Watching the many Parallel Universes rapidly merge and stabilize under the forced adjustments of wave after wave of power.
Some beings were delighted.
Others were furious beyond measure.
"You damned bastard!!"
"I want to see more blood and more tragedies!!!"
"Why did you stop it!!!"
"Why..."
After the two worlds finished merging.
In the deepest reaches of the new Hell formed by the fusion of the two Hells.
Within that isolated Special Space.
Below All Things—OBA—was still enjoying his little black room treatment.
And, incidentally.
From time to time, he would let out sounds like the mournful cries of a homeless dog.
They were enough to make anyone weep upon hearing them.
At least.
After beating down a batch of new lackeys and bringing them under his command, Lucifer, the King of Hell of the new Hell.
Could hear the other party's wails every now and then.
Yes.
Not long after the two Hells merged, Lucifer, as the King of Hell from the Complete DC World, subdued the various Hell Lords from the Complete Marvel World through force—the group led by Mephisto, whose strength was neither outstanding nor weak—and thus became the two-in-one version of the King of Hell.
His authority rose accordingly.
Although.
It was not actually of any fucking use...
Still.
Even if it was not of any fucking use.
Sitting upon his Satan's Throne in demonic form and listening to the wails of Below All Things—OBA—Lucifer felt that his days were going rather splendidly.
There was no helping it.
A sense of happiness, such a metaphysical thing, always needed comparison before it became obvious.
With comparison.
People could more clearly judge just how happy they truly were.
At this moment.
As a King of Hell who did whatever he pleased, Lucifer looked at OBA, a guy no