Knull (Earth-616)/Quotes

Quiet! You want to know who I am, host? Let me show you. I am Knull. Lord of the Abyss. God of the Symbiotes.

Ha! You are a simple and trusting host, Edward Brock. I see why my child adores you so. But you have been lied to for so very long. What you think of as their homeworld, their planet... is nothing more than the largest horde of Symbiotes in the galaxy trying desperately to keep their greatest secret. An infinity of them churning and roiling endlessly around the one thing that binds them all... the hive mind they cannot do without. Do you see the shape of it now? Do you understand? There is no Planet of the Symbiotes. Klyntar is their word for cage. That is where I am right now, host. Where I have been sleeping for eons. I am there. Imprisoned. As I am here piloting this... what did your people call it? The Grendel? Thank you for releasing my other, Eddie Brock. Though I'm not sure how much you had to do with the choice... no doubt your symbiote has been reacting to my resurrection on late, no? I'm sure it all must be quite... overwhelming for you both... but all is well, child. Your God is awake. And God is coming. When this Grendel is complete... when I find its missing... parts... it will come for me. It will free me from my klyntar. From my cage. And then I will finish what I began. I will rid my dark kingdom of this invasive light once and for all... and I will start with Earth.

We have crept across the cosmos... dragging the shadows of our planet over the length of the galaxy, one planet at a time... like a death shroud. You... are... next.

Ah... I see my reputation precedes me... so I won't waste your time... I am going to kill your world.

⚞SIGH⚟ Honestly, how hard is it to kill one man?

Everyone will burn... and you will watch. You know the pain of All-Black, don't you? Well... now you've had the honor of being killed by its creator.

You... my Hive. My... rebellious children... you are special. Something new. They made you to destroy me. But... as you can see... that will not come to pass. Your champions have fallen. This planet is mine. And you... you have failed. But you need not die here like the rest. You are special to me. You are... in many ways... my son. I will give you the darkness. Together we will end this war. Join me... or I will burn this world to the ground.

That's the legacy of your kin, boy. You've had it wrong all this time. The Ebony Blade can only be wielded to its mightiest potential by those impure of heart.

Answer me, destroyer: do you want to conquer those who ostracized you? Reclaim what is yours? Our goals are the same. We want to bring the stillness of death to this galaxy. If you join with us... we will subjugate the stars, then retake your home... together.

I was...unrefined in those early days. And as such, the creation of the proto-symbiote was...unclean. To this day, the weaker of my creations carry the scars of their progenitor's birth inside of them. They still fear the fire of the forge...and the discordant and incessant noise of a Celestial hammer beating their will into something...wieldy. Into something...beautiful. My weapon forged, I set out to banish the bright and all that came with it. In time, my living blade would become known as All-Black. The Necrosword. The Godslayer.

When this Grendel is complete... when I find its missing... parts... it will come for me. It will free me from my klyntar. From my cage. And then I will finish what I began. I will rid my dark kingdom of this invasive light once and for all... and I will start with Earth.

Child...I am Knull. Lord of the abyss. God of the symbiotes. The darkness inside of you? That darkness bows to me. I am the void.

Ah, I see. The Exoteric Latitude. I believe I remember this now. I used it as a dumping ground for my failed experiments. I'm sorry, child. You have spent your life thinking you were cursed... I'm afraid it wasn't anything so dramatic... you were born from my trash.