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“Remember—knowing is half the battle. The other half is keeping your head, doing your duty, and looking out for the person next to you.”

“God of Symbiotes, God of the Void, the Living Abyss.” What you are, Knull, is a tyrant. You bind and destroy and chain everything that is not you until you are all that remains. But I -- 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒!

“One who knows the audacity such an act portrays.” The one called Warlock stepped out of the shadows and into the beam of light. “And who does not do so lightly. As I came to Strange many years ago now, I have come to you Victor Von Doom, with equally as grave a warning.”

His stoic face does not reflect the amusement he feels. “Yes?”

“I claim perfection, Doom, allow my ego a bit of stroking.” There was no smile despite the amusing tone his words could be taken with. He placed no emotion in them. “Perhaps, but you would be willing to do what Strange cannot. You are not known for moral compunction.”

“You have no means of entertainment available to you?” His ear is wet.

// They beating your ass in those QRTs, son

He found himself undeterred despite the less than amicable greeting he was given. “Then perhaps the self-serving will pique your interest. There is something coming, Doom, someone.” He raised his karmic staff, a red swirl manifesting as a visual aid. “He is returning.”

“Hm. I’m afraid I am not known for my ability to be fun.” Surely she isn’t considering anything criminal or otherwise immoral. Maybe?

“You flatter me as always.” He chuckled before finding himself snagged. “What would you like to do, hm?”

// Adam buff to his movement AND soul bond?!