Her real name was Dorothy.
Once, she was a sweet and innocent girl who lived peacefully with her widowed father on a quiet, distant world. They were among the last of their kind. Kind-hearted, hopeful, and full of wonder. But everything changed the day the sky turned green.
A strange, emerald-glowing asteroid crashed into her home planet, wiping out everything. Her family, her people, her world. In an instant, her life became a void.
Traumatized and utterly alone, Dorothy wandered from planet to planet, hoping to find connection, belonging, something to ease the ache. But every world she reached turned her away. Some mocked her, some feared her, and others simply didn't care. The more she tried to reach out, the more the universe pushed her back.
So she changed. Piece by piece, she built walls around her heart. The sweet girl who once believed in love and friendship was buried under armor, literal and emotional. To survive, she had to become strong. Ruthless. Cold.
Villainy became her refuge. It was the only thing that gave her a sense of control, of purpose. Conquering worlds, wielding power, these things brought her peace, success, and a feeling of worth she had never known. Perhaps, deep down, destroying planets wasn’t just conquest, it was catharsis. A distraction from the hurt she never learned to heal.
This is why she pushes away kindness. This is why she rejects Wander's friendship. Because to accept it would mean facing the pain she's buried for so long. And perhaps, in some cruel twist of fate, her rise as Lord Dominator wasn't entirely of her own making.
Long ago, Lord Hater, back when he was nothing more than a chimpanzee in space, was struck by a strange, lightning-charged stone that granted him dark powers. The event seemed small, insignificant… but it triggered a domino effect that echoed through the stars. That green asteroid, the one that destroyed Dorothy's world, was born from that same chain of chaos.
But when she finally crossed paths with Lord Hater in her villainous years, she didn't recognize him. Not even a little. He wasn't the Monkey Boy she once saw in passing. He had become something else entirely, skeletal, twisted, unrecognizable. To her, he was just another monster standing in her way.
And in a moment of fury, haunted by memories and grief, she looked him dead in the eye and spat the word with venom:
"Monster!"
She had no idea that he, however indirectly, was the reason she lost everything. And he never realized the role he played in creating his most powerful rival. She didn't choose to become a villain. The universe made her one.
