"No, no, no, times have changed, Dormammu!"
Josen shook his head on his floating throne and said, "You're the one coming to me to negotiate now. So state your terms, and I'll consider whether to agree."
Dormammu froze, and the corner of his mouth, formed from darkness, involuntarily twitched.
Ever since he had become a dimensional demon god, others had always begged him. He had never humbled himself to beg anyone else.
Doctor Strange (with a contemptuous smile): If time ran backward, you'd be slaughtering me while begging me to get the hell out!
"As for who I am," Josen sat squarely on the throne, smiled with nuclear-grade friendliness, and said at his leisure, "I'm the current Sorcerer Supreme of Earth's..."
Dormammu's eyes widened, and he roared, "What did you say?!"
Josen's expression remained unchanged as he continued, "...sworn brother!"
Dormammu: "..."
Josen wasn't making this up. That day at Kamar-Taj, the current Sorcerer Supreme, Wong, had specially procured two bottles of precious national liquor from his homeland to see him off... erguotou.
The two had downed eight hundred cups atop a snowy mountain, drinking until Wong's tongue grew thick!
With the mood just right and his blood running hot, Wong had straightforwardly proposed becoming sworn brothers with Josen.
Josen hadn't refused. It wasn't because he coveted Wong's lofty status as Sorcerer Supreme; he simply felt that this honest, good-natured mystic was worth befriending. The two had become sworn brothers on the spot, with different fathers, different mothers, and different surnames.
Closer than brothers by blood.
Dormammu knew nothing of these secrets, which were classified as top secret even at Kamar-Taj. Just hearing the title "Sorcerer Supreme" gave him a headache.
Leaving the more distant past aside, Dormammu had suffered at the hands of that shameless master-and-disciple pair, The Ancient