"Mephisto." Witchcraft Demon looked at the old man approaching him and said expressionlessly, "I knew you would come."
"It's been a long time, children. Where have you been?" Mephisto said calmly. "I know why you're here. I know what you're looking for."
"That is my contract. They are my souls."
Witchcraft Demon raised his left hand, and Wind Demon tactfully placed the half-smoked cigarette between his fingers.
Witchcraft Demon lightly blew on the burning tip, and the streetlights on both sides of the road lit up at once.
The bright light shone into Mephisto's eyes, making him raise a hand to shield them instinctively.
"We both know you can't hurt me here. Now it's my turn to take charge."
Mephisto lowered his hand, and the streetlights went dark again. "You will suffer for this. Now, fight my rider!"
"Your favorite creation?" Witchcraft Demon said disdainfully. "Send your rider. I'll retire him, just as I'll retire you... Father."
Mephisto's gaze sharpened, and his figure vanished into the darkness.
The child was still too rebellious. He actually dared rebel against his Old Father. He needed to be taught a painful lesson.
A sputtering roar suddenly sounded through the night, drawing closer and closer.
Gaius, who was watching cartoons with the children at the orphanage, suddenly froze. A grim premonition rose within him.
"Something's coming," Gaius murmured softly. "Director, take the children back to the dormitory."
"Mr. Gaius, you..."
"Quickly!"
As soon as he spoke, the orphanage's main gate was suddenly burned through by crimson flames.
Wearing a black leather jacket, chains draped over his shoulders, and Soul Stone burning all over his body, Ghost Rider walked in with a low laugh.
Yet after his hollow skeletal eyes swept over the place, his laughter came to an abrupt halt.
In his sight