The room was messy, and a man and a woman sat side by side at the bed's edge, smoking a post-coital cigarette, but there was a person's distance between them, making the atmosphere unusually cold.
Pale moonlight streamed through the window, enveloping them in a faint halo, while the cigarette tips flickered like tiny eyes.
"Stop pretending, Satanah, your tricks don't work on me." The man rejected the woman's suggestion in a deep voice: "Your and Demon's mother was killed by Marduk; how can you trust family or want children?"
The Female Demon restrained her smile, stretched out her hand, and looked at her long fingernails.
"That was in the past. Besides, for us demons, the concept of family doesn't exist; reproduction is merely for exploiting, exploiting one's offspring and their power."
Su Ming flicked the cigarette ash, blew gently to disperse it from his knees: "You and Demon are both half-human and half-demon; constantly emphasizing you're a demon won't change that fact."
The truth extended beyond that, as Marduk treated the siblings like slaves, tools for his rule over Hell, tormenting and humiliating them, hoping to plunge them deeper into darkness.
The purpose was half-achieved; compared to Mephisto's son, Satanah and Demon became significantly darker, yet these torments led them to oppose their father, aided by other Hell Lords with ulterior motives, they succeeded.
They gained their freedom, while other Hell Lords greatly weakened Marduk's power; this was a win-win.
"Anyway, taking on Dracula exceeds my capability. Killing him a few times is easy, but what then? He always comes back to life." Satanah exhaled smoke rings, caressing her thigh.
"Then keep killing him until he gives up." Su Ming responded, turning to look at the Female Demon: "The news from the Vampire Hunters is that he's about to resurrect, but I think the King of the Blood Race has already resurrected; the hunters' intelligence always lags behind."
"Hehe, you just want Dracula to target me, not because I'm stronger than the mage you brought, but because I have no connection to Kama Taiji." She shook her head, twisted her waist slightly, and pressed beside Deathstroke: "If I kill him once, he'll cling to me, and you'll step away, bringing peace to the world, right?"
There's only one Dracula, and even as the King of Vampires, he can't be in two places at once. If he keeps pestering one Hell Lord, others are safe.
Both possess the Undying trait; this chase could last until the End of Time, which is Su Ming's prior plan, making Dracula his cage,
using his vengeful nature to keep him focused on a target relentlessly, like enticing a donkey to grind with a carrot on a stick.
Chase as it might, it can't eat the carrot, and the donkey will circle around the millstone.
The original plan was for Mordo to undertake this role; a strong external enemy would make Mordo more reliant on Kama Taiji, fearing rebellion.
But now, with a Hell Lord option, naturally the more stable choice is preferable. Mordo could accidentally be played to death, whereas a Hell Lord wouldn't have this concern.
"You're quite smart, seeing through this, and I like smart people." Su Ming smiled as he embraced her, lifting her chin: "Also, there are no fools among Hell Lords, or else they'd not survive."
"You're really cunning and ruthless; I like that." Satanah leaned smiling against his shoulder, clawing at his chest like a kitten: "Can you change the terms?"
"No changing them, but I can raise the price a little, help you solve some Hell problems, how about that?" Su Ming gently gripped her mischievous hand, brought it close to his nose for a sniff: "By the way, it's impossible to take out my heart; my defense is strong, and the magic aphrodisiac on your nails is ineffective."
Satanah withdrew her hand, lightly patting his chest with a playful laugh: "You're overly suspicious. I didn't mean to kill you. How could a weak woman be your match?"
"See, you inadvertently revealed your understanding of human society, trying to use modern gender perspectives to sway me into thinking you pose no threat, thus indirectly controlling me through feminine advantage." Su Ming gently stroked her hair as if petting a cat, though his tone was unusually cold: "But aren't you forgetting, I come from Kama Taiji."
The person in his arms stiffened momentarily but quickly relaxed again, her head rubbing upwards coquettishly: "I didn't mean that. Tell me, how do you plan to deal with those Ancient God creations?"
Su Ming chuckled lightly: "Not afraid to tell you, dealing with the tentacle issue is most professionally done at Hell Border, and the Hell Lord there is my student; even if you know the method, there's no avoiding me to negotiate, save your effort."
Satanah took a deep breath, beginning to calculate gains and losses.
She couldn't return home, as a Hell Lord, residing in the Main Dimension was truly pitiful. Solving the creature invasion issue would restore her strength better.
But to reap these benefits means provoking Dracula like sticky toffee; as a beautiful woman, certainly she'd be tangled by Dracula.
There's a way out; just reclaim the territory, offer conditions to trade with Hel, the half-alive Lord of the Netherworld could mediate; Demon and Mephisto she could persuade, merely at the cost of some price.
This way, reclaim Hell, let Deathstroke's plan collapse, having Dracula tangled with him, achieving two objectives.
"Alright, I agree; let's sign the contract." Satanah turned over, straddling Su Ming's lap, hooking his neck with her hands, aligning his head with her chest: "Don't lie to me."
"Contact the witness, and don't play any tricks." Deathstroke replied, Satanah had temporarily lost her control over Hell, so she couldn't use her Hell contract as a witness, she had to find a third party.
He ignored the tempting sight in front of him, as Satanah had this habit; her battle uniform had wide openings at the front and back, from her neckline down to below her belly button at the front, and split down to the tailbone at the back, exposing large areas of skin, and she went to battlefield like this.
Her level of exposure was countless levels higher than Secret Guest's; lust was her weapon, and several dumb Superheroes who stared too hard at the revealed hemispheres suffered greatly at her hands.
Satanah laughed, the two white hemispheres rippling like waves in Deathstroke's eyes: "Okay, who do you think is fair to contact? Emperor Vishanti is not an option, he's afraid."
"In that case, how about calling Ancient Demon God Set as the witness, no objections?" Deathstroke mentioned a name.
Satanah hesitated for a moment, Emperor Vishanti might have issues with demons, but at least he wouldn't take action, while Set is different.
He has appeared in almost every culture's stories of snakes, each can be connected to different Seven Deadly Sins, he was identified as the ancient serpent in the Bible, the enemy of God, Satan himself.
He was the earliest on Earth to commit murder, bringing the first death to this world, also causing numerous True Gods to fall into demons.
He killed other gods just to consume and enhance his strength, and he was the example of demons devouring their own kind. If Satanah contacts Set, don't mention witnessing a contract, she might get swallowed immediately.
"Uh....."
"See, you're scared even of your oldest demon, what should we do?" Deathstroke calmly smoked leisurely, the smoke sprayed onto her chest, it indeed had a hint of a famous mountain.
"Maybe if it's not too important, we shouldn't call him. Hehe, let's just get Mephisto to witness." Satanah blinked and twisted coyly.
"Old Mephisto, huh? That's doable, just right Evil Spirit Knight he manages is here, now the water's past his ankles, might as well drag him down too."
"You're so bad, but...that's the idea I had in mind, can we also add Hel?"
Deathstroke laughed, understanding Satanah's intention: "You're so naughty, but...let's do it your way then."
..........
Mephisto, uninterested, witnessed the contract, seeing them both stamp in blood, then he patted his backside breaking the magic connection.
Anyway, Evil Spirit Knight is sent to share the load, he already knew Deathstroke would use him against someone, Mephisto as the regulator had surely been dragged in.
Unexpected to Satanah, as Mephisto left, Hel descended directly, stepping out from her pitch-black Teleportation Gate, the chill she brought covering the room's decor in frost.
Unlike Mephisto, she naturally lived in the Main Dimension, descending to Earth was just a small matter for her.
"Haha, are you and Satanah going to play me with ice and fire?"
Hel hadn't stabilized her footing when she heard Deathstroke say this, her mind seemed to have a few question marks popping.
???
Satanah laughed, holding her hand, whispered a few secrets in her ear, Hel's gaze quickly turned into disdain, asking with a queenly presence:
"Supreme Mage mixing with Harlot Demon, should I congratulate you? If it's just to call me here for bedtime fun, forget it, Tyr's not worth that price."
Satanah still wasn't angry, she continued smiling and replied: "Warlocks and Female Demons belong to one family, all driven by magic power, just different views on using soul power, don't be so serious."
Hel glanced at her, as if she heard a joke, showing a contemptuous look, she pointed at the messy room and bed: "You've already bedded him, haven't you realized? He's not a Warlock at all."
"Huh?"