No one was going to agree to Henry's outrageous demand. Not even a demon.
The Kryptonian, already regretting his decision, looked at the Goat-Headed Demon, whose mouth gaped wider than the figure in Vincent van Gogh's The Scream. As the demon roared in defiance, Henry turned a helpless look on Quicksilver's little sister.
"So what do you think I should do next? If we go by the rules, how do we settle this?"
Wanda Maximoff had no intention of stepping in. A mischievous smile played about her eyes, as though her prank had worked. "The troublesome thing about the Magical World is that every group has its own rules.
"Even if you give ground once, they'll demand more. Follow their lead, and you'll end up serving them forever.
"That all comes down to one unchanging rule of this world: the strong can make whatever rules they want. That's why, the moment you agree to one demand, they can invent a new rule and make another.
"By the same token, if you're strong enough, you make the rules. Treat everyone else's rules like crap. There's no need to worry about them.
"It's not as if killing demons is against the law, and these are only their avatars. What makes things difficult for most people is that they can't kill them. They can't even stand up to their avatars."
Henry smiled after hearing the Scarlet Witch's explanation. "Oh, I see. Now that I like. Why didn't you say so sooner? Seriously, if you'd told me earlier, we could've avoided all this trouble."
The Kryptonian strolled toward the towering Goat-Headed Demon coming his way. That was not at all what the demons had expected.
They had already lit Blue Flame around the ritual to keep the mortal from escaping, flames that could harm