. Yet, despite all the power and everything he possessed, it didn't ease the rage and sorrow that consumed his heart & soul. In his mind, Lord Armageddon had everything, and yet nothing at all.

No parent should watch as their child dies in their arms as they look on helplessly. No parent should ever have to bury their child. For there is nothing more painful than losing those that you love.


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Several Years Ago

Deep Space in a Galaxy Far From Earth

The Starport of The Troyjan Empire


Within the Throne Room, a battle of cosmic proportions was taking place between the immensely powerful Warlord of the Troyjan Empire, Lord Armageddon, and the mightiest herald of Galactus, The Silver Surfer. The conflict between the two cosmic titans shook the very starport itself, as if it were reeling from each of their cosmic energy blasts. However, it would appear that both the Silver Surfer and Lord Armageddon were evenly matched, with neither willing to back down to the other. The battle would only end when one of these cosmic powerhouses fell, leaving only one to stand as the victor of this conflict.

"Beg to be spared, Surfer!", Lord Armageddon snarled, unleashing a powerful blast of cosmic energy from his eyes.

"Spared your arrogance, perhaps, Armageddon, but nothing else!", Silver Surfer retorted, dodging the blast before unleashing two powerful streams of cosmic energy from his hands.

The two blast of cosmic energy slam against Lord Armageddon, sending him backwards until he forced himself to come to a stop. Looking to take advantage, the Silver Surfer powers himself up with the cosmic energies that were bestowed upon him by Galactus, hoping to finish off Armageddon before he could recover. Speeding forward atop the silver board that he used to explore the vast cosmos, his entire form glowing with the Power Cosmic, the Silver Surfer prepared to unleash one of his most powerful offensive attacks on the Troyjan Warlord in hopes of ending the conflict.

Suddenly, just as he was about to unleash his power, Lord Armageddon unleashs a powerful blast of cosmic energy from the massive cannon that adorned. The force of the blast smashes into the Surfer, knocking him off his board as the cosmic energies consume his metallic-like silver flesh, causing him to unleash a shrill cry of pain, something that the Sentinel of the Spaceways has rarely felt. The force of the powerful release of cosmic energy sends the Silver Surfer crashing across the Throne Room, his body tearing the metal from the very floorings before his body smashed against the far side of the wall. Falling down to his hands and knees, the Surfer raises his gaze to see the sinister smile that had formed on the Warlord's face, his teeth bared in a savage snarl as he advanced towards the herald of Galactus.

"Foolish creature! It doesn't matter how powerful you become, nor how much energy you unleash, because it will only serve in making me stronger... and soon it will result in your own demise!", Lord Armageddon snarled, unleashing another powerful blast of cosmic energy from his right forearm mounted cannon.

Just as Armageddon unleashes the stream of energy from his cannon, the Silver Surfer unleashes the power cosmic from his hands, the two energies slamming into one another. The two powerful streams of cosmic energy interlocked, each battling for dominance as they pushed against one another in attempt to overpower the opposing energy of each cosmic titan. However, it was soon becoming apparent that Lord Armageddon was slowly gaining the advantage, for the very energy that the Silver Surfer unleashed was merely being channeled to increase the Troyjan Warlord's own cosmic energy.

"On this day, Surfer, you will fall! Slaughtered by the vast power I possess... and that of your own power turned against you!", Lord Armageddon declared, watching as the Silver Surfer dropped down to one knee as he tried to fight on and withstand the cosmic energies that threatened to overpower him.

Suddenly, from out of nowhere, a blood curdling scream echoed throughout the entire starport. It immediately caused Lord Armageddon and the Silver Surfer to cease their battle. The Troyjan Warlord's blood ran cold, for the voice that cried out belonged to that of his son, the mighty Trauma. For the first time in ages, Armageddon felt a deep fear and an overwhelming concern enter his heart, but it was not for himself... it was fear and concern for his only surviving son. He rushed out of the Throne Room, leaving the Silver Surfer alone to recover from the battle, his mind focused only on the health and safety of his son.

"FATHER!", Trauma screamed, his hands placed over the area around his heart, trying to stop the vast amounts of blood from spilling from the deep, gaping wound.

Mortally wounded, Trauma staggered into the room, barely managing to keep himself standing. Several Tryojan warriors approached him, wanting to help him to his feet. Trauma glared at the approaching warriors, the muscles of his massive form tensing up in to an aggressive stance as he bared his teeth in a savage snarl. He was a warrior, who wanted nor needed help to stand even in his last moments of life, and thus he would die on his own feet like a true warrior!

"Stay back! Stay back! I will die... on my feet!", Trauma snarled, coughing up faint amounts of the dark crimson fluid as it leaked from the corners of his mouth.

It was then that the beautiful raven-haired Atalanta entered the room, dressed in a female Troyjan ceremonial wedding dress, her light green eyes filled with sorrow and shock. She stopped dead in her tracks as her eyes remained solely on Trauma, seemingly unaware that Hulk entered the room, followed by Lord Armageddon and eventually the Silver Surfer. Slowly, Trauma approached her, coming to a stop directly in front of her before falling down on his knees.

"Atalanta... I... I only loved you. Is that a crime... to die for?", Trauma asked, reaching out with his right hand and gently grasping her tiny left hand with his massive paw, his golden eyes looking directly in to her own light green eyes.

Despite all that Trauma had done, from hunting her for years and nearly killing her on several occassions to kidnapping her and forcing her to marry him, Atalanta didn't hate him. She couldn't find it in herself to hate Trauma, no matter what he had done. He merely loved her and wanted her affection, and for that she could never hate him. Was that a crime to die for? Was his love for her a crime? Atalanta didn't, for love is not a crime, and it was something that she could never hate him for.

"No. You... shouldn't have to die for that.", Atalanta answered, reaching out to gently caress Trauma's cheek with her right hand, a single tear falling from her left eye.

"Nicest thing... you ever said... to me.", Trauma chuckled with a weak smile, causing her to smile in response despite the tears that began to fall from her eyes.

"I'm not... evil, you know... just proud.", Trauma stated as he caressed her fair-skinned cheek with the index finger of his left hand, a sad frown forming on his visage as he wiped away the tears that she recently shed, trying to sooth her in the time of his passing.

"I release you. All of you. Go home... in peace.", Trauma said in a calm and gentle voice, releasing Atalanta's hand from his grasp as the life began to fade from his very eyes.

Before Atalanta could utter a response, she was pushed aside by Lord Armageddon. The Warlord of the Troyjan held his son in his arms as he got down on his knees, looking directly into Trauma's golden eyes, watching on helplessly as the life within him began to fade away. Trauma, his last surviving son and only heir to the throne, was dying... and there was nothing Lord Armageddon could do to save him.

"Father... can't hear you... can you hear me? Please... let all of them go... brought this on myself. It's all so clear now...", Trauma gasped out his final words before closing his eyes shut, his form becoming still and motionless within his father's arms.

Trauma was dead. There was nothing Lord Armageddon could do, no way to bring his son back to life. All he could do was embrace his son's motionless form tightly in his arms, resting his forehead against the forehead of his deceased offspring. Not since his wife had died during childbirth has Lord Armageddon felt such sorrow, pain, grief and rage. The emotions that he felt threatened to overwhelm him as they tore apart his heart and soul, his massive muscular body racked ever so slightly with a silent, grief-stricken sob.

"Get out. It was his last wish. Get out.", Lord Armageddon ordered, his voice just short of a whisper.

"GET OUT!", Lord Armageddon roared, his enraged voice echoing the anger and sorrow that he felt over the death of his son.

Unable to do anything else in this tragic situation, most of the indviduals from Atalanta to the Silver Surfer left the Warlord alone to mourn the loss of his son. However, one chose to stay, and that one being was none other than The Hulk. He felt guilty over Trauma's death, even if he was defending himself. He never intended to impale Trauma, to run him through with one of the armored spikes that made up the Troyjan Warrior's armor. He wanted to defeat Trauma, but he didn't want to kill him. It was an accident.

"I... I'm sorry for your loss.", Hulk said in a low tone of voice, lowering his head as he gazed at the mourning Warlord of the Troyjan.

"Save your grief for yourself. You will need it!", Lord Armageddon snarled in a low and menacing tone of voice, not even bother to spare a brief glance at the Hulk who soon departed, leaving the Warlord to mourn alone.

It was on this very day that Lord Armageddon swore vengeance against The Hulk, vowing that the Green Goliath would die by his hand. One day... he would make The Hulk pay! One day...he would take away everything and everyone that The Hulk loved! One day... Lord Armageddon would avenge his son's death!


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The Dark Side of the Moon

The Imperial Warship of The Troyjan Empire


Releasing a roar of unbridled rage, Lord Armageddon rises out of his throne, his right metallic hand transforming back into his massive cannon within mere miliseconds, and unleashes a powerful blast of cosmic energy. The powerful blast of concussive cosmic energy rips through the far off metal wall within the Throne Room of the Imperial Warship, the impact and comotion causing several Troyjan warriors to rush in the room. They look upon their enraged leader, none daring to speak out of fear that the Warlord would slaughter them with a gesture. It was only when the towering Troyjan General and the Royal Advisor Lord Vittio appeared did the tension seem to dissipate from the Throne Room.

Unlike the towering and muscular Troyjan General, whose presence commanded fear and respect, Lord Vittio was short and stout in stature, which would give most the impression that he wouldn't be considered very high in the Troyjan Monarchy. However, despite being only three feet tall, Lord Vittio commanded nearly as much respect as Lord Armageddon himself, for the miniscule Troyjan was as powerful as he was wise. Not only was Lord Vittio the Royal Advisor to Lord Armageddon, but he was also his oldest and most loyal friend, for it was Vittio himself that cared for and teached the deceased prince of the Troyjan, Trauma, while Armageddon set out to conquer all that the Universe had to offer.

"Is everything all right, my Lord?", The Troyjan General questioned, bowing his head in respect.

"Have you assembled my Armada?", Lord Armageddon demanded, his glowing eyes focusing on the high-ranking General that stood before him.

"Yes, sir. They only wait for your command, my Lord.", The Troyjan General answered, not even daring to break eye contact with the fearsome Warlord.

Lord Armageddon gave no response as he averted his eyes until they settled upon his oldest friend and most trusted advisor, Lord Vittio. It was often that Lord Armageddon listened to the wise counsel of the elderly Troyjan, especially whenever he would lead the Troyjan Empire into war... and as far as Lord Armageddon was concerned, the vengeful vendetta that he harbored for both The Hulk and Earth was indeed a war!

"Lord Vittio, I wish to speak with you, for I am in need of your wise counsel.", Lord Armageddon stated as he walked up the short flight of stairs that led to his throne.

"You may leave, General.", Lord Armageddon informed, resting himself back in to his metallic throne.

Without further ado, the General and his soldiers leave the room, leaving their Emperor and his Royal Advisor to speak alone. The General was a soldier who followed orders, especially when they came from the fearsome Emperor himself, and the last thing he wanted was to incur the wrath of Lord Armageddon. When he was a young soldier in the Troyjan Armada, he dared to defy and challenge Lord Armageddon, only to be swiftly and effortlessly beaten within an inch of his life. He still carried the vicious scars that were inflicted upon him long ago, and to this day he's never experienced any pain like that of which Armageddon was capable of causing... pain that he never wished to endure again!

Silence reigned in the Throne Room, the only sound being the light footsteps that belonged to Lord Vittio as he ascended up the steps until he reached the metallic throne that Armageddon was seated upon. If one were to compare Lord Armageddon and Lord Vittio, one would find it hard to believe that Vittio was of the Troyjan race, especially if one were to take a closer look at him. Lord Vittio was dressed in crimson-hued royal clothing, his head supporting a unique antler-like metallic helmet while a pair of red-tinted goggles covered his eyes. If it were not for his unique ability to channel & absorb cosmic energy, his khaki skintone and similar facial structure akin to his race, one would think that Lord Vittio wasn't of the Troyjan race at all.

Despite his small stature and appearance, Lord Vittio was a very wise being in his own right. Then again, one would expect that from a being who was the Royal Advisor for not only Lord Armageddon, but for Armageddon's own father who proceeded him. Indeed, Lord Vittio possessed a knowledge that few beings could comprehend, which is why Lord Armageddon considered his counsel more valuable than that of his most trusted General. In some ways, especially after Trauma's unexpected and untimely death, Lord Vittio is the only being that could be considered family to Lord Armageddon.

"What is it that you wish to discuss, my Lord?", Lord Vittio inquired, looking directly at the ruler of the Troyjan Empire as he remained seated in his throne.

"What news have you of our allies?", Lord Armageddon questioned, his tone indicating that he wanted an immediate response.

"It seems that each one has their own agenda or plan. The two-faced one has been building numerous weapons and devices, using our technology to further his purposes. The dark sorceress has been most secretive about her intentions, revealing nothing on how she intends to get revenge on The Hulk. However, she has been briefly helping the two red-skinned monsters, something involving a Negative Zone prison. That's all I know of so far, my Lord.", Lord Vittio answered in reply, rubbing his chin with right hand as he recalled the activity of the creatures that the Troyjan Empire allied themselves with in their conquest.

"Do you think that they will succeed?", Lord Armageddon asked, the deadly serious expression on his face and the look in his eyes demanding a sincere answer.

"No, I do not. They will fail. All of them.", Lord Vittio answered, his thoughts and words regarding the other villains remaining truthful and sincere.

"Good. That's exactly what I'm expecting... and it's exactly what I want! They will fulfill their purpose, and once that purpose has been fulfilled, our alliance with them will be terminated! In the end, I will conquer this world... and the Hulk will die by my hand!", Lord Armageddon proclaimed, clenching his left hand tightly into a fist before slamming in down on the metal arm of the throne.

"My Lord, if you would not mind, I would like to speak of the thoughts that are dwelling within my mind. It is only right that I speak of these matters to you.", Lord Vittio stated, his voice calm and full of wisdom.

"Very well, my old friend. Speak of the wisdom you have to offer, and I will listen.", Lord Armageddon obliged, his tone devoid of any emotion.

"I have been loyal to the Troyjan Empire for many years, since even before you were born, and thus I have seen many events take place over the years that I've lived through. When you became the emperor after your father died in battle, I have seen you bring the Troyjan Empire back from the brink of disaster and beyond, succeeding in making our race one of the most superior in all the known universe. You have gained much, yet lost just as greatly, if not even more so. Now, I don't wish to question your motives or your actions, but I cannot help but feel concerned for you. The loss of your wife left your heart and spirit broken, and the death of your last surviving son succeeded in only increasing the pain and sorrow that still dwells within your heart. Conquering this world and enslaving its people... it will not bring back your wife. And likewise, killing the Hulk... it will not bring your son back, Armageddon. No amount of vengeance or bloodshed will ever bring them back. You do know this, do you not?", Lord Vittio informed, pacing the floor until he came to a stop directly in front of the throne, his red goggle-covered eyes looking directly at the Troyjan Warlord whom he known for so many years.

"Yes, I know. And what you say is true, it will not return to me the wife and son that I have lost. However... I will not let the monster that killed my son live and go unpunished for his crime, nor the pain and anguish that he has caused me. I will take everything that he loves, everything he holds dear, everything that is precious to him... his planet, his people, his loved ones... and destroy them all right before his very eyes!", Lord Armageddon said in reply, a sinister and menacing smile forming on his features just as his eyes began to glow eerily with cosmic energy, which made his presence all the more fearsome to any who would look upon him.

Lord Vittio could only close his eyes and slowly shake his head, knowing that there was nothing he could do to dissuade Lord Armageddon from his quest for revenge. He cared about Armageddon, loved him as if he were his own son, but even he was not capable of changing Armageddon's mind once he made his final decision. Lord Vittio knew better than to argue with Armageddon, for he was the ruler of the Troyjan, and whatever he desired... he would achieve through any means! Still, he couldn't help but feel that this war would cause Lord Armageddon more harm than good when it was all over. It was one thing to go to war in the name of conquest or to protect your people, but to go to war for vengeance? In the end, however, there was nothing that Lord Vittio could do except watch on as these events unfolded right before his eyes.