Satan.
This name was used by many rulers of hellish dimensions.
Including Mephisto himself.
But all of them call themselves Satan, not the real Satan.
Because the real Satan is the supreme ruler of several hell dimensions.
The equivalent of an emperor.
The absolute master of all hellish kingdoms.
Several powerful lords of hell once stood before his throne, but none dared to sit.
Not even Mephisto, whose power was on the level of a Heavenly Father, dared to think of ruling all the dimensions of hell.
But Hela… she was different.
She came here with the intention of causing trouble.
For her, days without battle were boring and unbearable.
"Satan?"
"Why not?"
Faced with Mephisto's threat, Hela showed no fear. In her eyes, there was a glimmer of anticipation.
The battle in Limbo had ended.
If he provoked her again, next time she would strike at the heart of his fiery hell.
"You're a real war maniac." Mephisto saw through her thoughts.
A Heavenly Father challenging another on the level of a Heavenly Father… it could only be her.
"No wonder Odin wanted to seal you in Helheim."
He deliberately provoked her, aiming for her sore spot.
Hela did not respond.
"Are you done? If you are, you can leave." she said coldly.
War and massacre, her desire for conquest had been satisfied.
In Helheim, while she was still Odin's prisoner, she had agreed to a tripartite pact. As long as there was battle, she didn't care who she fought against.
Mephisto did not expect such an answer, but he had another plan.
"Who would've thought… Odin's eldest daughter, the eldest princess of Asgard, ruler of one hell dimension… and then she finds a weak human for her partner. Wouldn't it be more fitting for me to be the one guarding the gates?" he smirked mockingly.
"By the way, what's his name again… Aron?"
Mephisto had clearly done his research before coming. The connection between Hela and Aron was completely clear to him.
"What are you planning?" Hela's voice grew cold. The Night Sky Sword spun around her wrist and appeared from the darkness.
"Don't be nervous, Hela. I'm just sending someone to Earth to make contact with him. Don't forget, your little boyfriend is a holy soul born once in a lifetime. The question is… would you prefer his soul to stay with him… or in my possession?" Mephisto smiled wickedly.
"You sent someone to Earth?" Hela immediately caught the key information. Her eyes calmed, and the Night Sky Sword disappeared.
With the power Aron possessed now, unless Mephisto personally went to Earth, any of his emissaries would be useless.
"Exactly." Mephisto laughed. "It won't be long before you have to come to My Burning Hell to seek the soul of your beloved."
He was completely confident in the people he sent. To him, Aron was still just a man. If it weren't for the risk of attracting the Ancient One's attention, he would have gone himself.
"Then I'll be waiting for that day." Hela said, smiling.
She didn't take him seriously. In her mind, Mephisto clearly didn't know that Aron had reached the level of a Heavenly Father.
"You will." Mephisto replied, and his figure began to dissolve, disappearing just as he had appeared.
"Lady Hela… shouldn't we… warn him…" a trembling and uncertain voice came from behind a rock. It was Nastir, who had been hiding all along.
Hela looked at him with disgust.
"Get lost!"
"Alright!" Nastir withdrew without another word.
Hela considered whether she should immediately go to Earth and inform Aron of Mephisto's plans. The barrier between Limbo and Earth was now extremely fragile.
She raised her hand and opened a dark green portal.
She stepped inside, but paused for a few seconds and came back.
"My dear, you've given me quite the surprise." she muttered coldly, staring into the void.
She returned to Limbo. Her face was grim but resolute. Soon, the army of undead under her command received a new order:
"Continue the purge. Find all demons who dare defy us. Kill them all!"
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The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains of Aron's bedroom, illuminating the faces of two people in the bed.
"Aron… how can you be so depraved? All night… and not a moment to stop," Wanda murmured, still exhausted.
Aron rubbed his face, feeling ashamed of his own excessive behavior. After getting up, he glanced at Wanda, who still couldn't move from the bed, and felt an even heavier weight of guilt.
"You can't be this selfish in the future," he thought. "You have to think about others… After all, not everyone has my physical endurance."
He thought deeply, admitting to himself that he had overdone it. After telling Wanda to rest well for the next two days, he left the bedroom and headed downstairs.
On the ground floor, he was greeted by Felicia Hardy – the Black Cat with a half-smile on her face.
"Beast~" she teased.
"One more word and you're next," he replied coldly, without the slightest hesitation.
Frightened by his tone, Felicia fell silent instantly. She knew all too well that it was best not to play with him when he spoke like that.
Elektra was sitting on the edge of the sofa, calm as always, carefully cleaning and maintaining her weapons, completely uninterested in their bickering.
Aron paused, frowning. "Strange… why do I feel a trace of Hela's presence?"
He stepped outside, glancing around the yard. It was only a faint scent, almost unnoticeable, as if Hela had stopped by briefly and then vanished without a trace.
"Forget it… I'll ask her when I get back to Limbo," he muttered, shaking his head.
For him, earning new points on the ranking list was more important than trying to understand the motives of a woman like Hela.
He went back inside and picked up his phone. Silence lasted for a few seconds, and then his furious voice echoed through the house.
"Branch! You! Forest!"
His roar was so loud that even Ben Parker, who was watering flowers in the neighborhood, stopped and raised his eyebrows.
"This young man…" Ben sighed, shook his head, and decided he didn't care what was going on there. He had his own concerns, after finishing watering, he needed to hurry to work.
Lately, Peter had been up in the attic doing something strange. Every so often, express deliveries full of metal parts, machines, and various devices arrived.
Expenses had risen sharply, and the sound of tools clinking could be heard almost every night from above.
"Alas… today's youth…" Ben muttered, continuing his work without further interference.
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