The welfare of my people is ever closest to my heart! What a pity I am so often forced to save you from yourselves! That is why my invincible robot army stands guard both night and day!
Now that you are powerless -- you shall be treated the same as all my beloved subjects -- you will obey every order -- and be punished for every infraction – for the rest of your natural lives!
Yet other enemies will come! Other battles will be fought! But no matter who the foe...what the danger...Victory will be mine... for now, and for always!
Latveria is European, Mr. Cage-- I have no black subjects, and-- sad to say-- no one ever emigrates to my land. Thus, in order to pursue them unobtrusively-- for I am not welcome in the United States-- I needed a black, and I needed to hire him. Enter, Luke Cage.
It is time to clear the board of unfinished gambits, and put the remaining pieces... away. [...] You see, my sense of fair play extends only to the limits of the match -- and now that the game has concluded, I have no qualms whatsoever about multiplying the odds... in my favor.
If the nations of the Earth cannot stop squabbling like spoiled children long enough to control the forces they have so foolishly unleashed -- then Doom shall take their deadly toys away from them!
As for the Wizard, he takes excessive pride in his invention of antigravity drives - an achievement I accomplished while I was a youth. Besides, how can I take anyone seriously who voluntarily takes the Trapster as a partner?
SCREAM, you pitiful fools! Your torment increases the power of Doom! Together we shall teach the Fantastic Four that they have nothing to fear but FEAR ITSELF!
You plead in vain, Richards. It was a test before, to determine who held true sway over your soul... ...the Dreamer. Or the despot... ...and you failed!
I had expected my moment of victory to be more...satisfying......but perhaps repayingyou for years of treachery, for the ultimate cruelty of tampering with my laborious calculations upon our first meeting......will grant me peace of mind whereas merely defeating my most worthy of foes does not!
My life is changing. When I was young, I made a fateful choice. I chose science over sorcery. And I wanted to choose again. Thus, I made a pact. I conjured a cabal of netherdemons who claimed they would make me the magician I could have been... and greater besides. But as is too often true demons, there was a barter involved. One condition. I had to sacrifice something of indescribable value. Something irreplaceable. Something only you could give me. Farewell, my love. Dear, dear Valeria. I will miss you more than any will ever imagine... ...but I will always hold you close to me.
You are a fool, Benjamin Grimm. I crawled through hell itself to get here. Do you really think you and your outgunned comrades are going to stop me when I'm this close to my goal?
For all I've done, for all I am, I'm still mortal. If these -- procedures -- will allow me to gain immortality, then there will be nothing I cannot accomplish.
T'Challa thinks that he has set a trap for me. Tricked me into the open. But in his arrogance he has played into my trap. And as a result I have done what no one else has managed in ten thousand years. I've conquered Wakanda.
This is a power beyond anyone's control. A power that cannot remain mine. Just as they did for Wolverine and Spider-Man, my own self doubt and my fears will attain reality... given life by the chaos of my mind... fueled by the Beyonder's powers, and these doubts will defeat me.
My methods are a means to an end, no different than pruning weeds in order to let an orchid flourish. Those who stand in the way of my vision oppose me because they fear me, but more than that they fear what I represent. Change. Do you know why I despise Richards? And T'Challa? Because never once they reined in their own self-righteous arrogance long enough to try and see what I see. Never once have they asked me: Why? Do you want to know? Love. Measure my crimes against what mankind does to itself, and I am a saint. Homo sapiens are a predator species. It's what brought us down from the trees, and it's what will ultimately reduce us to a historical footnote in cosmic history. I am more than a scientist, more than the power-hungry despot that Richards and the others paint me as. I am a sorcerer. I have looked into the future, I have seen how one violent action after another spins the world toward a future where all that remains of Earth is a burned out cinder. Every time I have looked into the future, that is what I have seen. Every time but one. In one possible future mankind becomes united. Cures for all diseases are found. Global conflict ends. Hunger is abolished, education is universal, and no one goes without. In that world, there are laws. To break even the slightest of these is to suffer immediate and terminal punishment. After a while, no one would dare lay hands upon the innocent, or commit a crime of hate, or steal bread from the table of another. Ten thousand futures have I looked at. A hundred thousand. And in only one does mankind finally unite, and flourish... and survive. Only one. Doomworld.
Is it true what I've heard, Benjamin? That when Johnny Storm died -- valiantly facing an endless army... Is it true that you -- surrounded by crying children -- weeping at the inevitable death of your close comrade and friend... Is it true? Is it true that you just...watched? How very brave.
Why dothey look like me? Doesn't it create the possibility that I am one? That Doom may, at any moment, be a mere machine? That I am not myself? Of course it does. That is how I wish it. I once let Arcade strike a match on me, just to mantain that confusion. Think, boy. If I am ever defeated, or dishonored-- If I ever act in ways unworthy of myself... If I ever die... The word goes out: "It must have been a Doombot." And the reverse is true. My robots often fool my foes-- I may be a robot now, speaking these words. How would you know? How would I? What is Doom? The flesh and blood that I can swap in and out of at my convenience? The mind I have copied to a thousand machines? No. Doom cannot fit in such small containers. I am not my body. Not my mind. I am... I am the old trunk, filled with ancient mysteries. I am the explosion in the college laboratory. I am the mask that burns with the fires of vengeance. I am the legend that unites this nation. I am the story of Doom.
Family. Family is the most important thing there is... And I have been a bad father. I have failed my people, my son, my country... I've gone too far. In my quest for power I've destroyed many lives... I've dissolved the sacred bond of family time and time again. No more! My misdeeds are many, but I'll not let their enormity hold me back. This inversion has helped me to realize things about myself I've never dared ponder. It's opened up a whole new area of my consciousness. I will make everything right. For I am not a simple do-gooder-- I am Doom.
And I say, no one will ever hear the word Beyonder again... For I will erase your name from history. You dared to test us... You dared to toy with us... I dare to throw back in your face. Damn your cause. Damn the cost. You will certainly die this... No... No... No!
I made you regent of this domain because you are royal. You understand this to rule, and the power you and your Inhumans gain through exposure to Terrigen Crystals means you are equipped to enforce that rule. But there are many, in many realms, who would take your seat in an instant, if you were to lose favor in my eyes. Fail in this task I have set you, Medusa, and they will have their chance.New Attilan is crucial. To me, and to the safety and security of Battleworld. Only a ruler strong enough to keep it safe will be permitted to keep it at all. And the weak... The weak become meat for the beasts beyond the Shield.
There is no flaw in the world -- it is the world I wanted. But my people are restless because I fail to properly inspire them. I am a poor god. I think now that once having made the world, I should have removed myself. Perhaps the gods of old had it right... It is better to be unseen-- demanding faith, and beyond being defined by the mundane. I'm beginning to think that in my perfect world... I am the one flawed thing.
Undying love and eternal patience are not the same thing, child. Do not confuse them. I need you to find these people. I need you to catch them. And I need you to do it without asking any more questions.
Your rodent army cannot help you now. And without them, you are nothing: an insect far beneath my notice. Goodbye, Squirrel Girl. You shall not trouble me again.
I was God, and... and yet, I was unchanged. I was not one with the universe. I was not content. I had pushed myself for this for so much of my life only to discover it was a fool's quest. So I fell back to Earth... forced to confront my true self... to rethink my purpose in this life. And it was then that a sudden and simply notion struck me. It knocked me to my knees. If the selfish act of ultimate power was not my calling... then maybe the opposite could be true.
There is a professor named Angela Kror who would be an excellent chancellor to you and could help put together a proper government structure... so you could then relinquish control of the streets and let the people build Latveria for themselves. I was able to vet her as a perfect candidate in the five seconds while we stood here. You should have done that the second day you were put in power.
If I thought my time would be best spent behind bars for my crimes, if I thought I would learn something more profound than what I have already learned... I would gladly put myself away. But... I think we can all agree, I can do far more to right my wrongs from out here.
Before you would have had such merciful deaths. Now, the honor of Doom demands I make examples of you. Your slow, agonizing ends will be the stuff of legend especially yours,Susan.
When we began you said you'd deduced this future mathematically. But then you said I was God and that this future was not certain. I argued that there is no best possible world. That there are many outcomes. Which is what you wanted me to do. You played Devil's advocate. You wanted me to see infinite paths. You want me to reject this future.
Fate has brought you here to my island. Young Franklin has been experiencing problems with his abilities, and I intend to do what his fatherrefuses to or simply cannot do... fix him.
Greatness is cursed with enemies, young Kate. My history speaks to that. Of people attacking me and my citizens unjustly, for example... it appears your fellow mutants disobeyed my request. Not only that... they just murdered a Latverian. Unconscionable. Unjustifiable. Unforgivable.
I have selfishly injured my herald's soul. Zora is the closet thing to a daughter I may ever have. But who wants a monster for a father. A father who orders his daughter to kill her mother? And now... Zora may never be the same. And so here I record my new vow. I dare not say it aloud, as it still frightens me to even think it. I will transform myself. I will evolve the creature of Victor von Doom and bring order and peace to this world. It may not unfold as I have envisioned, but I will dedicate myself to saving all living things... and hereby refrain from evil. I choose the good. It's just a matter of when to tell the world of our imminent mutual salvation.
"King of Space.""Master of the Sun."You claim such vast dominions. Is it to balance your small souls? Could I not lay claim to the light and the void, if I wished it? Have I not earned such titles? I, who have mastered all arts, all sciences, all secrets? Whose technology and magic cross the stars as easily as they scramble an alphatelepath's mind? Who would dare to say I have not earned the right? Yet I am king of only a simple nation. On a simple planet. A beloved garden tended by iron hands. And the only title I have ever claimed... is doctor.
The Doctor Doom I remember might be ruthless and cold -- But he had honor and nobility too. Instead I encounter posturing and pettiness -- And perhaps a man a little afraid.
You may resist, if you wish. If your pride demands it. But you won't win. Even the power of the Beyonder was nothing compared to that of the Life Force. And those who resist it will surely perish. So will you accept my offer...?
If you don't believe me... You and I once time-travelled back to the days of King Arthur and had quite a rousing adventure. I always look back on that quite fondly.
I've failed! I've been defeated-- by the accursed Fantastic Four! 
