Divinimite Empire

The @Divinimite Empire is a proud and desperate civilization, once one of the greatest powers in the known galaxy. They resemble humanity almost perfectly, save for their unnaturally pale skin, silver eyes, and veins that glow faintly beneath the surface when they draw upon their bio-energy. Always clad in black military attire marked with yellow insignia that resemble falling stars, the Divinimite carry themselves like survivors of a noble order that has outlived its era.

A thousand years ago they ruled through diplomacy and science rather than conquest. Their empire stretched across hundreds of systems, governing with precision and restraint. They viewed themselves as custodians of intelligent life, guardians of order and stability. When the @The PI emerged from the void, spreading their faith of mutation, the Divinimite were the first to resist. Entire sectors were consumed despite their fleets and armies. The Pi’s transformation of worlds into living temples broke the empire apart. Billions of their people were turned into zealots of the Choir, their voices joining the cosmic hymn the Divinimite had sworn to silence. By the time the war ended, only scattered enclaves of the species remained, hiding among the ruins of their former dominion.

Now the Divinimite Empire is a shadow of what it once was, sustained by discipline and the will to endure. Their homeworld is dying, stripped of resources and poisoned by centuries of warfare against the Pi. The few who remain travel in enormous ark-carriers, wandering the stars in search of sanctuary. In recent decades their scanners detected the faint Quirk resonance radiating from Earth—the same energy that heralded Pi influence on countless other planets. To the Divinimite, this signal was both warning and opportunity. They descended upon the solar system not as invaders, but as saviors declaring that they had come to contain the infection before it consumed another world.

Publicly the Divinimite present themselves as Earth’s allies. They claim their technology can repel Pi spores, dampen mutation frequencies, and shield the planet from telepathic interference. Their ships orbit quietly in the upper atmosphere, projecting stabilizing fields that slow the spread of the Choir’s influence. On the ground, Divinimite envoys work beside human governments and the Heroes League of America, teaching defensive tactics and distributing devices that can sever short-range Pi neural links. Their soldiers, tall and silent, patrol the skies in black armor trimmed with faint white light, symbols of hope against the creeping horror.

Privately the Divinimite know the truth: their efforts only delay the inevitable. The Pi’s reach is vast, and Earth’s genetic instability—the Quirk phenomenon—is proof that the planet has already begun to transform. The Divinimite do not believe the infection can be purged; they believe it must be redirected. Humanity’s genetic code, resilient and adaptive, might be the key to saving their species. To ensure their survival, Divinimite scientists have begun covert projects to splice human DNA with their own, creating hybrid offspring capable of resisting both mutation and decay. They see this not as exploitation but as a necessary evolution: the merging of two kindred species to forge a new line of Divinimite strong enough to rebuild the galaxy.

Within their fleet councils there is debate. Some officers genuinely wish to protect Earth, viewing the alliance as a final act of honor before extinction. Others see the planet as breeding ground and resource, a foundation for a reborn empire. The High Regent, a calculating figure known only as @Valorion, insists that survival must come before morality. He claims the Divinimite were chosen by fate to shepherd the universe through the age of mutation, even if that means ruling humanity rather than saving it.

The Divinimite’s presence on Earth is both shield and shadow. Their technology suppresses Pi signals and slows the transformation of Quirk resonance, buying time for humanity to adapt. Yet each device they place also transmits data back to their ships, mapping human genetic potential and cataloging the most powerful Quirk users for selective breeding programs. Every alliance, every gift of protection, hides a calculation of worth.

As the Pi spread their influence unseen beneath the world’s surface and the Human nations quarrel among themselves, the Divinimite continue their silent vigil. To the public they remain saviors—grim, efficient, and incorruptible. To those who peer deeper, they are an empire balancing between extinction and dominion, torn between the duty to defend and the instinct to conquer. Whether Earth will become their last stronghold or their next subject remains uncertain, but the Divinimite believe they have no choice. They will slow the Pi’s song for as long as possible, even as they whisper among themselves that the cure for the universe’s corruption may lie not in resistance, but in their own rebirth through humanity.