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Chapter 203
🕑 Added 2025-02-20 05:26:25 +0000 UTCFrom above, the first voice responds with scorn.
"Daughter of the Satan? Hmph, what a joke! you must be delusional to make such a claim in the presence of the real daughter of the devil!"
My eyes shift skyward, tracking the speaker as she descends gracefully, landing directly into the roaring fire. Her massive black wings beat powerfully, scattering embers and ash in a fiery spectacle.
"Well, another sexy babe," I mutter, careful not to speak too loudly.
This second woman exudes an aura of raw power and confidence. Her long black hair cascades like a dark waterfall, her glowing orange eyes and wicked smirk radiating dominance. Her smouldering red skin glows against the fiery backdrop, practically shimmering with an unnatural allure. She is dressed in a manner that leaves little to the imagination—a billowing black cloak barely conceals her toned, voluptuous frame. Her bra struggles to contain her generous breasts, and dark, barely-there panties highlight her red-hot, sculpted figure.
Her horns, jet black and slightly curved at the ends, resemble those of a goat, further solidifying her devilish visage.
"Now, tell me who you really are so I know the name of my new slave," the red-skinned beauty commands, her voice dripping with confidence as she steps out of the fire completely unscathed.
"You bitch! How dare you speak to me that way?" snaps the fair-skinned woman, her rage palpable. "You lowly, ignorant demon! I am Satana Hellstrom, the Daughter of Satan himself! Beg for mercy, and I might not roast you alive."
"A Hellstrom?" The red-skinned woman bursts into mocking laughter, her tone filled with derision.
Satana’s eyes narrow dangerously, her aura flaring with power. "Have you lost your mind from fear at hearing my name?"
"Fool. I am no lowly demon." The red-skinned woman smirks wickedly. "I am Mephista, the daughter of Lord Mephisto, the Devil himself! And I have always wanted to fry that arrogant piece of trash Daimon Hellstrom. That’s your brother, isn’t it?"
I take a deep breath, my superfast brain processing the flood of information in mere moments, working at full capacity to make sense of it all.
First and foremost, this dialogue confirms my suspicions: I am in Hell, specifically the Hell ruled by Mephisto. This devil is one of the most cunning and powerful beings among the rulers of Hell in the Marvel Universe. Teacher must have known this was a possibility, which explained her silence when I chose this path. First Dormammu, and now Mephisto. I should have anticipated this, given their shared status as major foes she had undoubtedly faced multiple times in the Marvel lore.
A twinge of worry creeps into my mind. From my meta-knowledge, I know that time flows differently in Mephisto's realm—what might be days in the real world could stretch into years here. However, I push the concern aside for now. Speculation without confirmation would only cloud my judgment.
Next, I silently express gratitude that these two captivating demonesses introduced themselves. In the Marvel comics, demons often possess shapeshifting abilities, making their true identities difficult to discern at a glance. Relying solely on my meta-knowledge would be risky since their appearances often change between iterations.
Now, however, with their names revealed, I can cross-reference their identities with my memories of Marvel continuity.
The white-haired, fair-skinned demoness identified herself as Satana Hellstrom, the self-proclaimed daughter of Satan.
Her story checks out. In the comics, she is the daughter of Marduk Kurios, a devil and one of the powerful rulers of Hell. He ventured to Earth, seduced and married a mortal woman named Victoria Hellstrom, and fathered two children: the older son Daimon and, a few years later, a daughter named Satana.
I have already confirmed this back on Earth, through hospital records tied to Victoria, that it has happened even in this alternate reality I am living in.
Afterwards in the comics, Satana was taken back to Hell by her father, while Daimon was left in an orphanage. This divergence in upbringing shaped their paths—Satana embraced her infernal nature, growing into a full-fledged succubus, while Daimon resisted and became a defender of humanity, fighting against their father’s influence.
However, on present Earth, neither Daimon nor Satana could be found by me; both had vanished when they were just kids and were presumed dead. Meanwhile their mother, Victoria, had been institutionalized in a psychiatric ward, mentally broken. The records hinted at a deep trauma—likely the revelation that her charming husband and father of her children was, in truth, a literal devil.
I had always suspected one of two possibilities: either the siblings were really dead, or they had been taken to Hell. Now, Satana’s presence confirms the latter. This revelation carries a darker implication—without the redemptive upbringing Daimon received in the comics through his catholic orphanage, he is likely to embrace his infernal heritage as well, becoming a villain like his sister.
Interestingly, Daimon has a personal connection to me. In the comics, he eventually marries Hellcat—Patricia Walker. Of course, that outcome won’t happen here, as Patricia is my girlfriend now.
As for Satana, she is a succubus, known for seducing and consuming human souls, which explains her sultry, alluring, demonic form. However, I also know that in the comics, she eventually turns to the side of good—or at least, as good as a demoness can manage. At one point, she even became one of Hell’s rulers, a distinction she shares with her brother in certain storylines.
On the other hand, the black-haired, red-skinned demoness introduced herself as Mephista, the daughter of Mephisto himself.
This also lines up with your Meta knowledge. In fact I recall that eventually Mephista, despite her develish origins, became an ally of Doctor Strange and even developed a crush on him. Later adopting the name Jezebel, she turned against her father to protect Earth, famously stabbing Mephisto in the heart. So just like Satana, she has shifted allegiances in the comics, finding a strange balance between her demonic heritage and a desire for good.
All of these memories, thoughts, and connections flash through my mind in just two seconds. I silently float and slip into a concealed corner, deciding to observe the unfolding confrontation. As it's far too dangerous to approach the mysterious black sphere with all these high-level demonic presences right now.
Narrowing my eyes, I assess the impatient demons on either side of the valley, both looking ready to erupt into conflict.
“You are that Mephista?” Satana narrows her glowing yellow eyes. “I have heard of you—always fighting my brother. If you have got a problem with him, go find him. Now, get out of my way.” Her fists clench in irritation.
“You seem to forget something, Hellstrom,” Mephista replies smugly, gesturing to the horde of demons behind Satana. “You are the one trespassing in my father’s domain. Bringing your pathetic lackeys and blasting this place to smithereens—should I consider this an invasion?” Her smirk sharpens as she raises a fist.
HHHHRRRRAAARGH!
The demons behind Mephista roar ferociously, their snarling teeth bared at their adversaries.
RRRRRAAAWWWWW!
Satana’s demons respond in kind, their growls echoing through the valley. I can see demons of various sizes and shapes on both sides, malevolent chaotic beings, who seem ready to devour each other.
“Ha! I don’t fear you, demoness,” Satana sneers. “But I have no desire to waste my time on you. Let me capture that bitch, and I will leave.” Her sharp gaze shifts to the black sphere, brimming with hatred.
“Oh?” Mephista raises a brow, her glowing eyes narrowing in curiosity. “Is someone inside that black ball? Was that explosion your failed attempt to break it open?” she asks, glancing over her shoulder. Her gaze linger on the dark sphere with growing curiosity. "Now you have piqued my interest. Who could be hiding inside my father's territory?"
“It’s none of your business,” Satana snaps, her tone sharp with agitation. “She is my prey. I have been hunting her for days, and she will be my gift to my father, Satan himself!”
Mephista smirks, turning her fiery eyes toward Satana. "Oh, don’t you know? My father is the greatest collector in all the Hells. And he particularly enjoys torturing the female souls in Hellfire," she taunts. "Perhaps I should show you what that Hellfire feels like for daring to steal from my father's domain." Without warning, Mephista hurls a blazing fist of hellfire towards Satana, the flames roaring with a feral hunger as they tore through the air.
"Too slow," Satana sneers, her reflexes razor-sharp. She gracefully floats backwards, the deadly flames licking harmlessly past her, while her lips curl into a sly grin.
"You vile succubus!" Mephista snarls, her voice a guttural growl as the very air around her ignites. Hellfire practically drips from her eyes as the infernal energy around her flares wildly. "You can't escape me!"
Satana chuckles darkly, flames igniting in both her hands. The air around her seem to ripple with heat, her very presence setting the ground ablaze. "It seems I will have to teach you to fear the name of Satana Hellstrom!" Her voice carrying a sharp edge, promising chaos.
"Hah! If your trident-wielding brother were here, I might have to tread carefully. But you?" Mephista sneers. "You are far too young to be a match for me, Hellstrom!" She hurls a massive fireball, the heat distorting the very air as it speeds towards Satana.
Satana’s eyes narrow, her temper flaring. "I am far deadlier than my brother, you bitch!" she roars, thrusting her hands forward. A colossal fireball erupts from her palms, its intensity dwarfing Mephista’s attack.
BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!
The ground trembles violently as the two fireballs collide, their energies consuming each other in an enormous, expanding sphere of flame. A deafening shockwave of heat, sound and debris tear through the area, scattering lesser demons like ragdolls. The ground cracks and shakes beneath the immense pressure, and a searing sphere of fire engulfs the center of the fight, its blinding light casting long, flickering shadows.
"Whoa," I mutter, perched on a craggy ledge high above the chaos. Casually munching on buttery popcorn conjured with my Data Warping powers, I smirk. "Hell’s version of a catfight. Nice."
Despite the intense heat threatening to incinerate the snack, I continue unabated, shoveling the popcorn in before it melts away. There is not much else to do here, after all. Jumping into the middle of their infernal brawl to play mediator is obviously out of the question. It’s not like I can just stroll up to them and explain that, sure, they might be evil now, but in a few years, they will have redemption arcs, find common ground, and end up fighting on the same side. "Ladies, let’s skip all the character development and make up already" isn’t exactly a compelling argument when both combatants are radiating enough power to fry me to ash.
"Heh. That would take a Naruto-level Talk no Jutsu," I mutter under my breath. Reflecting on my recent 'stellar' luck dealing with crazy women, I wisely decide to stay put.
Even as I feign nonchalance, my gaze keeps drifting towards the Black Ball at the center of the chaos. Cracks spread across its surface like a spiderweb, radiating an ominous energy. The pink crystal in my possession pulses insistently in response, its glow growing brighter each time my eyes linger on the ball. "Who are you inside there?" I muse quietly, knowing I will need to intervene if things spiral further.
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