"For the love of God, Montresor!"

“He will speak with you privately,” the emissary said with a sneer as the doors wrenched themselves open. The Ebony Maw inclined his head without a word, and pressed on alone, left to his own devices in another bewilderingly large room, like a sacrifice in wait. Light on his feet as he was, his footsteps were nevertheless deafening as he advanced toward the empty throne, the seat of this great titan’s power. Slowly, he sank to his knees at the foot of the dais, an instinct in a place which felt so sacred. “Do you know where you are?” The voice came from somewhat behind the Ebony Maw, and while he didn’t need to be able to see to know that someone was there, it was rare for anyone to get that close before he sensed them. He did not dare to look. “To an extent,” he admitted. He can only feel pressure from the person behind him, an inevitable gravity. “And why have you come to me on your knees?” The Ebony Maw heard the heavy footsteps behind him approaching as Thanos–for surely this was he–circled him. The titan loomed, casting his long shadow over the Maw.“I have not heard of you,” he confessed, “but you have crept up on my home in a peerless warship, and while I cannot be certain… I feel as though you are someone I’ve been waiting for all my life to meet.” Face to face with Thanos, he could barely breathe, craning his neck to look up at him. “Has anyone else detected us?” Thanos asked, a ruthlessness in his eyes. Once again, the Maw could sense that he had hazarded his life, that perhaps this man, this force, would simply kill him. “I can make certain that no one else ever does,” he promised.

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