I'd Write It Like This. After a particularly disappointing massacre, Thanos feels that he will never win enough of Death's love to match his love for her, never total devotion to rival his own. He leaves Death's side, despondent. Used to treating the universe's constants as his peers, he goes on a Starlin-esque rampage to destroy Love herself as vengeance, a quest for some cosmic device or another designed for that very purpose. On the way, he mixes it up with everyone from old foes like Adam Warlock and the Silver Surfer to a bewildered and outmatched Spider-Man, with each battle book-ended by tales of love and loss in the lives of Thanos's foes. An Englehart-ian romance tale between two incidentally involved normal human characters runs through the entire book, mirroring Thanos's own despair and desire. Finally, Thanos gets his hand on the doohickey he needs, and after temporarily besting some of the cosmos' most powerful beings, he holds the mortal Macguffin to Love's throat. But a spectral hand stays his own. It is Death, and she does not wish this. Why, she does not - cannot? - will not? - say. But it is enough for Thanos. He opens his hand. The device falls to the ground. As he disappears, arm in arm with Death, a sneer crosses his face. Or is it a smile? Even Uatu, the Watcher, does not know.
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