Marvel: Born in Fire!

"Skaar, get over here!" I yelled at my brother and watched as the grayish green Goliath walk over to my side.

"Sorry brother, I was merely curious."

"We are on a different planet Skaar, your curiosity might be warranted but so is caution." I said with a sigh as I patted my brother's arm, which was big enough to crush my head.

I was Hiro Kala; the son of Hulk who was born in blood and fire, scarred by priests. Though I used to be just an average Joe before I died.

Dying was unpleasant, so I have no interest in explaining the details of my death. But after I died, I met some not so average Joe who claimed herself to be a goddess that was going to reincarnate me into another world.

My first reaction was to lay down and try to sleep due to a distorted logic that if I went to sleep in a dream I would wake up in the real world. Self proclaimed goddess was not amused.

After she managed to convince me that it was not a dream and that I really had died, she gave me a sheet with options for my next life that suspiciously looked like a Waifu Catalog with only the mind control aspects removed. The goddess of my reincarnation was super lazy.

Even so, not one to look at the gift horse in the mouth; I filled the sheet and gave it back to her so that I could start my new life.

It would have been far nicer if my life didn't start by fucking burning!

It was my fault, deciding to be born as one of the villains so that I could prevent his atrocities and make a life for myself; I had decided to be reborn as the son of Hulk. The one who wasn't born a Hulk. Born when the bomb on Sakaar killed our mother Cairera Oldstrong and separated me from my brother.

Skaar had survived due to our mother protecting us with her Old Power and his own Hulk like physiology, I on the other hand survived due to mother's womb hardened by her power and me using the power I had within me along with the defenses I had purchased. It took me a while longer than Skaar to finally emerge from the fires of Sakaar and when I did I had been... disoriented. Disoriented enough when a mad shadow priest walked up to me, I did nothing and the bastard tattooed my face.

I knew that he thought he was doing the right thing, that me being branded would lead to my soul living forever after my death or some similar mumbo jumbo from his weird religion.

Hiro Kala of the original Earth-616 universe would have kept walking and then found by some barbarian who would enslave him. Starting a journey where he obtained the Old Power, decided that it should be purged from the universe, led to the death of several planets and finally die after trying to destroy earth but getting stopped by his father, brother and the rest of the Hulks.

I had no interest in that, I wanted my brother and help him avoid some less than pleasant decisions cause that was my duty as the older brother; completely ignoring the fact that he actually had gotten out of the womb first but that didn't matter.

I had three different templates of ridiculously powerful beings, so finding my brother hadn't taken that long. Convincing him to actually wear pants had actually taken longer.

My brother was a... simple creature when I met him. When he got hungry, he would eat. When he got tired, he would sleep. When he got mad, he would attack. That was pretty much it, but he started to... modernize(?) after our meeting. He understood that I was his brother, that I wanted to help him. It still took a while before he stopped growling but by the time our accelerated growth had reached to the point where he looked like a short version of our father with long hair, he could finally speak like a normal person. He didn't speak much to anyone who wasn't me though. Not even old Sahm.

Old Sahm had been a nice guy, a bit misguided and put too much stock in our blood as the sons of Hulk but he just wanted there to be a future for Sakaar; a future that the people were going towards under the rule of my father before he got betrayed by Miek.

Kinda felt bad about not caring about such a thing myself.

No, what I cared about was my family. My dumb brute of a brother had grown on me, I wouldn't let him be a pawn for anyone's schemes. For that, we would take the Old Power.

After a long journey with the locals who thought that we would save them, we ended up on the rock of something something whose name I could not be bothered to remember and we got the Old Power. Brother tested it first, by summoning a pillar of lava and using it to incinerate the red piece of shit that had planted the bomb that killed our mother.

I on the other hand, took a more... gentle approach to our new power. Using it to call out our mother, whose spirit dwelled in the planet.

It was... nice. Cairera may have been far too brutal by human standards, but I could see the love she held for us.

So of course everything went to shit.

No, shit wasn't enough to describe what happened.

Nothing could truly describe the Galactus!

Fucking Silver Surfer, claiming that Galactus could be sated for a very long time if he ate our planet that housed the Old Power. A nice line of thought for trillions who lived on other planets, not so much for the duo of champs whose mother's spirit lived in the planet.

I had... I had lost control, threatened the Surfer that if he didn't take Galactus away, I would blast him with Old Power and addict him to it. Making seek out planets with our power to sate himself while I would go on a quest to destroy dozens of planets for each of the hundreds he claimed that the sacrifice of our world would save.

I hadn't seen the look of fear on mother's face, but damn I felt it when she blasted me and my brother through a portal of her own creation. The look of agony in her eyes would forever haunt my dreams, so would the sight of Sakaar crumbling under the power of Galactus. And our mother with it.

Fortunately for the Surfer, I had been in front of my brother as we were blasted through the portal. If not I knew that Skaar would have tried to blast Galactus with Old Power, making him addicted to the energy just like I had threatened the Surfer.

And now we were here, on Earth. The home of our father.

"Come on Skaar, let's find our old man." I said with a sigh as I walked towards the random direction I had picked, followed by my grumpy brother.