"God Eater?! Damn you, Deathstroke, what do you mean by bringing him before me?!"
Inside a prison in the Dark Dimension, Dormammu, imprisoned by his sister, bristled the moment he saw the demon God Eater. Of course, in his humanoid form, he was merely a man with a Blackfire skull for a head, so he did not actually have any hair to bristle.
"Don't panic, Dormammu. We have an agreement, and I'm not going to let him kill you." Deathstroke patted his shoulder. Flames carrying the power of the Dark Dimension clung to his hand, only to be rubbed out at once. "For one thing, the Dark Dimension is relatively close to where I placed Total New York. For another, I want to ask whether Chthon or Set have contacted you recently."
"Chthon? The last time I heard that name was billions of years ago. What, have they returned to this Earth, the only one left now?"
Huddled in the corner of his cage, Dormammu continued to watch God Eater warily. Back then, he had not practiced the Devouring Method. Instead, he had taken the path of transcending flesh and becoming Elemental Form. But who had not heard of God Eater's savage reputation?
Perhaps some people had not known in the past, but they were all dead. So even knowing that he was not on the menu, Dormammu was still a little rattled. After all, his sister had the crown now, and he was practically unable to command the Dark Dimension's power.
God Eater had no appetite for Dormammu. He ate flesh and blood, while the former owner of the Dark Dimension was merely a mass of fire. Even though they were old acquaintances, he had no intention of greeting him.
"Stop asking questions you already know the answer to.