i wandered lonely as a cloud, 'til i came upon this dirty street
Malos didn't have friends - hadn't then, and didn't now. He didn't even have allies. Humans were, unfortunately, more or less impossible to predict, in that way. He knew they'd always throttle towards destruction, but how and with who was anyone's guess.
Malos, the all-knowing...
Malos the all-knowing was stood in a repugnant alley lined with vomit and sludge - offensive to the physical, moral, and aesthetic taste - waiting for the closest thing he'd had to a rival (he'd discount the partner of destiny, unless...?) to get the hell up.
Not the Aegis. Not the Paragon.
Just two half-dead pieces of shit.