"Nature's A-Hole"
~3,000 AD (or 1,000 P.G.O - Post Galactus Originator)
The Moon surrounding Cygnus-48 exploded, leaving chunks of hurtling volcanic rocks speeding into the darkness. This particular corner of reality was so close to the edge of forever, that light barely touched it, reflecting back into the Universe at odd angles when it bounced off the dark matter, leaving only sub-human ranges of dark-light to illuminate the tiny section of space-time. Structures were hurled there, or herded there by the cosmic entities who needed to engage in some of the most basic conceptual life approximations, like rest or reproduction.
Brother Nature, Diering-6, lay in the centre of the former moon, his girlfriend slowly slurping up the remaining energy of their explosive love making off her fingers. He wiped sweat off his forehead and flung it away from them, forming tiny meteorites loaded with the building blocks of life, Anaerobic and Aerobic Amnio Acids waiting for a new home colonise.
Galacta looked at him and smiled, wiping some saliva away from the corner of her face, as delicately as one could when it dripped in great bands from her gums.
“Wow,” she said.
“Yeah,” he beamed, “Say what you want about conceptual entities, but the laws of nature do awesome things to abstract genitalia.”
“That didn’t seem so abstract,” she purred.
“Ha! You didn’t see what I saw, Gali. That was like a 46 Dimensional Hyper-Cube.”
She giggled and blushed, reaching for her purple helmet, with its distinctive prongs either side.
“Galactus is going to be so annoyed when he finds out about us,” she said again, running a hand through her black hair, shaking out pieces of Moon and magma.
“Who cares?” Diering said, “Your Brother has only been knocking around for a 1,000 years, he’s too young to understand this stuff, and too much of a slave to tradition.”
He looked out into the darkness, and adjusted himself. Short black hair was the Mark of the Diering family, but he was more controlled than his predecessors, despite being a very literal force of nature. Tan skin, dark hair, and a thick beard, he stared at Galacta for another moment before sitting up.
“Although speaking of your Bro, I promised I’d help him destroy and repopulate this little corner of reality with some experimental stuff. I’m not going to lie, I’m pretty proud of it all, but...” he kissed the top of her head, “Don’t tell the other Nature Exemplars, yeah? The Kree guy in particular, you know...”
“Dic’Yehd?”
“Yeah, Dickhead,” Diering winked at her. She smiled, “He doesn’t agree with some of my thoughts on the progressive nature of life. He and the others...they’ve been cosmic entities for...thousands of millennia. They are too stuck in the status quo, too focused on preserving things they’re not thinking about how things need to progress.”
Mark, a humanoid in nature, gathered himself up. Aside from the azure glow that flowed off some of his body, and the abstract DNA helix that coiled and wrestled with itself down his back, he appeared to be a normally proportioned human being. Something Gali appreciated, even if her entire existence was perception based, and unconsciously mytho-morphic.
“So...”
“Time is meaningless, my little moon eater. Go and get some proper food, you’ve earned it. I’ve got to go. We’ll see each other soon enough.”
He winked at her and shot off in streak of cosmic dust, which slowly settled on her skin. She looked down at it. Tiny insectoid creatures who scuttled over her body. She sighed in pleasure and sucked the life force from them.
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“‘Lactus!” Diering called. The purple armored man turned around, a picture of stoic annoyance.
“You are late. I have begun without you.”
The destruction behind him indicated that Galactus 2.0 had little in the way of patience. Diering floated up to him and slapped him on the shoulder. Debris of planets, and escaping spaceships littered the view in front of him. Flames and gravitation waves of impact rocked the other planets around them, wrestling them from their orbits, and causing the Red Giant sun to flare alarmingly.
“You know...when I heard you were the new Galactus, you know what I wanted most from your reincarnation?”
“Clinical efficiency in the reduction of surplus sentience?”
“Yeah, ‘cause that sounds like something I’d say,” Diering said.
“Your vocalisations are unlike other conceptual entities, Diering Nature. Dic-Yehd once spoke to me...”
“Dickhead speaks to a lot of people,” Diering said, sporting a look of irritation. The jovial friend banter faded immediately, leaving him looking angry. “Look, ‘Lactus, Dick existed in the time when Humanity didn’t have a seat at the table, and reality was nothing more than just Eternity’s wet dream.”
Diering put his arm around his friend’s shoulder and turned around to survey the destruction.
“You and me, man. We’re the young ones. You, me, Gali, Entropy, Big Bang and Gravitation. We’re looking at the Universe for something other than what it is...we’re seeing what it could be, you still want that don’t you?”
Galactus shuffled in place, his face remaining without emotion, but his body showing discomfort.
“I have spoken to the Exemplar council, about your proposals, they have concerns. I am unsure if I wish to proceed myself. There are checks and balances in place, Dieri...”
“You did what?”
“I have spoken to the Council. The assembled six. Shi’ar, Skurll, Badoon, Kree...”
“You don’t need to list them, you idiot.”
Diering hung his head and sighed.
“Great. I bet they’re here right now, aren’t they?”
“They have requested your presence back at the centre of the Shard-Tower. I am to join you as a representative of Order.”
Diering threw his hands up in despair.
“You’re kidding me here, Galactus! You’re kidding me. You’re going to be the Order Rep? You remember when I got you off your face on that Plague planet from the Cancerverse and we went and pranked Order? Remember? We created that Logical Paradox from Living Mathematics that kept him running around that stupid little bald head of his for years.”
Galactus nodded, his face still without emotion.
“I remember these events, Diering, but I cannot allow you to propose what you believe you must do to move the universe on. You are not the Infinite Maker, nor Celestial. You are mortal geneology made cosmic.”
Diering punched Galactus with all the accumulated might of life originating from Earth. The planets settled by humanity in the future, would see a 10% decrease in virility as a result of his violence, but it was worth it. The purple armor of his friend shattered on impact, sending him hurtling into the surface of a water planet. He splashed underneath the surface.
“You self-righteous asshole!” Diering yelled. Galactus stared up at his friend, touching the leaking cosmic power from his nose.
“You have struck me.”
“Yeah, because you told on me, you complete idiot! You went to the bloody Authority figures the minute I changed it up! This is why we don’t invite you when we do stuff, Galactus. You don’t just destroy planets and eat life, you destroy fun!”
“Balance is not to be played with,” he said, pushing his hands into the Seabed of the Planet below him. Something which would later be worshipped by a race of water dwelling silicate-based cuboids.
“Who told you that? Eternity? Infinity? How often do they involve themselves in these things, Galactus? Remember when you destroyed a planet Eternity had a soft spot for and he got the Chronologer to reverse the flow of Infinity to get it back? That’s not balance! That’s playing favourite. They’re just scared we’ll get another Ego Infection, or a Kubik Growth.”
“I am aware of what they are afraid of, Diering. You must understand, that which you are proposing is not something which is considered to be safe within the confines of the Universe. Not since the Thanoside Event 500 years ago.”
“Ah, screw that, Galactus, and screw yourself! I flarking well worked my heart out on this stuff and you just threw it back at me like it didn’t even matter, you great landmass.”
“Diering,” another voice rang out behind him. He turned to see the shining gold costume, with a starscape face and arms hovering behind him. Dic’Yehd had arrived. The accent grated on him. Liting vowels that dropped at odd times, and sentence structures which paused where they should not. Midword, instead of midsentence.
“Dickhead,” Diering said, cracking his neck, “I see you decided to turn up early.”
Diering snorted, and ran a hand through his hair. His black beard, inhabited by millions of different strains of life went flat against his skin, a mechanism to defend himself and the life of humanity and Earth species against what was to come glistened against his righteous anger.
“Galac-tus told us of your plan, Dier-ing. He told us you wish to bui-ld new life. Will you expl-ain why?”
Diering balled his fists and floated slowly towards Dic’Yehd.
“You are a conservationist, Dickhead. You are someone who looks at the now, but never the future. Evolution is a constant process, and you cannot look at what is alive now, and expect it to remain the same in the future. That is not how Evolution works.”
“You wish to explain to us, the Exemplars of Nature, whom have existed for millennia about how life works, Diering? You are a naive fool.”
“Yeah, well,” Diering said, floating backwards towards Galactus, “I don’t have a failed Kree Species like the R’Huul on my books do I?”
Dic’Yehd shuddered and sped forwards, his fist extended towards Diering. Diering ducked underneath his fist, which collided into the side of Galactus’s head. His conjunction incapable friends head smashed through another planet, leaving the Destruction entity unconscious. Diering’s own fist, loaded with the heat of all the life on the planet Earth, struck Dic’Yehd in the side, setting off an explosion the force of several hundred nuclear bombs. Dic’Yehd shot to the side, and Diering sped off with all the speed he could muster.
“We know your pl-ans, Diering!” Dic’Yehd yelled, “It is only a matter of time bef-ore we find your little nesting gr-ounds and destr-oy your work! The balance is to be preserved.”
Diering spun in place and grit his teeth.
“The balance will be preserved, Diering. Once I speak with the Exemplars, we will take this to Eternity and beyond. I will find your plans, your little brood pit and destroy it. We will take you, Entropy, and your little girlfriend out of the universe and destroy you. Or better yet…” he said, his starscape face twisting in malice,” Better yet, I will destroy your place in this universe, and leave you, with your little machinations to exist in the Macroverse, away from life and death. Away from our balance.”
“I’m going to say one more time, Dickhead. What I am trying to do here is progress, introduce something new into the universe because it's the only way it can survive, long term. Things go extinct and die out because they’re not supposed to survive forever. That’s the way the world works.”
“We will,” Dic’Yehd removed his helmet, revealing multiple scars across the starscape of his head,”have to disagree, Diering. I have seen too much and lived thro-ugh too much for you to jeop-ardise the future on a whim.”
His hand reached down to the belt that was slung around his waist, at a lazy angle. Several small moons orbited it. A weapon, something of ancient Kree design was slowly unholstered and aimed at Diering. Diering held his hands up and froze in place.
“It has been millions of years since I last had to fire this, and a million before that since we had to erase a Nature exemplar. I believe the council will find my actions justified when I explain them. We are often naive, but never dangerously so, Diering. You are a danger to this world, as are your friends. What is that old human adage? Youth is wasted upon the young?”
A whip of the weapon hilt against Mark’s head sent an energy discharge screaming from an opening in his scalp. A second blast of energy from the weapon ripped through his right shoulder, sending him spinning into the centre of the Solar System, smashing into a small gas giant on the way.
“I’ve always hated you, Dieri-ng. Earth is a speck of dirt that deserves to die, not to be a part of the Exemplar Council. The stain you’ve brought with you...this...speech pattern you have, this desire to effect your mark on the universe. It is disgusting. You have brought with you the Seven Frien-dless, and this pathetic Galactus, and his equally disd-ainful sister. Once I am done here, I think I will destroy you all. Put balance back to it’s proper place.”
Two purple hands wrapped around Dic’Yehds neck, one sliding around to grab the arm that held the weapon, the second locking its elbow around his neck. He twisted to one side, as Galactus, leaking cosmic power from his nose and the corner of his mouth held on for dear life.
“My Sister,” Galactus said, “Is not disdainful. She is my sister, and pure of the problems from which you, and I, suffer.”
Galactus looked over Dic’Yehd’s shoulder into Dierings eyes.
“Protect her,” he said, “She is my heart, as she is yours. I am a fool. I am sorry, my Brother.”
Diering was thrown clear of the Solar system by the enormous flash of energy. The force of it shattered the eleven planets within it, and pushed the sun into Supernova. Spinning without control Diering hurtled through the Universe, having seen his friend die to protect him.
The Exemplar Council would be after him now. Diering slowly turned and transformed the momentum of the explosion into one of propulsion, hurtling towards another corner of Forever, where time was nothing, and life was a concept that never happened. He landed, some thirty billion light years away from his previous fixed point, in his Garden. Energy leaked from his shoulder, mouth and scalp. He felt a loss in his being he did not understand, an emptiness.
Trees bearing Cosmic Cube Fruit, in all shapes and sizes grew around him. Sentient Infinity Stone Creatures, ranging from the Infinitely Small, to the inconceivably huge milled around him, and a flock of Phoenix, in burning white, darkest crimson and hot blue flew around him.
Diering sat down slowly, his hand resting on a Power Infinity Gem, with the body of a five legged dog, and the head of a geometric fifteen point sapphire gemstone. He rubbed its hind quarters for a moment and lay back, anguish taking his thoughts over the death of his friend. Soon his friend, his Brother, would be avenged.
His Cosmic Garden was sure to set the rest of the Exemplars ablaze with anger. Particularly with his latest fruit, for the death of his friend Galactus had made his latest union with his Sister even more bitter sweet. Although she did not know it, she was pregnant. Pregnant with the universe's first bridge. A being whom could destroy and build new life from the embers of that destruction. A Galactic Nature, was slowly beginning to take form and gestate within her.
Assuming they both survived.
END.
The Moon surrounding Cygnus-48 exploded, leaving chunks of hurtling volcanic rocks speeding into the darkness. This particular corner of reality was so close to the edge of forever, that light barely touched it, reflecting back into the Universe at odd angles when it bounced off the dark matter, leaving only sub-human ranges of dark-light to illuminate the tiny section of space-time. Structures were hurled there, or herded there by the cosmic entities who needed to engage in some of the most basic conceptual life approximations, like rest or reproduction.
Brother Nature, Diering-6, lay in the centre of the former moon, his girlfriend slowly slurping up the remaining energy of their explosive love making off her fingers. He wiped sweat off his forehead and flung it away from them, forming tiny meteorites loaded with the building blocks of life, Anaerobic and Aerobic Amnio Acids waiting for a new home colonise.
Galacta looked at him and smiled, wiping some saliva away from the corner of her face, as delicately as one could when it dripped in great bands from her gums.
“Wow,” she said.
“Yeah,” he beamed, “Say what you want about conceptual entities, but the laws of nature do awesome things to abstract genitalia.”
“That didn’t seem so abstract,” she purred.
“Ha! You didn’t see what I saw, Gali. That was like a 46 Dimensional Hyper-Cube.”
She giggled and blushed, reaching for her purple helmet, with its distinctive prongs either side.
“Galactus is going to be so annoyed when he finds out about us,” she said again, running a hand through her black hair, shaking out pieces of Moon and magma.
“Who cares?” Diering said, “Your Brother has only been knocking around for a 1,000 years, he’s too young to understand this stuff, and too much of a slave to tradition.”
He looked out into the darkness, and adjusted himself. Short black hair was the Mark of the Diering family, but he was more controlled than his predecessors, despite being a very literal force of nature. Tan skin, dark hair, and a thick beard, he stared at Galacta for another moment before sitting up.
“Although speaking of your Bro, I promised I’d help him destroy and repopulate this little corner of reality with some experimental stuff. I’m not going to lie, I’m pretty proud of it all, but...” he kissed the top of her head, “Don’t tell the other Nature Exemplars, yeah? The Kree guy in particular, you know...”
“Dic’Yehd?”
“Yeah, Dickhead,” Diering winked at her. She smiled, “He doesn’t agree with some of my thoughts on the progressive nature of life. He and the others...they’ve been cosmic entities for...thousands of millennia. They are too stuck in the status quo, too focused on preserving things they’re not thinking about how things need to progress.”
Mark, a humanoid in nature, gathered himself up. Aside from the azure glow that flowed off some of his body, and the abstract DNA helix that coiled and wrestled with itself down his back, he appeared to be a normally proportioned human being. Something Gali appreciated, even if her entire existence was perception based, and unconsciously mytho-morphic.
“So...”
“Time is meaningless, my little moon eater. Go and get some proper food, you’ve earned it. I’ve got to go. We’ll see each other soon enough.”
He winked at her and shot off in streak of cosmic dust, which slowly settled on her skin. She looked down at it. Tiny insectoid creatures who scuttled over her body. She sighed in pleasure and sucked the life force from them.
# # # # # # # # # # #
“‘Lactus!” Diering called. The purple armored man turned around, a picture of stoic annoyance.
“You are late. I have begun without you.”
The destruction behind him indicated that Galactus 2.0 had little in the way of patience. Diering floated up to him and slapped him on the shoulder. Debris of planets, and escaping spaceships littered the view in front of him. Flames and gravitation waves of impact rocked the other planets around them, wrestling them from their orbits, and causing the Red Giant sun to flare alarmingly.
“You know...when I heard you were the new Galactus, you know what I wanted most from your reincarnation?”
“Clinical efficiency in the reduction of surplus sentience?”
“Yeah, ‘cause that sounds like something I’d say,” Diering said.
“Your vocalisations are unlike other conceptual entities, Diering Nature. Dic-Yehd once spoke to me...”
“Dickhead speaks to a lot of people,” Diering said, sporting a look of irritation. The jovial friend banter faded immediately, leaving him looking angry. “Look, ‘Lactus, Dick existed in the time when Humanity didn’t have a seat at the table, and reality was nothing more than just Eternity’s wet dream.”
Diering put his arm around his friend’s shoulder and turned around to survey the destruction.
“You and me, man. We’re the young ones. You, me, Gali, Entropy, Big Bang and Gravitation. We’re looking at the Universe for something other than what it is...we’re seeing what it could be, you still want that don’t you?”
Galactus shuffled in place, his face remaining without emotion, but his body showing discomfort.
“I have spoken to the Exemplar council, about your proposals, they have concerns. I am unsure if I wish to proceed myself. There are checks and balances in place, Dieri...”
“You did what?”
“I have spoken to the Council. The assembled six. Shi’ar, Skurll, Badoon, Kree...”
“You don’t need to list them, you idiot.”
Diering hung his head and sighed.
“Great. I bet they’re here right now, aren’t they?”
“They have requested your presence back at the centre of the Shard-Tower. I am to join you as a representative of Order.”
Diering threw his hands up in despair.
“You’re kidding me here, Galactus! You’re kidding me. You’re going to be the Order Rep? You remember when I got you off your face on that Plague planet from the Cancerverse and we went and pranked Order? Remember? We created that Logical Paradox from Living Mathematics that kept him running around that stupid little bald head of his for years.”
Galactus nodded, his face still without emotion.
“I remember these events, Diering, but I cannot allow you to propose what you believe you must do to move the universe on. You are not the Infinite Maker, nor Celestial. You are mortal geneology made cosmic.”
Diering punched Galactus with all the accumulated might of life originating from Earth. The planets settled by humanity in the future, would see a 10% decrease in virility as a result of his violence, but it was worth it. The purple armor of his friend shattered on impact, sending him hurtling into the surface of a water planet. He splashed underneath the surface.
“You self-righteous asshole!” Diering yelled. Galactus stared up at his friend, touching the leaking cosmic power from his nose.
“You have struck me.”
“Yeah, because you told on me, you complete idiot! You went to the bloody Authority figures the minute I changed it up! This is why we don’t invite you when we do stuff, Galactus. You don’t just destroy planets and eat life, you destroy fun!”
“Balance is not to be played with,” he said, pushing his hands into the Seabed of the Planet below him. Something which would later be worshipped by a race of water dwelling silicate-based cuboids.
“Who told you that? Eternity? Infinity? How often do they involve themselves in these things, Galactus? Remember when you destroyed a planet Eternity had a soft spot for and he got the Chronologer to reverse the flow of Infinity to get it back? That’s not balance! That’s playing favourite. They’re just scared we’ll get another Ego Infection, or a Kubik Growth.”
“I am aware of what they are afraid of, Diering. You must understand, that which you are proposing is not something which is considered to be safe within the confines of the Universe. Not since the Thanoside Event 500 years ago.”
“Ah, screw that, Galactus, and screw yourself! I flarking well worked my heart out on this stuff and you just threw it back at me like it didn’t even matter, you great landmass.”
“Diering,” another voice rang out behind him. He turned to see the shining gold costume, with a starscape face and arms hovering behind him. Dic’Yehd had arrived. The accent grated on him. Liting vowels that dropped at odd times, and sentence structures which paused where they should not. Midword, instead of midsentence.
“Dickhead,” Diering said, cracking his neck, “I see you decided to turn up early.”
Diering snorted, and ran a hand through his hair. His black beard, inhabited by millions of different strains of life went flat against his skin, a mechanism to defend himself and the life of humanity and Earth species against what was to come glistened against his righteous anger.
“Galac-tus told us of your plan, Dier-ing. He told us you wish to bui-ld new life. Will you expl-ain why?”
Diering balled his fists and floated slowly towards Dic’Yehd.
“You are a conservationist, Dickhead. You are someone who looks at the now, but never the future. Evolution is a constant process, and you cannot look at what is alive now, and expect it to remain the same in the future. That is not how Evolution works.”
“You wish to explain to us, the Exemplars of Nature, whom have existed for millennia about how life works, Diering? You are a naive fool.”
“Yeah, well,” Diering said, floating backwards towards Galactus, “I don’t have a failed Kree Species like the R’Huul on my books do I?”
Dic’Yehd shuddered and sped forwards, his fist extended towards Diering. Diering ducked underneath his fist, which collided into the side of Galactus’s head. His conjunction incapable friends head smashed through another planet, leaving the Destruction entity unconscious. Diering’s own fist, loaded with the heat of all the life on the planet Earth, struck Dic’Yehd in the side, setting off an explosion the force of several hundred nuclear bombs. Dic’Yehd shot to the side, and Diering sped off with all the speed he could muster.
“We know your pl-ans, Diering!” Dic’Yehd yelled, “It is only a matter of time bef-ore we find your little nesting gr-ounds and destr-oy your work! The balance is to be preserved.”
Diering spun in place and grit his teeth.
“The balance will be preserved, Diering. Once I speak with the Exemplars, we will take this to Eternity and beyond. I will find your plans, your little brood pit and destroy it. We will take you, Entropy, and your little girlfriend out of the universe and destroy you. Or better yet…” he said, his starscape face twisting in malice,” Better yet, I will destroy your place in this universe, and leave you, with your little machinations to exist in the Macroverse, away from life and death. Away from our balance.”
“I’m going to say one more time, Dickhead. What I am trying to do here is progress, introduce something new into the universe because it's the only way it can survive, long term. Things go extinct and die out because they’re not supposed to survive forever. That’s the way the world works.”
“We will,” Dic’Yehd removed his helmet, revealing multiple scars across the starscape of his head,”have to disagree, Diering. I have seen too much and lived thro-ugh too much for you to jeop-ardise the future on a whim.”
His hand reached down to the belt that was slung around his waist, at a lazy angle. Several small moons orbited it. A weapon, something of ancient Kree design was slowly unholstered and aimed at Diering. Diering held his hands up and froze in place.
“It has been millions of years since I last had to fire this, and a million before that since we had to erase a Nature exemplar. I believe the council will find my actions justified when I explain them. We are often naive, but never dangerously so, Diering. You are a danger to this world, as are your friends. What is that old human adage? Youth is wasted upon the young?”
A whip of the weapon hilt against Mark’s head sent an energy discharge screaming from an opening in his scalp. A second blast of energy from the weapon ripped through his right shoulder, sending him spinning into the centre of the Solar System, smashing into a small gas giant on the way.
“I’ve always hated you, Dieri-ng. Earth is a speck of dirt that deserves to die, not to be a part of the Exemplar Council. The stain you’ve brought with you...this...speech pattern you have, this desire to effect your mark on the universe. It is disgusting. You have brought with you the Seven Frien-dless, and this pathetic Galactus, and his equally disd-ainful sister. Once I am done here, I think I will destroy you all. Put balance back to it’s proper place.”
Two purple hands wrapped around Dic’Yehds neck, one sliding around to grab the arm that held the weapon, the second locking its elbow around his neck. He twisted to one side, as Galactus, leaking cosmic power from his nose and the corner of his mouth held on for dear life.
“My Sister,” Galactus said, “Is not disdainful. She is my sister, and pure of the problems from which you, and I, suffer.”
Galactus looked over Dic’Yehd’s shoulder into Dierings eyes.
“Protect her,” he said, “She is my heart, as she is yours. I am a fool. I am sorry, my Brother.”
Diering was thrown clear of the Solar system by the enormous flash of energy. The force of it shattered the eleven planets within it, and pushed the sun into Supernova. Spinning without control Diering hurtled through the Universe, having seen his friend die to protect him.
The Exemplar Council would be after him now. Diering slowly turned and transformed the momentum of the explosion into one of propulsion, hurtling towards another corner of Forever, where time was nothing, and life was a concept that never happened. He landed, some thirty billion light years away from his previous fixed point, in his Garden. Energy leaked from his shoulder, mouth and scalp. He felt a loss in his being he did not understand, an emptiness.
Trees bearing Cosmic Cube Fruit, in all shapes and sizes grew around him. Sentient Infinity Stone Creatures, ranging from the Infinitely Small, to the inconceivably huge milled around him, and a flock of Phoenix, in burning white, darkest crimson and hot blue flew around him.
Diering sat down slowly, his hand resting on a Power Infinity Gem, with the body of a five legged dog, and the head of a geometric fifteen point sapphire gemstone. He rubbed its hind quarters for a moment and lay back, anguish taking his thoughts over the death of his friend. Soon his friend, his Brother, would be avenged.
His Cosmic Garden was sure to set the rest of the Exemplars ablaze with anger. Particularly with his latest fruit, for the death of his friend Galactus had made his latest union with his Sister even more bitter sweet. Although she did not know it, she was pregnant. Pregnant with the universe's first bridge. A being whom could destroy and build new life from the embers of that destruction. A Galactic Nature, was slowly beginning to take form and gestate within her.
Assuming they both survived.
END.