Villains Rising

[Freeza]

Continued from Bow the Fuck Down please note the new party member.

"No," Freeza snickered from his hovering perch, "You are the costume. I can gladly say I have seen thousands upon thousands of styles in the galaxy and yours is completely one of a kind."

His lips hatched a sinister smile that cracked upon his alien cheeks. Freeza and the creature had bonded. Perhaps this Venom could even catch a whiff of the human blood whom Freeza had also killed upon his arrival. Regardless of any of that, the alien tyrant was sure of one thing: Venom's company would not only be useful, but also incredibly fun. Their bickering banter had only so far offered the Iconic Boss a fraction of amusement.

"So Venom," the alien beckoned the new apple of his eye, "The city's this way and packed full of warm, squirming bodies. I'm sure you'll find the overgrowth of civilization sufficient enough to feed your evident blood thirst." Freeza's words slathered on in a smarmy and sadistic smile, "Ah, also, this one is mine," Freeza gestured to Serraph, who blinked several times when he was mentioned, not by name, but by number and didn't specify whether the alien with two spokes on either side of his head meant his next victim, or slave-like property piece. Maybe he had meant both. Villains, right?

"Don't worry, I've had my fill," the sable twined man's mouth parted in a grin spreading across half his face, the half- crescent accented the serrated curves of his teeth.  

The well-read Prime was still looking at Venom's slithery umbra appearance curiously. How he'd peeled back his own face, perplexed him along with how easily he'd possessed Roger. Now this guy would be hanging around them? Lord Freeza of all people wouldn't be the type to put the creature of black chaos on a leash, unless it befit him but the other alien, Zedd, just might if he said he worked for the Empire.

Freeza phased through the portal first, Serraph, finding himself defenseless against the creepy thing quickly followed in case Venom wanted a third helping of flesh. However Roger's fate had seemed to be the worst one yet.

The black symbiote freely moved to follow the two, no one had chained him or attempted to put the being on a leash, but given how the idea of a bustling city came with that of fresh ants for him to crunch under the web of his leathery stomp, the venomous villain simply couldn't quite refuse.

Freeza didn't know what tier of the city-verse which he had arrived, nor did he care. The alien hovered through the portal, glancing down at the platform that had extended with people of all different races. There was a surge of sound starting from loudspeakers planted at hover bus stops, the clacking of storm troopers marching in the distance, and many, many people talking and walking aimlessly.

The structures winded magnificently up to infinity. Glowing windows and gleaming neon filled the night darkness with a putrid sort of light. Cheap, just like the senseless, ventless humans who basked in it.

The second the black being's form merged through the glowing gate, the tyrannical alien shown triumph in the form of a curling smile. "Oh look, he came after all."

Zedd was perturbed and grunted, while this meant another one for the 'team' he had also turned his back for two seconds and Freeza had yet again rallied another force. The Emperor of All didn't care to be upstaged in his own element, but soon Freeza would learn he was really on the bottom of the rack, forgotten and without a name.

"So this is your home," Freeza inferred to Zedd, as he allowed Venom to orient himself. There was an inch of mockery in his tone for the Emperor of all lived among the very peasants he sought to lead, an odd twist.

Amusing, perhaps, for anyone who wasn't the skinless alien.

Lord Zedd was working up the ladder, Freeza had already climbed and assumed his rightful position at the top. Freeza would likely be pushed back a few rungs, that ego could cost him a lot if he wasn't careful who he stepped on. This was Zedd's turf and he would defend it

Venom raised his nose and sniffed the air, analyzing Zedd's home. "Smells like human."

Freeza held back a rude laugh. So far the slithery guy had done as the tyrant had hoped an expected. Freeza just hoped he'd keep it up.

"Lord Zedd, this is Venom. Venom, Lord Zedd, be a dear and don't gnaw up the bones of the little mongrels quite yet. I daresay we have an army of delicious witnesses donning white," Freeza read the symbiote's dark intentions well enough and tapped his chin in consideration.

"I might like killing, but I'm not suicidal," a splendid thing for Venom to say for Zedd's first impression of him. Yes, splendid indeed.