Seeing her identity being discovered, the woman ceased her pretense. Small sharp horns appeared on her forehead, and her eyes turned pitch black in an instant.
Demons have no whites in their eyes, only two ink-like black holes.
But even in her true demon form, she was still no match for Deathstroke in terms of power. She struggled a few tis but could not escape.
"Who exactly are you?"
She gradually cald down, lying quietly as if resigning to fate, her investigative gaze fixed on Su Ming.
Su Ming released her, having only teased her earlier. Now was not the ti for any side issues.
"Then I’ll give you another chance to guess." As he spoke, black and yellow armor spread across his body, and the tie around his neck transford into a black cloak, allowing him to hover in the air.
Moonlight from outside the window fell through the glass into the room. The cluttered interior seed to drop to freezing point instantly.
"Deathstroke?!" The woman flipped up from the bed, maintaining a certain distance from him, pulling up the bed sheet to cover her body: "Why are you not in Kama Taiji and instead in my place?"
"No, the Main Dinsion is my place. I don’t recall ever allowing Lords of Hell to roam freely in the Main Dinsion." Su Ming pointed at her with a smile; this woman was indeed another Lord of Hell.
"My...my situation is special, Gu Yi allowed to stay in the Main Dinsion." The woman opened her mouth, ntioning Gu Yi’s na.
Su Ming’s armor receded, and he landed on the ground, brushing off fragnts from the bed, sitting on it casually.
"I know, so I just got a bit close to you earlier instead of getting close with a Giant Sword, but now that I’m the Supre Mage, whether you can stay in the Main Dinsion is up to . Why don’t you ask your father to talk to ?"
The woman glared at him: "Do you know who I am?"
"Hehe, you like playing the prostitute, enjoy sucking souls filled with Darkness; aren’t these preferences your best traits?" Su Ming lit a cigarette and tossed one to her: "The Magic Floating Cloak judged your Magic Attribute from the start. You may deceive the Evil Spirit Knight with magic but not fool it. I forced you to act to gauge your level of strength. In this era, female Lords of Hell are rare, right, Satanah?"
Satanah’s family na is Hellstorm, yet her father is actually the Lord of Hell Marduk Kurios, a joker who loves calling himself Satan.
Initially, Satan was just a na, but later it developed into a title for the supre king of Hell. Every Lord of Hell desires to be Satan to rule all Hell Dinsions, and there are a heap of demons who self-proclaim as Satan.
Marduk was born in the sa era as phisto, highly ranked, also known as the Three-Headed Demon King, with a demon form as a giant three-headed demon dragon.
Most of the ti he appears as a young man with shoulder-length hair, with massive horns on his head and hooves instead of feet.
His power is hard to define: diocre among Lords of Hell, relying heavily on brute force and Fla as a demon king. He is fervent about competing for the title of Satan, but his wars with other Lords of Hell generally summarize with the word ’lose.’
He himself is unremarkable, yet both of his children are quite capable, surpassing him in so respects.
His daughter, Satanah, code-nad Queen of Hell, Daughter of the Demon, hosts one of the Ancient Demons, the Basilisk, within her. Once unleashed, it causes massive destruction.
His son, Demon, code-nad Antichrist, Black Halo, is similarly exceptional, not only highly skilled in Martial Arts but also proficient in Magic—most importantly, he shows intelligence.
The three of them don’t get along well, thus each has their own Hell, all are Lords of Hell, truly a demon lineage.
As the children of the Second Generation of Demon, they often band together to beat up their father, even joining teams of Superheroes for this.
Satanah has joined The Avengers and Thunder Agents, Demon has joined Defenders Alliance, but don’t mistake them for altruistic; it’s a mutually beneficial arrangent. After all, a devil remains a devil.
Satanah’s favorite trick is pretending to be a prostitute, seducing and drawing in those with dark souls, extracting and consuming their souls through a kiss, much like sucking on snails.
Typically, those with dark souls are villains, but her motivations are not a quest to eradicate evil, rely because dark souls are more nourishing to demons.
Regarding her ntion of special circumstances, it turns out her Hell encountered so issues that force her to remain in the Main Dinsion.
Hell is generally considered a collection of Pocket Dinsions within the Marvel Universe; they are like hidden pockets in clothing.
Satanah’s Hell and Lianna’s Hell Border are possibly interconnected or adjacent in space, causing dinsion issues related to ’Ancient Gods.’
The proliferation and spread of tentacle creatures within her Hell make eradication nearly impossible, significantly affecting her mood, as her thod of soul consumption requires eating them, and now the food in Hell is contaminated.
She left a Demon Army at ho to trim the wildly growing ’tentacle lawn,’ while she sohow reached an agreent with the Ancient One, remaining on Earth to seek ways to enhance her powers.
At this mont, she rely held a cigarette helplessly, uncertain of Su Ming’s intentions. If the new Supre Mage intends to overturn the predecessor’s decisions, she might need to deploy her army to invade others’ Hells.
Unlike her father, she dislikes war, preferring deception, considering war a last resort.
"So, what’s your decision?"
Satanah questioned Su Ming, having realized why she couldn’t extract the soul despite trying hard. It was undoubtedly the effect of the Ti Gem, constantly resetting the opponent’s ti back to a certain point, rendering her efforts futile.
"You’re quite fun." Su Ming propped his chin, slowly puffing smoke: "Since you pose no threat to , as long as you help with one thing, your agreent with Master Gu Yi can remain unchanged."
"Speak, Supre Mage whose soul is as dark as mine. The Hellstorm listens to your demand." Satanah lit up a cigarette, seemingly considering: "But don’t you dare expect to bear children for you, I can’t tolerate creating a demon stronger than myself."
"Is your mind only filled with these things? That’s why you’re unable to manage so tentacles." Su Ming flicked cigarette ash onto the ground, the red dot flashing in the dark room.
Satanah chuckled and straightforwardly sat beside Su Ming, leaning against him, the scent of sulfur mixed with perfu wafting over. She spoke temptingly in a soft voice.
"Haven’t you been keeping an eye on ? How else would you know about my territory’s situation?"
"Don’t flatter yourself. So warlocks might desire to breed strong offspring, purposefully seeking powerful demons or beings from Other Planes. But that’s not ."
Su Ming pushed her head away, making her sit properly. This woman is quite attractive—more importantly, she knows it and excels at exploiting it.
Satanah’s seduction attempt failed once again; she sighed helplessly as though giving up, crossing a leg clad in stockings while sitting on the bed’s edge.
"Alright then, state your condition."
"Help deal with Dracula; you’re more useful than the mages I brought along. This isn’t a difficult condition, is it?" Su Ming spoke calmly, gazing into her eyes that glowed softly in the darkness.
Satanah bit her lip, slowly lowering her head: "Can we resu the discussion about having children?"
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