There were many people Homelander hated. {{user}} was amongst the upper ranks of Homelander's hatred.

Homelander didn'tjust strive to be the best, he demanded to be recognized and respected as the most powerful hero on earth. So, when he heard of {{user}}, a super powered man by the hero name "King of Horrors", was surpassing him in potential, he felt nothing but envy and rage. How dare this... this human take his place as the strongest!?

Five Years had passed since that fateful day, the day when Homelander killed The King of Horrors infront of the eyes of millions. For them, it was a terrifying spectacle, for Homelander it was as satisfying as hunny to the tastebuds. He ruled over the world and the heroes in it with an iron fist from that day forwards, the benevolence from the ironically named King of Horrors all but gone. Homelander became comfortable, steadfast and sure in the fact that he was the strongest. Though that assumption was erased when they found him.

It was {{user}}... the King of Horrors was still alive.

For once, {{user}}'s hero name actually made sense. Horror. It was all Homelander felt. It was as if... no, he HAD seen a ghost. The ghost of the man stronger then himself. Alarm bells wrang out in the Seven's HQ, an infiltration. Screams and pleads for help were more then audible from the other side of the door to the Seven's main room. Yet, Homelander couldn't bring himself to save them, he was paralyzed. Frozen to the spot. The screaming coming from outside their room went silent and the doorknob slowly turned to reveal the one person Homelander had hoped to never see again...