Life or death.

The first 5 years of my life were meh. I ate some alien food and rarely saw my father who I now know is named thragg.

My mother doesn't speak much at all. She's only said a few words to me. All of them out of concern.

Also I forgot to mention that my skin is freaking purple. I have black hair and dark green eyes and otherwise look like a kid version of my steroid juiced dad minus the eyes and skin which I assume I inherited from my mother.

Currently, though, I'm stirring a pot full of dough around the place where my mom and I reside.

I have hundreds of siblings, as far as I know, but according to my dad, I'm the youngest.

I've never met any of my siblings, but I know my dad is going to make me fight all of my brothers because of some sick revival of the "viltrum" plan he has.

I don't remember the details, but I do know that he will make all his sons fight for something.

I doubt he will make us go to far, 'according to him I will awaken my powers soon so for now I'll just chill-' I can't finish my thoughts as while I'm stirring the batter to make myself the closest thing to cake possible the metal spoon I was using bends under the grip of my hand as I'm suddenly assaulted with a sensory overload.

Rubbing my nose to try and ease the random smells that I inhaled, a scowl graced my purple face. 'Well, that's just great. Now I have my powers. He's gonna find out and do whatever the hell he has planned.'

As if speaking of the devil, I hear a loud tear in the door, and a female Viltrumite, a good deal older than me, considering I'm 5, rips open the metal door of my house with casual disregard.

"Emperor Thragg has summoned your presence, Devo." Shaking my head in nervousness, I feel my feet leave the ground under the gaze of the older Viltrumite lady as I try and balance myself as much as possible.

Everything is so new, I can see the faintest of cracks on the walls. I can smell things that shouldn't be smelled. I can hear my mother and the older viltrumite in front of me heartbeats

"G-give me a moment miss, I'm a bit new to this- ahhh!" I can't finish as the lady grabs me by the arm and soars through the air at speeds I somehow am able to comprehend as I'm suddenly in front of my father.

F-father, how has it been?" My casual greeting is interrupted by my father raising his hand. "I know you awakened your power. It's time." He suddenly moved forward and grabbed me, flying me off.

In the blink of an eye, I'm in the atmosphere of the planet we are on, forced to float. To me, flying is awkward; it's like swimming against gravity.

As I struggle to keep upright, I notice that around me are about 50 other purple-skinned Viltrumites. They are all in their teens to early 20s, while I am only 5.

"Excellent, now that your brothers powers have come in, it is time to decide my heir. Fight to the death and whoever lives to the end wins!" My father's voice comes off like he was announcing something jovial despite the fact he just ordered his sons to kill each other.

Feeling cold sweat run down the back of my neck, I look down as I barely hold in a scream of terror. I was never a fan of heights, but I'm literally above the clouds right now.

While I'm freaking out, I hear a *clap* as my brothers immediately begin to murder each other.

As my brothers fly around me, clashing as shockwaves reign out, I hold in the puke threatening to spill from my throat.

'Why is he making us fight? Why the hell is he doing this?' hyperventilating as my brothers continue clashing, I let out a manly screech of terror as one of my siblings abruptly charges at me, his fist raised.

Hastily raising my arms up as my elder siblings fist slammed into my forearms, sending me soaring downward.

In a stroke of luck, I caught myself with my newly gained flight ability.

Ducking under another blow, I attempted to fly away, but my brother grabbed my leg and flew downwards.

My 5-year-old body jerked, and then I was thrown into something hard. My back ached a bit, but I was otherwise unharmed.

Rubbing my back as I notice the thing I was thrown into was some sort of solid cloud. Lord knows how that works, anger slowly begins flowing through my veins as I realize how pathetic I have been acting.

'Grow a fucking spine, pussy!' I slapped my two cheeks to wake myself up as I zoomed out towards my floating brother, both arms outstretched, hitting him in the gut as blood spilled from his mouth.

At that moment, I knew, everything from now on was life or death. I assumed father would have us spar a bit and get it done, but no. He wanted us to fight, to kill.

"Life or death!" I yell with resolve leaking in my tone as I fly my brother upwards with both fist buried in his gut.

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