Chapter two

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This is purely a work of fiction. Not meant to offend or incite, but to entertain and maybe inspire.

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THE BIRTH OF MAYHEM

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The years progressed for Thanos the Titan. By the age of 11, he had explored every inch of his birth moon. By the age of 12, he walked upon the burning core of the itts mother planet Saturn.

He honed his combat skills learning the ways of war and combat from the very archives that detailed the greatest feats of the eternal warriors, Thanos gained mastery over the combined skills. By the age of 13 he had gained much more achievements over the advanced sciences, his father had at that age. By the age of 14 he had already mapped out the stars of thousand galaxies. He turned his sight to the Cosmos, preparing himself for the eventual departure from his home world.

Tonight, the 16 year old Thanos enters his mobile lab, a hovering vehicle constructed on the deserted outskirts of Titan.

He serilizes his hands and draws on his surgical gloves. The psionic scanners on the doorway register his unique signature and doors to the deeper reaches of the lab open for him to pass through.

"Computer, ready my tools and play my symphony" he orders.

[Yes Lord] the electronic voice from the holo screens respond to his demands.

Oval shaped drones assemble and hover along. The drones begin to split open from the middle, revealing the well arranged multitude of surgical tools stored in perfect condition.

Thanos nods his head in satisfaction.

"Cyb04 bring the subject"

A bear that stood as though it were a statue responds to his orders. The bear had various streamlined metallic parts over its head and down the length of its spine. It was Thanos fourth attempt at creating cyborgs from already existing organic lifeforms and he has been successful so far with the Cyb04 category.

The bear walking on its hind limbs steadily pushed forward a surgical bed with a woman restrained to it. She struggled against the restraints, trying to free herself but all her attempts were futile. With tears in her eyes Sui-San eyed her son, terrified to meet the demon spawn's eyes.

"It is nothing personal mother. I need an abundant of samples from you, so I can better understand my biology. Hence I'll be able to properly enhance myself. You're unique mother–one of a kind - believe me, I have made extensive dissection on our people- there's a genetic strain in you that comes directly from the original Eternals. The ones who were altered by the celestials themselves. It is the key I need to unlocking some useful abilities latent and not." the boy explained "you see mother my bionature is highly complex and very contradictory. By all standards unique. But who understands my condition better than I?". He cared not if she understood his intentions. He had an aim and he would accomplish it.

In the centuries since the establishment of the city of the Eternals, and the birth of mutant eternal, the deviant-gened Thanos. There had been no recorded instance of murder on Titan.

No crimes of passion. No executions. No acts of war. Among the Eternals who had known peace for eons, there had been no conflicts, the concept of murder itself was long forgotten on the peace loving society.

That was until the one called Thanos himself invented it.

The musical symphony eerily familiar to solemn version of beethoven's master piece, fur Elise. As the music began, so did Thanos's procedure.

The woman pleaded with her eyes that were now losing the light of life. The boy sliced vertically through her midsection with such clinical, machine precision that it left nothing to be desired. He expertly extracted vital organs, placing them on another platform. His robotic assistants drained the blood that threatened to spill over. That was the start of a procedure that lasted hours.

"Death will take you to the afterlife mother. I promise there you will find rest and peace." he said, staring up at thin air. To another it would seem as though he had gone mad, but the boy could clearly see her soul leave her body. He could feel the comfort it gave him to finally free her of her constraints. And the pleasure he took, as he did what he truly knew he was meant for. He was bound to death, his very existence was tied to it. All he did was related to it in one way or another. He couldn't, wouldn't reject any part of himself. He was who he was. And he was fine with that.

It must be understood that Thanos is a complex individual. At first glance he could easily be taken as evil. But is he truly? He is amoral not immoral. All he does is for a purpose. The universe created him to keep the balance, the scales of existence must be kept. For if it tips too much to one side, it will result in destruction.

Without death, nothing dies, and this includes diseases that were once cure able. The world would become a living hell.

Without life, there is no meaning to existence, for existence itself is life. It is a delicate balance, and the boy must constantly keep watch to preserve the universe, to safeguard the fate of all things by maintaining that balance. Try as he might, it is his purpose and he can never flee from it. He is unafraid of doing what is necessary, he knows the stakes.

'Found it' He thought to himself, staring through a electron magnifier, at crimson marrow deep beneath the ivory bone and the red raw flesh. His laser tipped scalpel carefully carved away at that section of the bone marrow. Bringing loose a microscopic piece of fresh tissue. The boy mentally called for power, power from the darkest arts of the mystics. He was being tutored in mysticism by mistress Death herself. So when he called, the power came to his bidding.

Dark tendrils of energy burrowed into the extracted tissue from the boy's open palm. The tissue slowly hovevered above his open palm as it took on a dark golden hue, it radiated a brilliant resplendent light, as though it were a piece of heaven. The boy smiled in victory. He guided the now glowing orb into a reinforced glass cylinder that had a system of tubes and various circuits connected to it.

The glowing tissue was successfully deposited into the glass cylinder, "Computer, introduce catalyst fluids into the containment chamber" the boy said. At his command viscous fluids flooded the glass cylinder. The orb dissolved into the fluid and a visible change occurred to the substance as it took on the dark golden hue the flesh had before it.

[Catalyst fluid activated. Deposited particles dissolved. Energy spikes detected and rising….readings stabilized]

"Computer prime the gestation pod and monitor the energy readings. Cyb04 take subject away and dispose of it in the cremation bay" he spoke, the droids moved around him to take away his bloodied gloves and apron. The bear creature mechanically took the dismembered corpse and the bed it was on away.

The boy moved to the center of his lab, where a human sized, night black pod was positioned horizontally, in the eyes of another scientist, the pod would remind them of a stasis chamber. The pod took up the most space in all the room. It had various holograp readings hovering above it. A system of thick optic wires and clear delivery tubes protruded along the black pod's length.

The boy calmly took off his garments and footwear. He stood at a 6"2 towering figure even at such a budding age, his firmly built body laced with perfectly chiseled musculature fully displayed. Various razor thin scars ran along the sides of his abdominal regions and the back of his shoulders. He walked to the pod, on his path various screens updated his vitals and the machines blasted his body with chemical gasses to sterilize his body and prepare him for the procedure. The gasses were strong enough to eat away at his top dermal layer. His skin took on a more raw look as it rapidly regenerated.

The the lid of the pod hovered open as the boy turned the solid dials and tapped buttons on the holo screens. The boy eased himself into chamber accurately fit to his measurements.

"Begin procedure". He said. On parts of his skin, dot like markers glowed with a luminescence. Over the years, the boy had made some bionic modifications to his own body. The biomarkers were one of many such modifications, they were the connection points to body wide programmed bio-mystical-circuitry he installed for this procedure.

The lid of the pod hoved downward to a close. Laser beams mapped each individual marker as though they were targets, and the second most painful phase of his procedure began.

"Ugmh!" he grunted in pain as needles pierced the markers on his body. His eyes itched and ached as the needle made for them pierced through the thin optical membrane.

[Delivering catalyst fluid into host system]

'FUCK!' he mentally screamed. The power in the fluid burned his very being. His body was being corroded and rebuilt by the golden liquid, the God ichor. His veins dissolved, his purple blood boiled, his mind was flooded by pain, he would soon be destroyed by the power. He focused, his will held him together. Once he lost focus, it would be his undoing. He fought for his life like he did when he was born. He cried tears of blood, as seconds turned to minutes and minutes to hours.

In his sight a vision appeared. An information encoded in the DNA that made the God ichor. He could see a host of Celestials experiment on his human ancestors, they were led by one called Ziran the Tester, and by their collective might, they imparted the right to wield cosmic power into the very existence of the gene that made up the inhuman race. It was written into the laws of reality itself.

The boy knew that few unique ones of his race could wield cosmic energy when they reached a certain maturity.

For his people here on Titan, they were even more rearee than those called Eternals on earth. But he had broken bast the limits of his blood, fueled by the mystical energies he had succeeded. He could feel his quasi-mystical reserve of cosmic energy.

Cosmic energies was tied to life force, some would call it aura other term it an energy field. This energy field was unique and one of its own in existence. No two individuals would have the exact energy signatures. As each individual would be altered by their energy. The cosmic energy does not change to accommodate form. Biological form changes to accommodate the energy instead. Once imbibed with cosmic energy, the bioform is nurtured and adapted to allow function. It is like a symbiotic parasite that bonds to the very soul, altering the life force and the form to better utilize the energy.

Thanos's form was being altered, externally it wasn't any other drastic change than his purple skin turning a dark magenta. But internally, his bio-systems were being strengthened to wield the might of his cosmic energy. Of course it would take months if not years for him to gain complete compatibility, for him to be able to master it and learn to skillfully utilize it. Thanos was touched by Death herself, he had a certain connection to the dark mystic domain.

Electricity crackled over the pod, dark energies seeped out the sides. Waves of positive energy, with blotches of antimatter lingered over the pod, like smoke over fire.

BOOOMM! In an instant the wave exploded out in a cascading effect, the pod broke apart as did all nearby delicate electronics. The energy wave melted and scorched the metal flooring and walls. In the midst of the thick, burnt wires and ozone fog lingered over the deep purple figure who slowly rose to his feet as steam rose from his body.

He raised his arms, willing the energy in him to circulate, electric-blue wavy energy spheres formed over them. The boy smiled in pure satisfaction.

He felt another presence in the room and whipped his head to the side. Meeting the gaze of the hooded woman. She drew her hood back and revealed her exotic beauty. The deviant gened teenager smiled lovingly at her. He walked to her front, standing taller than her.

"Are you proud?" he asked. "I'm sure you are. You know, maybe you should try talking" he said to her. "Every time I see you, you look even prettier."

The boy swore his heart melted when she smiled even wider and leaned in to kiss him. But just before her black lips could touch his, he placed a finger on hers.

The pale lady raised a surprised brow at his action.

"Look, you've never told me what you actually want. I could go the safe route and promise to give you as much death as I can bring to the universe. But you're death, you have enough of that right? I mean I know I'll bring death, that's a constant. But I also know that you have nothing to gain if there's no life. For death to exist there has to be life. I guess lady death what I'm trying to say is, tell me what you want. Talk to me, let me hear your voice." Thanos spoke with such gentleness that none would believe it came from his mouth.

'I'm not the old Thanos, I can do better. I've got common sense, I won't just give you death. That's like giving the oceans water, I know you want something more. I know no one has asked you that. I want to get to know you, the real you"

"I may not be your equal yet but I'm working towards that" the boy blushed as he sincerely spoke his heart, Thanos the mad Titan blushed. The very heavens sang in joy on this day.

Death stared at him. He stared back. With his arms spread wide. "Give me a chanc--"

"You truly are different, I am glad that you sought to know me than to just assume so, Titan. Show me love, my betrothed. Show me the beauty of the universe. Show me the unique and solemn, the special and resplendent." Her voice was a dark beautiful melody that could never be replicated. It was a magical harmony unheard of. The boy was lost, utterly so. He never thought that he'd hear her voice. He never imagined that his words would reach her like they did.

The boy took her hands into his as he went down on a knee.

"Lady, your voice is as beautiful as you are. I, Thanos the Titan will show you sights you have never seen. Love? I will give it to you from the blackest depths of my vile, malevolent heart if it so pleases you." The boy witnessed the dark energy coalesced over his ring finger, to form an intricately patterned ring of solidified darkness, as did another form over Death's skeletal phalange. He would realize later that it could never be removed. His bond to Death was made lawful.

She raised him up from his knees, her obsidian orbs gazed into the crimson pupils of his dark, black sclera "You, Thanos, are my lover, now and forever more" Death proclaimed, and she drew the young Thanos towards her. She offered him her cold comfort. He accepted.

The two nihilistic lovers united in an unholy kiss. The darkest storms brewed over all creation. For it was the terrible day that Mistress Death, found her lover, the Titan of Destruction. It was a match made in the darkest, most vile depths of hell.

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