I AM THE STORM.

namor with women: my beautiful lady the pleasure is all mine to bask in your beauty that rivals the moonlit sea on a starry night please excuse me if i cant take my eyes off you you are simply the most stunning creature in existence did i mention im a king i could make you my queen ill take you to my underwater palace perhaps we should go there now if you would permit the honor

Once, not long ago, he’d been willing to pay any price to see the world remain intact, to fight against the destruction of their reality as long as he helped destroy others. Somewhere among all the screams, the oceans of blood he waded through, the king had grown weary. No more needless slaughter. “If I am to entertain such a thought, Namor will not be your puppet. I will not raise my fist against another to further your glory, nor will I bow and scrape to feel as if you are my salvation. You will tell me your price now and then I will decide what it is worth.” 

More honeyed words, poured into his ear as if to soothe his wounded heart. There was no balm that could heal it, no force in this world or beyond that could cleanse his sins. He wanted no pity, but here at the end of the world, at the end of the line he was…adrift, uncertain. He disliked the feeling intensely. He uttered a weary sigh. “What would you have of me?”