Thanos: Dead Men Tell No Tales #8
Written by Anomaly, Edited
by WarlorTVor and Marvelite
"DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES"
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THE MOTHER SON COMPLEXITY
I was Sui-San but now I am dead. This should be a harrowing
thought. But it is not the first time my spirit has been out of my body. Nor is
it the first time I had seen extradimensional entities. My spirit had never
confined me in any way or shape before this but this was the first time I was
going to meet the great judge. The three faced entity who was both God and the
Devil. The embodiment of cosmic
justice itself. He whose power existed simultaneously in an infinite number of
In most cases, one would only hear of the Dread tri-judge if
he had committed cosmic crimes or was a vastly powerful mystic entity bent on
universal domination. Or one creating a mystical imbalance of such magnitude
that it could endanger reality itself. However, what was not known to most, and
how could it be other? Since when one meets his most majesty, most terrible, he
does not usually get to tell anyone about it. But one thing is certain.
Everyone meets him, without exception.
Every soul in creation will get its chance to meet the Living Tribunal,
for what is time to such a being, or even form.
"I would normally be unafraid for no vision could
unsettle me. But as the lord of madness, and his polar opposite phase into the
void, their hideous faces burn in my mind. A mind that is no longer there, and
yet is perhaps even more so. But
the fear, although it be illusory, is not the less strong.
And even though I no longer have hands to sweat, I believe that they are
perspiring, and I believe that my heart is trying to force itself out its chest.
And even as these beings that are composed of pure thought and spirit and
do not truly have physical forms as they begin to phase into the void and yet
there is more reality than anything I have ever known. More horrific than
anything I have ever felt. Endless set of nightmares tear themselves down and
ideals as perfect as when they were first conceived, truth as the philosophers
of the universe have always sought. It was all here. But it was now in this form
before, there was form. It was the mirror of consciousness itself.
It was impossible to tell who were the angels and who were the
devils. In this case, I believe it was all a point of view.
For angels, if one struggled against, could seem as monsters and monsters
could be angels if one only could cease and be still. And when I looked into
Lord Chaos’ deformed visage, an entity of whom I have had varying degrees of
intimacy with while alive and one who had promised to hold me for always, it
began to plague me with its twisted machinations and perhaps my murder by my son
did not save me, as I believed perhaps Chaos and Order would keep me in their
twisted realm despite my best efforts. Both dead and alive, a prisoner to their
twisted point of view.
Suddenly, I fall prostate and the great judge arrives.
He is the supremest force that can be comprehended.
And although I no longer have eyes, the sight of his glory blinds me. So
overwhelmed am I that I call out from the grave, "Thanos-"
I am now an exile from my home world of Titan.
And the veils of plenty have been lifted, my eyes truly open for the
first time. Despite the Devourer of
Worlds’ failed attempt to trap me in space. I knew all I had to do was wait
for the proper moment. And I knew that once I had been unshackled from the
Titan’s bonds of paradise that Thanos was inevitable. I look at the craft
before me. The craft that will get me from star to star, and when I am ready, I
shall use it to return to Titan as a conqueror. Then I hear a voice upon the
ethereal winds itself and it calls my name - "Thanos."
The voice, although distorted through the infinite dimensions
of time and space, is familiar and yet I cannot place it.
But what is clear is that it beckons from beyond the grave. But I am
drawn back to reality and I soon find myself in a small room, which is no doubt
a waiting point. I sit and stare at the metal doors as my eye beams force an
The great gathering is not meant for human eyes. As I look
upon it with my astral form, and realize as I face him that I am but a mirror
for creation. And my consciousness did not stem from my brain, but the
ever-elusive mind, which is not part of the body, but the universe itself. Like
an Eco system on an unimaginable scale, with consciousness itself returned to
the primordial well and recycled, but instead of physical components being
broken down it was spiritual ones. I can only cower in awe as I am before the
singular, most powerful consciousness in existence for that is truly, what this
being was. And it was now my time for that which happen to all, now was the time
for my judgment.
When Lord Chaos spoke, the terrible noise flowed from its maw.
It was like a primordial life form oozing from the cracks of the barren terrain
of a cooling planet first formed in a genesis. But I could not discern its
esoteric message nor could I discern my fate, I cried once more, “Thanos.”
The doors began to open-end, then the voice in my head again,
“THANOS.” I had to find where this voice was coming from, or what it wanted.
Then it occurred, perhaps it was my senses being expanded by Mistress Death.
Perhaps this was her baptism. Her gift to her new paramour.
When the metal doors were burst, open I saw the faces and
inhabitants of the darkest parts of the universe. I saw their visage and form
and it was the product of a hundred artists or a hundred mad men. But perhaps
the gap between artist and mad man was no different than looking upon my own
face for was I not myself both artist and mad man.
I count twelve of them circling me in a room that is like a
metal version of the great spider web I had encountered on Titan.
It was clear they thought me their prey.
But they would soon learn the difference, and I would have a starship.
Finally, the prodigal would return to reclaim his inheritance.
But they seem to hold their positions as they look at me and signal their
brethren to flank me on all sides.
I concentrate, and my fists become as twin suns. They're
murderous fury waiting to be unleashed. Then the unexpected happens, as the
gravity is suddenly gone I find myself air born. They are smarter than I gave them credit for. But I will not
make that error again.
I feel the bite of a hell whip on my backside. A weapon first
developed by the Skrulls for torture and murder, it was said to be capable of
rending virtually anything with an atomic structure. The entire left side of my
lattismus is torn from my body and left to float in the zero gravity simulation
They have tactics and they are well armed.
They use their environment to its fullest potential, but this still only
gives them a .001 percent chance of victory for Thanos always learns from his
mistakes. Then I hear the voice in my head again, "Thanos!"
Call his name, Thanos, and I wonder what my final fate will
be. And when I look upon my offspring, I realize he is a monster. But he is a
monster who spared me from the clutches of eternal madness. And was it not my
own hand that orchestrated this? Was it not I who set him up to kill his own
mother? But there are consequences in saving myself. Consequences that trickled
down and by this very act of murder, I changed him forever.
I cannot help but believe that if I had not been so selfish, then perhaps
the universe would not have to fear this Death worshipper.
The Living Tribunal readied himself for judgment, and I wonder what would become of me for was I not as guilty as Thanos in this cloak and dagger affair. He stood with his fearsome visage almost beyond all imagination. His great form like a supernova. And when he spoke my astral form itself began to burn, and I wondered if this is what the judgment felt like. I wondered if this was what it was like to have ones consciousness returned to the universe. I felt myself dissipating but I could still hear what he was saying.
"THIS MATTER WAS DEALT WITH ONCE BEFORE.
AND IT WAS DECLARED THAT THE DNA ALLOWED TO REMAIN BUT THIS TRIAL IS NOT
ABOUT THAT. IT IS ABOUT TWO OTHER THINGS: THE FIRST BEING CHAOS AND ORDER’S
CLAIM ON SUI-SAN’S SOUL." His
voice was omnipresent and omnipotent, and perhaps this was all he truly was, a
voice with form being something merely cosmetic.
“THE SECOND, SINCE ALL THINGS IN EXISTENCE HAS A POLAR
OPPOSITE, WITH LIFE THERE IS DEATH, WITH HOPE THERE IS DESPAIR, AND WITH
LAWLESSNESS THERE IS JUSTICE.” Across
the gathering I could see his hellish glare, as the evil lord Mephisto grinned
and I could feel his unholy touch wash across my mind, my very consciousness,
and even in the hands of what I could only call god. I did not feel secure in
the presence of the fisher of souls.
“I WOULD HAVE DONE THIS EARLIER EXCEPT THAT CERTAIN EVENTS
HAD YET TO TRANSPIRE, BUT NOW THAT THOSE EVENTS HAVE UNFOLDED SO TOO CAN MY
I called out a final time, “THANOS!” as the tribunal was declaring his final judgment.
I heard the voice upon the ethereal winds as my hand wrapped
around his alien skull. He attempted to struggle, but he was no match for my
eternal heritage. I heard bones crack as my fingers push their way through his
temple and the green life fluids painted a trail in the zero gravity
environment, like paint on the canvas. Some of my attackers surrounded me and
began to assemble a molecular decomposer. The device was potent and may have
even been able to injure me. I grasp upon the web and pushed myself to the
ceiling where I was pursued quickly by more than half their ranks ... and then
when they were in position, I shattered the ceiling with my eye beams causing
them to be sucked into space. I
grasp onto the web and held on until the automatic assemblers repaired the
damage. I then followed them back to their place of origin and began tapping
into the ship’s computer system. I used the experience I gained on Titan in
cybernetics when I plug my mind itself into the ships computer central system. I
had done this on Titan when attempting to gain knowledge, and although I might
have engaged in a physical confrontation for exercise or a challenge, I normally
preferred to do things through the intellect. I quickly overrode the computer
system and used the assemblers and other robots to take over the ship.
And when I finished, I returned to the flesh.
Only to be confronted by a woman with light blue skin and what
appeared to be a sword. She boldly declared, "Ýou have been challenged and
are honor bound to face me on the combat field.”
She held her sword with great skill, but such a weapon would
avail her naught against Death’s paramour. She screamed as she attacked, “AAAAAAAA!”
and ran at fantastic speeds and then kicked me with incredible force for a woman
of her size. She then used the momentum she got from me to propel her into the
air where she landed smoothly and in a crouched position with her sword
protecting her flank.
"I am impressed,” I said.
“It is sad that we must oppose each other and even sadder
you must die, I was thinking you could serve me."
She ran at me once more, her blade whipping at fantastic
speeds so quickly that it made the air itself sting. This time she cut me twice
before I could even react. I touched at my throat and felt my life fluids course
through my body like quicksilver. The
blade truly must have been unique and must have been forged by a genius. However
my powers of recuperation easily healed the wounds, but I was now determined to
show my new attacker that Thanos was to be feared.
Our eyes met for perhaps the last time and in our glance the victor was
She struck me full and her blade drove completely through my
chest. I was even more impressed as
she demonstrated the strength to push it all the way to the hilt of the blade. A
small trickle of blood came from her mouth as I pulled her heart out of her body
from behind. I then allowed her to
gaze at it as I crushed it in my grasp, she looked surprised that I was still
alive with a sword driven completely through my physical form, however she must
have been unaware that Eternals are capable of moving vital organs with ease.
Even the lowest of Eternals possess such abilities.
She fought valiantly and her skills were unlike anyone I had
encountered before, her speed and fortitude were something to be noted and
cataloged for later retrieval. But then I heard the voice again, “Thanos,”
and then I was literally pulled from my very body and was in a great hall where
I saw my mother and Mistress Death, along with a gathering of some of the
universes most advanced life forms. My mind quickly adjusted as the being that
calls him the Tribunal spoke, “THANOS YOU HAVE BEEN SUMMONED TO HEAR THE
VERDICT FOR IT INVOLVES YOUR DNA.
“LORD CHAOS AND MASTER ORDER’S CHARGE CANNOT BE DENIED,
THE UNIVERSE MUST HAVE A BALANCE AND THE CELESTIAL DNA MUST HAVE ITS OPPOSITE SO
I AM PLACING THE COPY IN THE HANDS OF CHAOS AND ORDER FOR THEM TO DECIDE WHO
SHALL OPPOSE THANOS.
“FURTHER, SUI-SAN’S CONSCIOUSNESS WILL BE RETURNED TO THE
UNIVERSE WHERE HER GUILT FOR HER ACTIONS OF MANIPULATING HER SON’S LIFE SHALL
BE USED WHEN HE BECOMES ONE WITH THE COSMIC CUBE AND HE SHALL FACE DEFEAT IN
“AND ALL IN THE GATHERING SHALL FORGET WHAT TRANSPIRED THIS
DAY, SO AS NOT TO AVERT THE GRAND DESIGN.”
Continued in Thanos: Dead Men Tell No Tales #9
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