Even Mephisto could not understand why the Nether Lords in the Eastern hells, whose strength rivaled his own, could peacefully manage hell together...
For him and his peers, simply not fighting when they met already counted as being civil.
"You came here just to see me?"
Hearing Mephisto's words, Yang Bo rolled his eyes. See you? Who do you think you are, with that big face of yours?
Then he glanced at Mephisto's enormous true form.
*...*
It really is pretty big...
"I'm here to help a friend find the souls of his family."
Mephisto finally understood, but a mocking smile appeared on his face. "You humans are always like this."
"You always want to bring back the family and friends you've lost. But what's gone is gone."
"There are no souls in hell."
Yang Bo frowned slightly at that answer.
Mephisto continued, "Any souls that leave the Overworld and come to hell are either devoured or transformed into demons. Either way, they have no hope of returning."
"..."
This trip was a waste, then. Still, getting to see Mephisto was pretty nice.
Yang Bo felt a headache coming on. He really had no idea how to bring back Kaecilius's wife and child.
Do I have to go to a parallel universe and bring back someone else's? I wonder if clones would work...
Having parallel universes available really did give him outrageous options.
As he thought, Yang Bo asked, "In that case, I'm done here. Do you need anything else? If not, I'll be leaving."
Mephisto chuckled. "Don't be in such a hurry. Apart from The Ancient One, nobody has visited me in a long time."
"Interested in increasing your strength?"
Yang Bo could practically hear the abacus clicking. He gave Mephisto a suspicious look. "Let's hear it first."
"Have