Post by mitchcrane on Jun 15, 2011 19:19:21 GMT -5
A long time in the making, sorry for the delay. Here's a preview for issue 7 of Exiles.
Exiles#7: lantern's Light
Universe 1206. The Blackness of Deep Space.
Death was not a new sensation to the man known as Thanos, nor was it one her feared. Each time the life faded from his powerful form, his beloved, Death herself, would welcome him into her arms like a lover returning from war. This time though, things were different; there was no warm welcome, no comforting light, nothing. There was only the cold loneliness of space.
It was clear his beloved had shunned him due to his failure. He had deliberately freed Galactus from Annihilus’ doomsday weapon, ending the Annihilation War and saving billions of lives. Surely this displeased Death, resulting in the Titan’s spirit floating listlessly beside his own corpse rather than being accepted into the afterlife.
The spectre cried out in despair but his ghostly voice had no substance. He screamed in rage and begged Death to accept him before focusing his incredible will in an attempt to relocate his spirit to a more suitable location. Instead a tear formed in the fabric of reality, not unexpected considering the death energies radiating from his form and his attempt to bend reality.
From within the tear came a small black item, a ring, flying like a bullet towards his corpse. A foreboding voice accompanied the ring, one devoid of any emotion.
“Thanos of Titan. RISE.”
Exiles#7: lantern's Light
Universe 1206. The Blackness of Deep Space.
Death was not a new sensation to the man known as Thanos, nor was it one her feared. Each time the life faded from his powerful form, his beloved, Death herself, would welcome him into her arms like a lover returning from war. This time though, things were different; there was no warm welcome, no comforting light, nothing. There was only the cold loneliness of space.
It was clear his beloved had shunned him due to his failure. He had deliberately freed Galactus from Annihilus’ doomsday weapon, ending the Annihilation War and saving billions of lives. Surely this displeased Death, resulting in the Titan’s spirit floating listlessly beside his own corpse rather than being accepted into the afterlife.
The spectre cried out in despair but his ghostly voice had no substance. He screamed in rage and begged Death to accept him before focusing his incredible will in an attempt to relocate his spirit to a more suitable location. Instead a tear formed in the fabric of reality, not unexpected considering the death energies radiating from his form and his attempt to bend reality.
From within the tear came a small black item, a ring, flying like a bullet towards his corpse. A foreboding voice accompanied the ring, one devoid of any emotion.
“Thanos of Titan. RISE.”
If you'd like to toss some ideas around or looking for a co-writer maybe then I am always available I'd hate to see this title go on hiatus . . . Of course wouldn't want you to write something when it stopped being fun. I will be jumping on your other titles soon, I've had so much going on I haven't read much lately, or written for that matter.
