"This chance won't come a second time." Mammon smiled in sudden realization, then looked up at the passage in the sky. "I just didn't expect there to be such a powerful mage on Earth besides Ancient One. He'll be an obstacle."
"Hmph! This barrier is far inferior to Kamar-Taj's Super Magic Array." Beelzebub said dismissively. "Send those little imps in! Give them a chance to enter the human world."
"No." Witchcraft Demon shook his head. "Who can guarantee that passage will stay open? What if it closes?"
"And the Dark Lord is about to descend upon Earth. If Hell fails to conquer reality before him, then we'll get nothing.
Delicious souls, rich faith, and... territory that belongs to us."
"Hahaha! You still haven't given up?" Mammon laughed. "Last time, you planned to go solo. What punishment did you suffer after Mephisto found out?
How long did he torture you? It must have been measured in tens of thousands of years!"
Witchcraft Demon's expression shifted slightly. Thinking of the pain he had endured under accelerated time, he could not help but shudder.
But he did not dare hate Old Father. Mephisto had proven to him, through absolute strength and ruthlessness, what it meant to say, "As long as I live, you are all my subjects." He had forcibly ground away Witchcraft Demon's ambition to rise up and become master.
So he could only redirect his hatred. Carter Slade, Tony Stark, Johnny Blaze, and Aaron Gaius were all targets for his revenge.
He had originally thought he would never get the chance. After all, no matter how long mortals lived, they only had a few tens of thousands of days. Even Ghost Riders could at most live for several centuries. By the time he clawed his way out of Hell, those people