"But that was before! Now you're no longer qualified, traitor. I'll turn you into a cockroach!"
Old Man God was already standing before Deathstroke, the two of them floating in midair. Even the breeze could not disperse his damp, rotten breath. "Like the Jews who once betrayed me, you can only drink filthy sewage and eat stone cakes baked with dried cow dung, forever! I will not forgive traitors like you. You will suffer forever, living among mankind as a target for everyone's scorn, trampled at will by the humans you wanted to protect!"
"Oh, I'm so scared."
Deathstroke made a gesture of digging at his ear, looking utterly confident as he wiped his pinky on the Cloak behind him. "What about my Dark Concepts? My Quantum Concepts? And the Origin Concept I acquired recently? You don't want them anymore? I'm not going to hand them over obediently. We still have to fight. You could deceive Elaine, but do you think you can deceive me? You're no match for me. Fine, I won't pretend anymore. I'll lay my cards on the table. I'll stand right here and let you hit me three times. If I take even one step back, I lose."
"You're talking a bit too much. That proves you're feeling guilty, Deathstroke."
But the Old Man smiled. Rather than attacking at once, he slowly rolled up the wide sleeves of his white robe. "You're acting very confident, but perhaps you still don't know that I saw every part of your discussion with Elaine. Her eyes are, in truth, also my eyes."
Girl God was indeed a God, but she was still Michael's daughter, and that archangel had been created by Old Man God.
Since Michael's blood still flowed through her, it was only natural that the Old Man