“It used to be that being a god, it meant something. People would whisper your name, before sharing their deepest hopes and dreams. They begged you for mercy, without ever knowing if you were actually listening. Now, when they look to the sky, they don't ask us for lightning, they don't ask us for rain, they just want to see one of their so-called superheroes. When did we become the joke? No. No more. They will fear us again, when Thor Odinson falls from the sky. Do you understand me, Hercules? Do you understand me, my son?”

“You may not want to be a god, Perseus, but after feats like yours, men will worship you. Be good to them. Be better than we were. And if you insist on continuing this mundane human existence, I won't have you do it alone. You're the son of Zeus, after all!”

“Thor, you entering this dimension has definitely complicated things. The Thor of our dimension and I had an arrangement to share the energy from the godly pool of lightning. As he passed away a few years ago, you could imagine my surprise when someone was attempting to drain energy from that pool again. Now I’m not sure if in your dimension we are friend or foe and I really don’t care. You must return to your dimension immediately. I give you 5 hours before I have your link to our pool severed.”