Namor was furious!
As the king of the underwater kingdom – Atlantis, he regarded the sea as his sacred territory, just as humans possessed the land.
At that moment, while leading his guards and patrolling the borders of his kingdom, the black light of the sword slashed down through the ocean.
His guards vanished in an instant!
Even Namor himself almost perished under that strike. Only because he was standing a bit farther away did he escape death.
Otherwise, he would have been remembered as one of the unluckiest heroes in Marvel's history.
The rumbling echoed throughout the ocean.
Namor, consumed by rage and the desire to avenge his fallen warriors, rose out of the sea, but then he saw Aron.
It took him only a split second to sense the power of the Heavenly Father, surrounding Aron.
And immediately, his stance changed.
"Greetings, honorable human power," he said in a deep voice. "My name is Namor, and I am the king of Atlantis."
The anger vanished from his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face, as if he had surfaced only to have a friendly conversation with Aron.
"…"
Aron raised an eyebrow. He was confused by this quick change. But one thing was clear, Namor knew how to adapt.
An experienced warrior, a hero with a quick mind.
"Did I happen to hurt you just now?" Aron asked him. "If I did, I can make it up to you."
He was aware of his new position in the world and decided to act accordingly.
"No!" Namor shook his head firmly. "There's no need! In Atlantis we have a perfect system of care for our soldiers. Don't trouble yourself with that."
Namor was smart, his priority now was to establish a good relationship with Aron.
Of course, he knew Aron's name.
Atlantis had its sources, and Namor knew much about the man standing before him.
He knew that Aron was the lord of Limbo, that during the war in New York he had been a demon hunter, that he defeated the demon king and became the ruler of Hell himself.
Namor knew even more: about how Aron had inspired fear and awe among the gods.
"Say what you want right away," Aron cut him off. He could see Namor was circling too much.
"Your Excellency Aron," Namor looked at him seriously. "We Atlanteans and the people of the surface have lived in balance for years. They rule the land, we rule the sea. But now… humans have started sticking their hands into our kingdom. First they fished and gathered crops from the seabed. Then they began extracting oil, minerals, gas."
Namor's voice grew sharper.
"Pollution has become unbearable! They throw their trash into the sea, and now even nuclear waste! Our world is becoming unlivable!"
The more he spoke, the darker his face became, filled with rage.
From plastic waste to climate change, Namor felt suffocated by injustice.
Aron had the feeling that at any moment the words would fly out of his mouth: "How dare you, human!"
"Stop, stop!" he quickly interrupted him. "I'm not an environmentalist!"
"From everything you said, the only thing I remember is nuclear waste. If you want a war over that, then lead your army of mermaids and strike them. I won't stand in your way."
Aron felt a headache listening to him.
For ordinary people, their whole lives they save energy, watch every little thing, and still it's not enough to offset the pollution caused by a single private jet flight of some rich man.
A meaningless burden placed on the backs of the common.
'That being said… I'm also a billionaire with wealth in the hundreds of billions, and I don't even own a car.'
Aron remembered that as a billionaire, it seemed he hadn't enjoyed a life of leisure and drinking.
Most of his time was spent with Wanda, Skye, Felicia, Hela, Gwen…
And yet, in those moments he found something worthwhile.
"You misunderstood me, Your Excellency Aron."
"Actually, I have an idea I'd like to discuss with you."
Namor paused for a moment, gathered his thoughts, and continued: "You are the master of Limbo, and there are rumors that you also control several other hells, though I'm not sure how true that is."
"It's true."
Aron nodded his head.
"Even better!"
Namor's eyes flickered and his face grew more serious.
"Look, when I speak of ocean pollution and environmental destruction, the real problem is insufficient living space. Humans and Atlanteans are suffocating on the same planet. But if living space could be doubled… all these problems would disappear!"
Aron looked at him and immediately understood where his thoughts were heading.
"So…"
"You want humans or Atlanteans to live in hell?"
To Aron it sounded absurd. Just the magma pool in hell that's 1,000 degrees, and the average temperature of 60 degrees, who in their right mind would live there? Aren't you afraid of ending up like grilled fish?
"Not permanent settlement," Namor explained. "My proposal is to open a stable channel and establish a bilateral trade agreement between Atlantis and Limbo."
Then he openly presented his plan:
Non-degradable waste from Earth could be sent to hell to burn, since demons aren't afraid of pollution.
Demons could in turn act as enforcers of justice on Earth, judging souls, quickly and efficiently. Death sentences could be replaced with soul collection.
Humans use oil for energy, but hell abounds in lava and geothermal resources. Atlantis is ready to develop geothermal generator technology and set up power plants in Limbo, transferring energy to Earth via cables.
"In this way," Namor said, "humans solve the problem of energy and pollution. I won't touch the oceans, and you'll have a steady harvest of souls. Everyone wins."
Namor looked excited, as if he had been devising this plan for years.
Aron was silent. He just stared at him like a fool.
"I know you think this is a good idea," he finally said. "But instead of me, you tell me, to whom would I entrust such a massive project? You don't expect me to personally handle it, do you?"
Aron shook his head. He wasn't interested. Nominally he was the Satan of several hells, but in reality he didn't care about the lives or deaths of demons, except maybe succubi. It was authority he only used when he had to, otherwise he wasn't interested.
"In short, everything you said doesn't concern me. If you think you can get something started, go talk to Hela."
He waved his hand, wanting to end the conversation.
"I…" Namor fell silent. "Alright."
The expression on his face showed disappointment as he raised his trident and prepared to return to the sea.
"Wait!"
Aron stopped him.
"I want to ask you something."
"Do you know the ocean dimension?"
Namor paused, thought about it, and sharply nodded his head. "I know… but I can't recall at the moment!"
Aron nearly choked in frustration when he heard that.
"Don't worry," Namor added. "I'll order my people to search the archives of Atlantis and find all the relevant data."
Aron observed him. His ideas were indeed fantastic, but at least his attitude was serious. He wasn't a complete lost cause.
"Alright," Aron said. "If you bring me satisfactory information, I can allow you to speak with the one who manages Limbo."
"Excellent!" Namor clapped his hands excitedly.
Then, as if remembering something, he pulled out a hologram from his sleeve.
"Your Excellency Aron, allow me to introduce my cousin… Namora."
Aron fell silent for a moment, staring at the display.
"…"
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