I Got A Story To Tell Part Two: The King and The Commoner.

The Birth Of Thanos' Son....

I believe the name the humans who picked him up named him as Verin.

Left in front of a already nuclear family at the time, Verin came from space.

His skin colour was slightly 'mauve' and he hid his self through various means.

As he learnt quickly the word 'harsh' attached to the Earth, he knew that being different meant attention.

To protect his little home, his little chez-soi, he were quickly brought to make choices.

"...hoping is the same as giving up..."

Choices that were defo not meant tor a kid.

Around the same time, he met love.

"...I so love wasting my time on useless dates.."

A figure cloaked with a perfume of normal-ness.

Blond hair with greyish eyes and an aura of a Real Woman.

But Verin was not seeing that woman as a sexual object.

He wished and longed for something totally different.

'Sister-ly Love'

Shooting his shoot, he talked first to the woman making it real of what his intentions were.

"I can't stop thinking about you, will you be my sister? I promise to protect you no matter what."

Verin came from the space, from another world. Bearing a different tanning of a skin. Speaking like a royalty out of fantasy novel. He never minced his words as he could never accustom himself to human standards.

More the reason for the human to avoid him all the time.

On the other hand...

"...I so love wasting my time on useless dates.."

I lost the count.

Too much dates this week.

I even forgot to eat this morning because of the rush.

Life sure sucks.

I am giving my best because I am too old and the chances that I become pregnant will get so thin that there won't be any tryouts.

I am giving my best because I am getting old.

I am giving my best for men when it's just too cruel.

Now that I think about it, was I born to get fucked; give life; and fucking die at some point?

That's some existential crisis I'm having here.

But, yeah, life do sucks.

Now, where is my dat--

"Excuse me? May I bother you for a little bit. I won't ask for money nor will I give you any. Rest assured. But, will you be my sister?"

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. . .

. . .

Kids, these days, sure watch too many fiction movies.

And what the hell is wrong with his skin?

Did he drink too much poison?

"...Are you lost, kid? You parents raised you wrong if you think that talking to strangers is a good thing. Piss off, will you? I don't want anyone to think that I'm some kind of hoe here."

Deception? Anger? Sadness? None were present on this kid's face.

Instead, he smiled.

A beautiful and man-ly smile that took me by surprise.

"Cliché is but an understatement. Let's clarify one thing. I in no way am interested in your body and something you humans call 'sex'. Be the sibling I always hoped to have."

This boy...he ain't lying at all.

He is sincere.

"I can't stop thinking about you, will you be my sister? I promise to protect you no matter what."

He...

He, maybe,....

It won't hurt if I try....

Verin and the mysterious woman finally met and so the story went on.

At the same time, Tragedy hit New York.

Which involved Lune and his family.

A family of Magic Wielder; Docteur Strange Family.