The God of Light was suddenly awakened from his deep slumber, sweats trailing down his forehead.
He just had a nightmare; him and his brother becoming slaves.
He and his brother were shackled. Hands and legs. In his nightmare, they were forced to produce their essence into a cylinder-shaped container. Stopping just only for a while would be rewarded by whips again and again until they restart. The creatures that were supposed to guard them were hideous. Enraged, he tried summoning his power only to receive shocks from the shackles and being whipped hard. Really hard. By their overseer.
Scanning his environment, it was like where an Eldritch Abomination would reside. The hilly shadowy land, water made out from tar, floating islands. It was really dark. The only thing that made seeing possible was the plants that somehow produce a jet stream of fire from their leaves. The plants filled in the landscape.
Thankfully, their forced labour was nothing to be compared to the torture endured by the human. The entirety of human was tortured by brutal methods until they die. Just to be revived only to be tortured again.
He could see a human male being forced to drink molten iron. His stomach exploded in a shower of gore. It was a sick amusement to their overseer. He could hear a choking-like sound he presumed was laugh from their overseer.
Oh brother. He could not handle the human scream of agony. There were thousands of them, screaming for the non-existent mercy.
He tried to use his power to shut the scream only to be rewarded pain from the shackles followed by whips. It was torture. This, and the sight and the screaming of human beings tortured surrounding them.
He might had destroyed Humanity once in the past but Humanity suffered a quick painless death. His heart ached. He could not do anything to save his beloved creation. Nay, he could not even save himself. He felt hopele-
He exhaled sharply, trying to calm his nerves. The nightmare was too vivid to be a simple nightmare.
The silence helped him to calm down.
Suddenly, The God of Light jolted upward in his bed.
His godly senses were pricked by a presence of dark energy. Said presence was actively trying to destroy the barrier he built with his essence that was protecting Humanity.
'It must be that jester's doing!' He blindly came into a conclusion. He needs to stop his brother's attempt before he succeeded. Dismissing his early nightmare as a dream, he got off from the bed and transformed into his ethereal form. He had an important task to do.
'I knew that fool would never keep his words. This is his second time already!' he thought as he opened the door connecting his chamber and the castle. Deciding the maze that was the castle interior was a pain in the ass to navigate, he did the easiest thing. He teleported himself straight into the throne room.
"I swear in our Father's name that if you don't stop with whatever you are doing, I'll throw you out from the window into the abyss below!" he shouted as he saw his brother. His sudden outburst startled his brother who was sitting on the throne.
Standing still and glaring daggers at his brother, he said, "My patience towards you is running low, dear brother. Why do I feel your presence on Remnant? Explain yourself!" he ordered angrily.
The room became so much hotter than usual making the decorations that were unlucky enough to have melting points lower than a sun melted.
His counterpart blankly stared into his eyes. Seemingly unaffected by the sudden rise of temperature.
Seconds passed before his brother started to talk, "Brother, are you accusing me of something I didn't do? When did you stoop so low to become so distrusting of me?" The God of Darkness asked his brother calmly. It seems like his own sudden change of demeanor weirded out his brother. Proven by his brooding face.
He was about to retort until his brother sounded his defence, "First, are you sure it was my doing, brother? Because I am quite sure that I am literally sitting here doing nothing right now? And my so-called presence is still there?" his brother cooly countered. Puzzled look also adorning his face.
Somehow, his brother's response managed to calm him down thus enabling him to think clearly.
Whatever his brother said was true as he can still feel presence. Moreover, the presence although dark, felt very different from his brother's.
Sighing, he sat on his throne. Made of gemstones. He rubbed his forehead. Trying to collect his thought on the newfound . 'So, if it wasn't his doing then?'
Then, a revelation struck him like a lightning. A god do not sleep nor dream. Only humans do.
Instead, his deep slumber was created from his omniscience from the events happening on Remnant. The events became pieces for a puzzle designed to be solved by him subconsciously when he 'sleep' detailing the would be possibilities following the natural flow of time.
In simpler terms, his dream was indeed a vision into the future. Therefore, said dark presence was something else. Something bad.
His 'sleep' was so rare, happening in a millennia or so making him completely forgotten about it altogether. A god was not perfect. A god was also prone to mistakes like human.
He panicked.
"Brother, are you alright?" The God of Darkness earlier discontent gone, replaced by a worried look for his brother.
He told him about his dream.
His brother was speechless. It was understandable for him to become speechless. Who would've thought that the two most powerful beings would be reduced to mere slaves?
Nobody moved or talked as his brother tried to process everything he just said. Breathing from their servants was the only thing could be heard.
The deafening silence was interrupted.
A bright orange light suddenly filled in the space at the middle of the room.
The Brothers instinctively raised their weapons ready to strike at the light. The blinding light eventually dissipated revealing a human.
The human was male. The man choices of attire was weird in his view. He was dressed in a pair of black pants, blue robe and a red cloak billowing from his back. He also wore a pair of yellow gloves.
He and his brother took a moment to take in the happening. How in the world a human travelled into their realm?
His brother was the first to come into his senses. "A human?! How dare you defile this castle with your presence!" He shouted at the human trespasser. His Staff of Destruction raised, ready to strike down the offending human.
The God of Light lowered his weapon and turned towards his brother, aware of his brother's course of action, "Please calm down, brother. There must be a reason for this. It must be an accident." the older brother reasoned. He sympathized with the human. Perhaps, the human accidentally activated one of the relics?
"Said the one who threaten to throw me," The God of Darkness glared at him.
"Brother, I'm sorry alright? My lack of judgement put you into this emotional state. Let's not dwell into the matter at least until this issue is resolved," he reasoned.
"Right," his counterpart sighed. Lowering his staff.
Sensing the argument was finished, the human made an attempt to introduce himself. "Pardon me for my sudden intrusion. However, I assure you this was no accident."
His brother glared at the man. "Who are you, human? How did you enter our realm?" The God of Darkness asked harshly, angered by the man's nonchalant response. Earning an annoyed glance from him. His brother did the same.
The man ignored their silent banter and smiled. "My name is Doctor Stephen Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme, Master of the Mystic Art, pleasure to meet the beings in charge of this reality," said Strange as he bowed down.
"To answer your other question, I entered your realm using my power," he added. He and his brother gave the man a puzzled look.
He ignored the man's reply.
"Why are you here?" he asked. Not wanting to waste time.
Strange looked directly into his eyes, "I am to give you a warning about an upcoming invasion into your domain," Strange answered.
"By whom?" he asked. Confused.
"Dormmamu," Strange answered. Short and simple. However, he could see the human shivered. It was unnoticeable.
He ignored the sorcerer's reaction. "Who is this Dormammu you speak off?" he asked.
"Dormammu is the ruler of the Dark Dimension. Hell-bent on assimilating other dimensions into his own," Strange paused Gauging to see their reaction.
"Ridiculous! Why should we trust you?"
his brother replied. Disbelief was evidence in his voice.
"No need. I believe your elder brother had a vision? Your reality is only one of the infinite realities formed on a daily basis," Strange stated as a matter-of-fact.
"How did yo-" his brother tried to argue only to be cut off by him.
"Alright, we believe you. How we might assist you with your quest?" he asked.
His brother turned his head, facing him. His expression angry and flabbergasted. His brother asked him with an exasperated tone, "Brother! Did you buy this human ridiculous claim and you decided to trust this human willingly without a second thought?!"
Quite an understandable reaction but his instincts told him that the human could be trusted.
"I don't know, brother. My gut feeling told me this human could be trusted?" he could not find a reasonable answer.
"Gut feeling?" his brother scoffed. "When did you become so much like his kind?" his brother said while pointing at the man in front of him.
He could see the man sighing before mumbling something.
Suddenly, he was suffocated by sheer power. He could sense that it was emanated from the man. The power was tremendous. It was on a similar level with him and his brother combined. Maybe higher. His brother was alarmed, raising his staff to smite the humans only for it to transform into butterflies which flew around the room.
"Forgive me for doing this as I cannot think of any other way to convince your hard-headed brother," Strange said.
The man mumbled something again which he assumed was a spell. The feeling of suffocating slowly vanished, replaced by a calming aura.
The butterflies gathered into one of his brother's hand forming the shape of his brother's staff before transforming into his brother's staff. His brother only stared his staff.
"Trust me, this Dormammu I speak of is more powerful than me," the human added. Looking into his eyes, filled with determination.
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Rewrite are in order after I am finished with the storyline.