"Have you made up your mind?"
Su Ming figured the time was about right. If Faltine refused, he would simply find another demon god to work with.
The Old Ones were too muddled in the head to negotiate terms, but the Black Dragon King could. Though the Black Dragon King was despicable, shameless, and utterly untrustworthy, and would likely go back on his word, he was powerful enough—and reckless enough.
As long as part of the Dark Dimension was used as a bargaining chip, it was not impossible for him and the Dragon King to defeat Dormammu from within and without.
Once it was done, he could immediately turn on him, help Umar take power, add Magik's Limbo to the mix, and drag the Vishanti into it. Even Faltaris would have no way to deal with Deathstroke wielding the Time Stone.
The only problem was that this plan did not maximize the benefits. It would offend plenty of people, and, more importantly, he did not want to become too closely bound to the Vishanti.
Even though Oshtur among the Vishanti was an Earth Ancient God, Agamotto and Hoggoth did not possess even a trace of humanity. Pure order was all they desired. The Vishanti were demon gods who pursued balance.
They were a gang of demon gods. Among demon gods, there were only those slightly friendlier than their peers—none who truly stood on humanity's side.
The Vishanti protected Earth, not humanity. It did not matter if humanity went extinct as long as Earth remained. Even if Earth's next masters were rats or insects, they could still choose a new Sorcerer Supreme.
Faltine formed a line of words: "Umar cannot be trusted."
Su Ming curled his lip, lit another cigarette, and leaned against the greatsword to rest. "If you trusted Umar