Atlantis
10000 Years Ago
The flames on his head burning bright, a cold look in his eyes, Dormammu stared into eyes of the Lantean council that would determine his fate. Both the Lanteans and The Asgardians were staring at him with a look of fear. That pleased him. Even if they had restrained him, he was still a threat in their eyes.
"Dormammu, for your crimes against civilizations and species, you are brought before us today. You have cost the lives of many people in your petty war. A war which is still being fought to this day because of your thirst for power. The Wraith continue to attack us despite their leader being in our custody." The tall Lantean woman looked at him with disgust. They were not certain where he came from, but the Lanteans knew they could not let such a creature have it's freedom any longer. If it weren't for the threat of the Wraiths, they would likely execute the Dread Lord, as he styled himself.
"Good. The minions have finally decided they like power. Let them take this galaxy, it means nothing to me. I have much bigger plans than this galaxy." His tone was smug and condescending, his demeanor that of a king.
"Silence, Dark One. Your machinations are of no concern to us. Our concern is for the well-being of the peoples of this galaxy. Your freedom is a threat to it, but your death would be a bigger threat to us. We cannot allow you to live, yet we cannot kill you. Therefore you shall be imprisoned for all eternity in a stasis chamber, where you cannot live but will be unable to die." The Asgardians on the council started chattering among themselves but they seemed to agree with the decision.
"Eternity is a long time, Lanteans. I will be resurrected eventually, if only because no power source is that strong. But I promise you, these people you hold so dear in this and other galaxies are doomed. I will return, and with my return, the universe will fall to my feet." Dormammu was taken away by a force of Asgardians and driven into a stasis chamber. Before the chamber closed on him, he managed to get one last menacing laugh out.
"Let us hope that he is wrong. Bury the pod deep beneath one our repositories in the Milky Way. Let us hope that we can win this war so that we may forever protect the universe from his darkness." The Lantean woman turned and went back to the classrooms where she belonged, where her work called her.
