“…Cause she’ll never be like her Papa…None of ‘em will be” Creed said, his voice breaking.
Truth was never intended to be revealed. But just as Odin found ways to manipulate the creature from the power of his might, Hela’s aura affected the mutant and left him awash in unexpected comfort. Amber eyes continued to burn, but her introspective prompt coaxed his gaze looked beyond the deity before him and focused on the portal sheen behind her.
“… Their heart’s not in it. Never was. It ain’t the same…” He paused and smiled genuinely. “I don’t know why – an’ I’ve tried like hell ta’ figure it out – but they put up with me doin’ it. I can sweeten th’ pot most times with a few jokes fer’ her, or some cock fer’ him. Lay low to keep the peace even. But…they’re just…”
Creed spoke with a sudden pain, as if Logan’s claws just stabbed him in the heart.
“Maybe I could have held out a few more years…” the mutant sighed. The more he let honesty shape his words, the more it hurt. The crack in the bravado that made him such a charismatic father figure broke away, exposing the unforgiveable madman to the deity.
“I can’t go back ta’ killin’’ fer’ a check. Not with th’ Tesseract on my bones, and the bird giving me wings, an’ you in my back pocket. You three will grant me what I always wanted: a chance to snuff out the weak, an’ test th’ strong until they all break!”
Despite the rush of adrenaline that still came from killing so many Asgardians, Creed felt a cold air sweep over him ; the crushing truth that he’d sacrifice anyone in his quest for power and total dominance.
“You wanna play Step-Mom? Big Sis? Knock yerself out. All I know is…I want somebody ta’ watch over her. Been doin’ a shitty job at that lately, and with a few more kills under my belt, won’t be long before I start forgettin’ I’m s’posed ta…”
The Goddess should have expected this. The madman who attempted normality was doomed to be a lone wolf, killing in isolation. A woeful, inevitability omen that seemed impossible not to come to pass.