“–AND APPARENTLY, YOUR LIFE MATTERS TO YOU EVEN LESS SO THAN YOUR FREEDOM DOES.”

why did this D E M O N keep antagonising him was a mystery. his enormous fingertips began to glow subtly, scorchingly hot with the power cosmic that entrapped the hellspawn on the vast hollow of his palm. he was right, galactus did what he willed; but even as a limitless cosmic entity, sometimes he found that he was bound to listen.

“WHY DO YOU COME HERE, BEFORE THE MIGHTY GALACTUS? ARE YOU SIMPLY BORED WITH YOUR HIDEOUS PURSUITS, OR NO LONGER WELCOME IN THE FOUL REALM WHENCE YOU CAME?” 

_{“i’m always welcome back home.” a truth that disgusted him most of the time, but the demon would never let that be known. no matter what he was or who he chose to be… he always knew that he could go back there. sometimes… he wished he stayed, but that was rare.} 

_{no, ky didn’t want to go back; it may have felt nice, but he enjoyed earth far too much than where his family was. something… that he’d have to work on eventually. “however, that doesn’t mean i’m bored or that i wish to go back.”}

_{he attempted to find the right word for why he was here. amusement was one, but it wasn’t entirely accurate. nor was boredom – all the same… he thought it didn’t matter. not entirely at least. “I’m… searching for something.”}