Prologue
"My Lord, we have brought him." The Other bowed before his lord, his leader, his master.
Thanos turned around, smiling.
"Good." His voice dripped venom, insanity.
The Other shivered as he always did when the fear hit him; the fear of his lord.
"Get whatever information you can out of him; by whatever means necessary." Thanos continued, smiling out into space.
The Other bowed and left the presence of his master. He smirked, glad of the task set before him. Nothing would bring him more pleasure than to bring pain to the God of Mischief. He licked his lips in sweet anticipation. Silver Tongue would be reduced to a dribbling mess before the Other was done with him. He laughed at loud at the thought of all the fun he was going to have. He rubbed his hands together in glee before disappearing from sight.
