Mephisto was sitting on the throne of Hell with his legs crossed, reading a new contract, when he suddenly jolted. He looked suspiciously from side to side, and the demon guard beside him immediately turned and asked, "What is it, Your Majesty?"
"No, nothing. Why do I sense the presence of the Iron God? Hasn't he been gone for a long time?"
Mephisto frowned, his eyes darting about. "There have been fewer membership gifts lately. The Demon Gods have practically all been picked clean. What is the Iron God doing out now? Did they find a new target?"
Mephisto immediately rose from his throne. After looking around, he rubbed his hands together and said, "If they think they can keep this feast to themselves, they've got another thing coming. Go call those old buddies of mine. We'll go take a look together!"
"Oh, and don't call Dormammu. If he gets any fatter, he won't even be able to walk. He should stay put and digest."
With that, Mephisto vanished from Hell. The demon guards spread the word, notifying several of Mephisto's former dining companions, and they all rushed toward the Iron God.
The moment Mephisto arrived, he was dumbfounded. Directly ahead of him stood the enormous phantom of an Iron God, glaring furiously. To its left was a dazzling silver-white figure, backed by an endless mechanical army, while the surrounding space was littered with planetary wreckage.
The cold gleam of machinery flickered like a polar ice field, illuminating the entire expanse of space. The colossal Iron God seemed like an ancient deity descended upon this place, its massive body spanning the cosmos, the light swirling between its eyes enough to dim the stars.
Ultimate Iron Man, leading the mechanical army, showed no weakness as he charged toward the enormous phantom.