I don't know if anyone will ever read this, but I recently lost my best friend and I want to talk about him. Not about the human he was, but the Celestial he was. The Dragon he was. The Grand Master and Marvel superhero, the King of the Stellar Nebula.

David and I met in eighth grade, and became best friends by the end of the year. By ninth grade we had created a world between us that would consume the rest of our time together. He was a shining beacon of hope to billions on different planets in our world. Q warrior king, a god to some, a brother to me. I was the world breaker, killer of civilization. I was the Dark and evil to his light and goodness. Cliche, I know. But it worked for us. I was his one man army when he needed it and his loving friend when he asked for it.

We did so much together. Raised families alongside each other, our children raised as cousins rather than kids of two friends. He was my opposite in so many ways and I would give my own life if I could have him back again. We fought wars, solved crisis, watched each other get married, even created children together, test tube wise, to see if his light could live in harmony with my darkness.

He helped me through dark times both irl and in world. And I did the same for him, as much as I could. I could never truly tell anyone how much he meant to me, both irl and in world.

If anyone reads this, please know that David Dracor, King of Dragons, King of Celestials, King of the Stellar Nebula, Grand Master of the Jedi Order, Brother of Kjhalsio Hatna the World Breaker, was the finest man I have ever or will ever know in my lifetime.