A King's Wrath

The desolate city echoed the symphony of war, a haunting melody of screams, roars, and the clash of the mighty. Amidst this cacophony, a lone figure advanced with an air of regal calmness, the Mad Titan, Thanos. The titan's march towards the heart of Attilan, the royal palace, was a slow and unhurried stride, each step a testament to his formidable resolve.

Around him, the Swarm formed a grotesque phalanx, their monstrous forms seething with an insidious intent. They were a nightmarish shield that repelled any who dared approach their master. They were Thanos's instruments of annihilation, a living barrier that ruthlessly cut down the Inhumans who dared to challenge their master.

Despite the overwhelming might of the Swarm, there were those among the Inhumans, brave or foolish, who launched themselves at Thanos. Each attack was as futile as the one before. The Swarm intercepted their desperate attempts with chilling efficiency. Their monstrous forms tore through the bodies of the Inhumans, their lives extinguished in an instant, their screams echoing in the ruins of their once-great city.

Thanos, through his telepathic link with the Swarm, observed the carnage with an air of detached interest. Amidst the bloodshed, he noticed a peculiar phenomenon. The Inhumans who had been bitten by the Swarm displayed varying levels of resistance to the incubation of the 'eggs' that birthed the insect-like creatures. Some managed to hold on, their bodies a tableau of agony as they fought off the alien invasion, only to succumb to a long and painful death. Others died outright, their bodies unable to support the birth of the Swarm. Yet, those few who gave birth to new members of the Swarm birthed creatures of superior strength and speed.

"Who thought that the Inhuman spy would kill his own kins," the titan mused, a thoughtul expression on his face. He fondly remembered Thalorin, the Inhuman spy from whom he had taken the blood samples that were instrumental in the development of his creations. The voice in his head, ever-present, echoed his sentiments. 'He sure is a great friend, why don't you spare him.'

Thanos chuckled at the voice's jest, "He seemed very loyal to his kins, you already know what will happen."

As Thanos conversed with the voice in his head, the Swarm continued their merciless slaughter. They made no distinction between age or gender; all were equal before their savagery. Thanos, in the midst of this carnage, began to feel a sense of unease creeping up on him. His instincts, honed through countless battles, were sounding alarm bells. He narrowed his eyes, scanning his surroundings.

"I will end his life at the first thought of him trying to kill me," Thanos muttered, his gaze hardened.

Suddenly, a powerful sound wave resonated from above, a howl filled with pure wrath and an extreme will to kill. The sound wave decimated everything in its path, annihilating hundreds of the Swarm and reshaping the very landscape. Buildings crumbled, and the earth itself seemed to tremble under the sheer force of the attack. The dust rose like a shroud, obscuring the aftermath of the devastation.

When the dust settled, a figure descended from above, a Silent King, his fury palpable. He was borne on the back of a winged lion-like creature, a stark contrast against the Swarm's monstrous forms. As he landed, the Silent King surveyed his ravaged kingdom, a grim resolve in his eyes.

He moved, a blur of motion, eliminating the Swarm that dared to approach him. He was a whirlwind of fury and destruction, a king reclaiming his kingdom one corpse at a time.

As the Silent King struck down his enemies, a chuckle echoed through the battlefield. "Isn't it a bit early to fight the final boss?" The voice resonated with amusement and anticipation. The dust and debris cleared to reveal Thanos, a smirk on his face and blood seeping from his mouth. His sleek armor, a blend of Adamantium, vibranium, and Uru metal, was in shreds, barely covering the vital parts of his body.

His once imposing figure was marred by injuries, a testament to the power of the Silent King's attack. Yet, Thanos stood tall, a living embodiment of defiance in the face of overwhelming power. Above him, a purple, humanoid insect struggled to maintain a barrier, protecting its master despite its own injuries. Half of the Alpha's body was gone, yet it showed no signs of surrendering. Its unwavering loyalty, even in the face of death, shone bright amidst the chaos.

'Seem like the little guy failed to keep him there,' the voice in Thanos' head sighed. Thanos grimaced, blood trickling down his chin as he replied, "Alright then, plan B."

His bloodied hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the strain. The taste of his blood, the aching of his wounds, the proximity of death - these sensations stirred a primal fear within him, a fear he loathed. Thanos was no Comic Thanos, death was not a lover to him, but a foe to be conquered.

Shaking off his fear, Thanos refocused on the battlefield. His gaze met the Silent King's, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. A battle was about to commence, not just a battle between armies, but a clash between leaders, fighters, kings. This was a confrontation that would decide the fate of Attilan, a confrontation from which only one would emerge victorious.

Despite his injuries, Thanos moved with an air of indomitable resolve. His every step echoed his determination, his gaze never leaving the Silent King. He was ready to face his adversary, ready to fight till his last breath. The city echoed his resolve, the haunting melody of war reaching a crescendo, a prelude to the battle of kings.

(For those wondering, I know that Thanos can survive a full attack from Black Bolt and come out unscathed, especially from MCU Black Bolt, Who took like an entire minute to (spoilers for Dr Strange and the multiverse of Madness) kill Dr Strange. But right now, this 'Thanos' isn't even fully developped so surviving is already a good thing.)