Mephisto's expression was somewhat indescribable.
Just as he had thought before, although he claimed not to fear Odin, about fifty percent of that was just bravado.
What if Odin really came down because of this?
Mephisto felt uneasy.
After a while.
Mephisto suddenly came to his senses and looked at Lake, who stood atop Hell Mountain Peak with his eyes level with Mephisto's. "Saga, you're the one who did this. You want me to help you resist Odin and the Chitauri who are about to arrive on Earth."
The extinction of humanity had a lot to do with Mephisto.
But if humanity did not go extinct and only half—or most—of them died, Mephisto would merely be delighted. He would not feel anything else.
So...
At the beginning, when Mephisto learned that the Chitauri were coming, he had planned to watch the show. He had even been mentally siding with the Chitauri, because he knew they definitely could not win. However, as the Chitauri died, they would help his Hell reclaim a huge number of Earth's souls.
And there were also the Chitauri souls.
Although Mephisto's Hell Dimension did not possess Earth's authority over death, that authority belonged to Hell. It had merely been lost after Mephisto gambled and lost it.
But Earth's authority over death was still within the Hell Dimension. Therefore, as long as a planet lay within the range of his authority over death, the souls of any creatures that died there would drift into his Hell.
What?
The Chitauri's Hell was protesting?
Then this involved something similar to extradition in human society on Earth. Under normal circumstances, the Hells would extradite souls to one another. After all, no one could guarantee that the same thing would not happen to them one day.
But...
That applied to other