His sovereignty had been shaken. Dormammu, who had become a god in the Dark Dimension, could now be dragged from his throne by someone else.
He refused to acknowledge that flicker of fear within him.
"What do I want?" Seeing Dormammu suddenly become so agreeable, John rubbed his chin and considered. "Let's start with the first thing."
He smiled. "Change how you address me, Dormammu."
"The person standing before you isn't a thief."
"He is the king of the Wizarding Kingdom."
"You may call me the Wizard King."
John stared at Dormammu. "I can sense your fear of me."
"You're afraid, aren't you?"
He tore through Dormammu's inner defenses.
"Afraid I'll replace you."
He raised his right hand, and dark energy flowed over his fingertips.
Darkness stained John's pupils black. "Such an intoxicating power, isn't it?"
Dormammu said gravely, "Wizard, I can kill you."
"Not unless you destroy this dimension yourself." John gathered dark energy in his palm, condensing it into a purple flame, and chuckled. "Otherwise, this place will have only one king."
"Shall we guess which of us it prefers?"
He lifted a finger, and the dark energy stirred.
Dormammu saw it. The dark energy was welcoming him.
In this dimension, the desires of darkness would never cease.
Including its desire for a more suitable master.
Dormammu weighed his options.
"Wizard King, you've succeeded." Dormammu changed how he addressed him.
"You're very selfish, Dormammu." John glanced around and said flatly, "You occupy this dimension, yet you're so stingy that even your followers get nothing but scraps."
This dimension gave Dormammu eternal life and endless desire.
Dormammu would not abandon it, and John had no intention of becoming another Dormammu.
So he narrowed his eyes and laid out his terms. "Will you become an obsolete king, or a generous