Father—though that was what he called Mephisto.
In Hell, that title carried implications far beyond blood ties.
It meant being created and given a purpose. It also meant he could be reclaimed, replaced, or discarded as a pawn at any moment.
Blackheart understood this better than anyone, because his very existence was the product of Mephisto's meticulous design.
Now his creator stood before him and spoke as casually as if he were offering an ordinary badge:
"I want to give Oblivion Hell to you."
As one of the most powerful beings beneath Hell's demon Lords, Blackheart naturally knew of Oblivion Hell.
In fact, every powerful being in Hell's circles knew what that realm represented. It was a stepping stone that could elevate a Lord of Hell from a "lesser being" to a "sovereign with a complete dimension of his own."
With full administrative authority over a Hell, any demon could rise through the ranks overnight, going from the ruled to the ruler.
Yet Mephisto had offered it with such nonchalance.
Blackheart would never believe there was no scheme behind it.
Could this be another test from Mephisto?
Blackheart maintained his respectful posture, suspecting that this test probably had something to do with Russell as well.
According to the information he had gathered, Mephisto should have gone to see the mutant named Russell after leaving Hell.
There must have been some sort of deal between them. And Oblivion Hell was precisely the realm Russell had taken over from Oblivion before handing it to Mephisto.
If Russell had left some kind of trap in this Hell, Mephisto's decision to pass it to a subordinate made perfect sense.
He was shifting the risk, leaving Blackheart to handle a realm that might contain unknown variables while he observed from a safe distance outside.
Whether