"You seem a little unhappy?"
After bidding farewell to the two gods, the pair left the little pavilion. Deathstroke slung an arm around Agamotto's neck as they walked through the garden, grinning as he asked. He even pawed at the bald man's face, pinching open his mouth like he was checking a beast's teeth and arranging it into the crooked smile of the Dragon King. "You're getting married. That's a good thing. Smile a little—why so serious? Hee hee, heh heh, hahahahahaha."
The matchmaking had succeeded, so of course Su Ming had reason to be happy. He simply wanted to laugh.
"Just wait, Deathstroke. See how I settle the score with you later! I am one of the Vishanti, a god you should respect! You actually arranged a marriage for me—you've turned the natural order upside down!"
He even knew idioms. Agamotto, who was decidedly unhappy, tried to shake off Deathstroke's arm to make his stance clear. But to his astonishment, he could not break free at all. Deathstroke was overwhelmingly stronger than him through sheer physical strength alone.
Was this even a human? Even with Symbiotes added in, it should not have been like this.
For a moment, he was left stunned, unsure what to say.
Su Ming paid no attention to that sort of bluster. Agamotto's way of speaking and his expressions might be excessively cool and arrogant, but at heart he was still a benevolent god—perhaps even the most simple and honest of the Vishanti Three.
That was no reason to indulge him and let him spout nonsense, though. Su Ming was not his father.
Actually, that was not quite right. Agamotto had no father. He was somewhat like the God Eater: the former was a creation Oshtur had molded from her own concept, while the latter