"That Purple Potato Thanos has neither looks nor popularity. Nobody wants to see him."
Wade spoke with utter disdain. How could a character without even a solo movie compete with him? He had both his own comic series and his own movies. He was a bona fide fan favorite.
"However unpopular he is, it's still better than being as irritating as you."
Death snarked, then said, "Anyway, you can't reach Demon King level later than Homelander. You don't want him beating you senseless one day, do you?"
"That's impossible. Homelander is nowhere near as popular as me. How can a TV show compete with a movie?"
Wade spoke arrogantly. Death couldn't be bothered with him and left him to build up his strength. Of course, the Death Space that had taken so much effort to create couldn't go to waste, so Death took it to Hell for Homelander to train in.
Then Death saw Homelander fighting Soldier Boy, with neither able to gain the upper hand. Next, the Succubus Queen called Homelander into her palace. And after that, Homelander was kicked out.
The Succubus Queen cursed furiously. "You're handsome and a superhero, so I thought I'd try something new. And you lasted three seconds?"
"Three seconds?"
The demons stared at Homelander, dumbfounded. Was he trying to set a record in Hell? His face flushed red as he shouted, "Bullshit! I'd rather die than submit! Stop slandering me!"
With that, Homelander turned and flew away. It was too humiliating. He used to last over ten seconds. Why had it dropped to three this time?
Death was speechless, unsure whether to laugh or cry. With a sigh, Death reflected that none of them except Thanos ever made things easy.
That was precisely the problem. Thanos was dependable and very helpful, yet Death