Typical of men, Creed’s eyes dropped to her breasts and all exposed flesh as the Empress of Eternity emerged. Her presence was magnificent as other Asgardian’s of note he encountered. When she spoke, the chess match between them began.
“You had my interest until you attempted to force my allegiance through fear. ”
“An’ yet, yer’ here. Howdy.” He grinned.
"I have known all that fear has to offer, warrior. I do not fear you nor anything you think to offer."
“But I reckon to figure yer’ just a smidge curious on why I wanted to talk, instead of… Well, y’know…” He paused, quickly glancing to Tyr’s corpse. When he looked back at Hela, Creed made gushing and gurgling noises as he waved his thumb across his own neck.
Sabretooth paced the room, intent on encircling her form. Eyes narrowed to sinister slits as he spoke with a rasp and commonplace rumble. His tone revealed madness, and pain from centuries ago.
“If what I hear about ‘cha is true, then my Hunt will never end! With you, I’ll have everything I need to become the true apex of predators in this whole fuckin’ galaxy! I will be in complete control of the life of my prey… The only one who will know of their struggle to survive…and the only one to savor their inevitability!”
As he spoke, Victor Solomon Creed had flashes of every kill he ever made, until he reached the very first one: his parents. Arguably, they were the ones that led to the creation of this monster.
“Now, let’s talk perks fer’ joining Team Creed!” he with a sudden lack of aggressive posturing. “There’s complementary killin’ on yer’ behalf, courtesy of yer’s truly! You’ll get a couple of lemon bars every month from my little girl. Y’know, appreciation an’ whatever, cause I bet ya’ll will be joined at the hip. She needs some chicks in her life, I think. Better off with folks who can do th’ shit she does. Speakin’ of which, Lokes an’ Pixie may hit it off with ya’, too. Whatever; point is, ya’ get new friends, treats, an’ th’ satisfaction of knowin’ yer’ on the winning side of whatever wars we start up!”