AN: I felt this chapter was slightly lower quality then the others. What's your guys thoughts?



As I lay out the blanket’s onto the floor, the faded sheets resting against the wood I ponder. A suitable bed for the night, for I simply cannot enjoy a soft bed. For my life has been far to harsh to give me access to a soft bed most my living life. As I stand alone in this empty living room I cannot help but feel my thoughts drift to the dwarves who had fallen to my onslaught as all others have. The Asgardians had gotten their well deserved Karma but the Dwarves were just caught in the middle as always.



Their names were ironic in a way, although it saddens me their deaths were necessary. For the Universe lost a great race on that day. One of many sad necessities it seems, for their fates had ended when they had finished the glove. I could not risk such powerful creators roaming this galaxy. You see, all it would take is one bad seed, one horrible bastard spawn to do horrible deeds to creation. While one of my race could perhaps attack another with countless weapons one of their race could alter the very fabric of reality in such a way the damages would be horrid.





The Dwarfs had crafted a glove capable of holding the infinity stones for me. It is tragic but I dare not risk such power falling in the wrong hands, for one single bad dwarf could potentially kill dozens of systems. Extinguish dozens of stars for no greater purpose then greed, or even perhaps reversing my great work with some fantastical technology. It was not a risk I would take or dare entertain.





I had left the last dwarf, alone so that perhaps I could revisit him incase anything ever occurred to the glove. Bait him with false promises of bringing his people back once more, for being alone and desperate so long would allow Hate, Sadness, Grief, and Desperation to all fester in the giant being. All emotions to use to further my own end’s.





I had spent the time after dinner simply exercising and studying what little I could of this world. Although I have been blessed to be born with such potential and strength, I further it through constant vigilant exercises. I have tempered it in countless battles, some lasting days upon end with no end in sight. Indeed I am blessed but I have never been so ignorant to believe that would be enough to get me to the very end on its own. I have finally decided upon a course of action in the morning.





Similar to the dwarf, my tongue and violence are what I will use to ensure a false identity is created. It is the first step to figuring out what makes these quirks tick, for one of the few races that I have seen with such power are the Asgardians or the spawn of the false planet. Even then, it is severely limited in scope and population. Finally, I find it in me to lay my body to the ground and begin to rest.





Many times I have gone weeks without sleep, but I am far too exhausted to put off rest any longer. My aching body still burning with power from the destruction of the infinity stones and gauntlet. I drift off into an endless night with no sun in sight. I sleep peacefully for a while until it starts happening, the endless night giving way to a realm of eternal dawn and water. No sun, yet plenty of light as I find myself once more standing in this accursed realm. It is not my Gamora that I see with me in this accursed place.





It is two familiar figures standing before me. The first being the hollow-eyed skeleton of Death herself but there are no words coming from her accursed mouth. Dressed in a billowing cape of shadows and death. No mutterings or promises as she simply stands there with her skeletal hand reached out for me to grab, I ignore her as I turn my eyes to the second being who dwarves even me in sheer size. It is almost hard to simply stare at him.



A large figure, who has no flesh. Who simply stands like some window into the infinite depths of space. Both of his eyes hidden from my gaze by some sort of eternal shadow from the darkest depths of space themselves, as I stare into this being I do not see any end to the eternity that is his flesh. He has his hand extended for me to grab similar to death.





The infinite being and Death both stand there in silence staring at me as I finally stand up to them. Stand to these Gods, Concepts or whatever they may call themselves as I say “I will not help either of you. For in the End, I am no one's puppet, I am entranced by you death and I am curious of you to godling. But this does not mean I will mindlessly serve like one of my beastial soliders.” My words ring out in this realm as the Godling and death lower their arms, a smile on death's face. Poetic in a way





There is a smugness to it that I loathe to simply stare at as she speaks in her soft tone “You will serve just as you do in every other universe. Sooner or later, Thanos you will serve death as you are meant to. As you’re always meant to.” I scowl as I stand tall, and stare into the skull as I speak calmly.



“Wrong. I have already served destiny, I have already finished my journey into restoring balance.” As I end my words she begins laughing, a laugh which echos out through this realm as she says one final sentence to me.



“Wrong, for your Fate, is not done yet for you’ve yet to finish the slaughter of this world and only then when the last light fades will your fate will truly end it is destiny," Her words bring some curiosity enters me, but before I can ask anymore I am pulled from this realm and back to the land of the living. The fake sound of a TV saturating the air, filling my eardrums alongside my roaring heartbeat. Strange, I had swore I turned off the TV before I slept. I sit up further glancing around the room until I spot Izuku curled up on the couch both his eyes shut. I glance to the TV noting the figures of some sort of giant man with blonde hair saving people. I reach over and gently click its power button letting it shut off as I begin to lay down once more.





Before I rest I notice the boy had kicked off his blanket, It brings back fond memories of when I took Gamora training deep in the woods of many different worlds. I reach over and pull the blanket over his small frame ensuring he was covered before I once more lay down and slowly drift off to sleep.