“I am the Sorcerer Supreme of the Dark Dimension. My magic is the match of any of The Warlords. Let them test me. If they dare.”
Slight Independent portrayal of Clea
Marvel 616 and others
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@HauhetsFate “That too is also possible. And even though her name isn't Stephen so to speak, if she is dawning the monicker of 'Dr. Strange' as well as his knowledge in the Arts, she has some connection to him.”
@HauhetsFate @MysticMastery Through her Dark Dimension space, a portal appears right on top of his location. Any time Stephen called, she'd be quick to answer. It must've been important if he needed to enlist the help of other mystical partners from a different universe.
“Yes my love?”
“Even other people from your superhuman group?”
Her puzzled expression turned into somewhat sadness whilst delivering this next line.
“Yes. I informed you I'd be visiting yesterday and never showed up.”
“It seems, as is the case in my medical practices, no one is keen to visit the doctor.”
He would jest, turning to face her, as he did so he’d set the teacup down.
“Oh? Is that so?”
“I was under the impression you had guests. Formalities gone.”
Clea took a lovely stroll in his direction, until she could finally take a seat in the vacant lounge chair next to him.
“Stephen I feel as if I owe you an apology.”
“Such formalities Clea?”
The supreme would muse, his eyes never leaving those that passed below.
Instead he would motion.
“The mere fact you can conjure direct passage into the sanctum would suggest we are beyond that.”
Your support is ever appreciated,
But the witherings of those around me has never been a concern of mine.
Do not trouble yourself with their sentiments.