A Sacrifice
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Space was quiet.
Too quiet.
Galactus stood far off, slowly recovering his wounds, the battle paused by mutual devastation.
And in the distance, drifting like a broken feather into the yawning void, was Aiden.
His small body, stripped of its monstrous armor, floated unconscious… bruised, torn, breath faint. ea
The Abyss flickered off him like dying embers.
Then—
A thunderclap.
A golden rift in space cracked open—
And Thor burst through it like a meteor.
His cape was torn to shreds.
One eye swollen shut.
His chestplate shattered.
Mjolnir cracked.
He looked like death—
—but still, he flew.
Grunting, bleeding, breathing like every breath might be his last, the God of Thunder reached for the boy falling into the eternal dark.
He caught him.
Gently.
Cradled against Thor's massive arm, Aiden's form looked so small… so fragile.
Thor hovered there for a moment, staring down at the child-hero.
His eye shimmered—not with pain, but something deeper. Something prouder.
"...You mad little warrior…" he muttered, his voice ragged but full of awe.
"You fought a god."
He looked at Aiden's scorched face, the faint pulse in his neck. The way even in unconsciousness, his body tried to protect itself with fading scales and instinctive energy.
"You gave everything," Thor whispered.
"You stood when all others fell."
He smiled bitterly, wincing.
"Midgard has known many champions. But none... none so young, and none so fearless."
Thor's arms trembled as he slowly turned—carrying Aiden across the void, his body shuddering under the strain of wounds, exhaustion, and gravity.
"Sleep now, lad," he said. "You've earned your place among the gods."
Suddenly—
A silver streak.
Too fast.
Too close.
The stars behind them warped—
And the Silver Surfer tore through the void, trailing cosmic light as he zeroed in on Aiden.
Thor's instincts flared.
"—NO!" he bellowed, spinning mid-flight, shoving Aiden behind him and planting his feet on the invisible wind of space.
His cracked Mjolnir rose—
His muscles, already torn and trembling, surged once more.
"If you dare..." Thor growled, barely able to stay afloat, "…if you DARE come for the boy, you'll go through me."
A thin trail of blood rolled down his lip.
But he didn't flinch.
The Surfer came within inches—
Then—
Stopped.
The board halted with inhuman precision, silver energy flaring in waves.
The Surfer stood upright, his expression unreadable. The cosmos shimmered off his skin.
For a long moment…
Silence.
Thor narrowed his eye, not lowering his hammer.
The Surfer raised an open palm—not in threat… but in peace.
"I did not come to harm him," the Surfer finally said, voice as smooth as starlight.
He looked past Thor—at the unconscious boy.
Then to Thor himself.
"I came... to honor him."
Thor, still panting, didn't move. But after a second longer...
He let out a breath.
"What is it that you aim to do?" Thor spat, fire still in his words despite his broken frame. "How will you HONOR him?! Aren't you the enemy?!"
He stepped forward, blood trailing from his mouth. "He may have given you a second chance… but not I! I do not forget the screams of the dying!"
The Silver Surfer didn't flinch.
His chrome hand lifted—not to threaten, but to swear.
"The boy has made Galactus speak my world into sparedom," he said, voice a solemn thunder. "The mighty Galactus… never goes back on his word. And yet, for him… he has."
He looked up at the World-Eater, that towering god of hunger, still glowing, still healing.
"He has set me free, Thor. From millennia of servitude. From the voices of the billions I silenced."
The Surfer looked over his shoulder, just once, at Aiden's unconscious form.
"Tell the boy…" he said softly, "when he wakes up…"
His eyes narrowed with purpose.
"…that he MUST defeat Galactus. He has to."
And with that—
He vanished.
Not teleported—launched, silver light exploding in his wake as he rocketed through the void, straight toward the cosmic giant.
Galactus turned.
"So be it… traitor."
A massive hand surged forward—but too slow.
The Surfer danced between the fingers, a streak of vengeance.
He began to circle Galactus, carving through space at speeds no eye could follow, generating a maelstrom of power around the Devourer of Worlds. His board burned with energy—a silver comet weaving around a dying star.
"You fed me power with every world I helped you consume!" the Surfer shouted, streaking past Galactus's arm and striking his neck with a sonic boom. "You forged me to carry your hunger—your gifts! Now…"
He twisted in the air, spiraling downward.
"TAKE THEM BACK!"
BOOM!
He struck Galactus dead-center in the chest—the core of his cosmic being.
The impact shook the stars.
A golden fracture burst across Galactus' armor, a glowing crack over his heart.
"AGHHHHHHHHHH!"
Galactus screamed, for the second time in the battle.
Pain—true pain.
The Silver Surfer was there, impaled halfway inside the titan's core, his body broken, but alive—just long enough to finish it.
"You gave me these gifts to serve you," he rasped.
His body began to glow—not with his own power, but the residue of thousands of worlds he had helped destroy. It began to surge back, pouring into Galactus in reverse. A power he had divided to control…now returned all at once, violently, uncontrollably.
"Take them back..." the Surfer whispered, light bleeding from his body.
And then—
"DIE WITH THEM!"
A blast erupted.
A thousand suns in a single breath.
The explosion wasn't bright—it was black, filled with the weight of galaxies.
A reverse supernova, folding light and force into Galactus' core.
The World-Eater staggered, for the first time in millennia.
His armor cracked. His glow flickered. His systems convulsed.
He roared—
"TRAITOR!! YOU WERE MY CREATION!"
But it was too late.
The Silver Surfer was gone.
Atomized in the very heart of the being that enslaved him.
Silence returned.
Galactus, shaking, still stood. He had not fallen. He had not died. But his body smoked. His power was… weakened.
He clenched his remaining hand, staring into the void where the Surfer had vanished.
"You… cursed me with honor…"
And far below, on the ruined rim of Earth's orbit, Thor stared up.
The explosion had caused the rift of time to fracture slightly.
And with it…
Earth had been spared.
Twenty-four hours.
A single day bought with the death of a hero.
The gift returned.
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