"Satan" Mazikeen joined the team.
Barry was fine. He did not understand the affairs of the Magic World, and wisely avoided dealing with things like demons. After the queen of pain joined the team, he merely smiled politely and said nothing.
Monark, on the other hand, seemed to have discovered a new species. His eyes kept sweeping over Maze as he stroked his mustache, looking exceptionally sleazy.
Mazikeen shook off Deathstroke's hand and summoned Hellfire to wash herself. At least the sulfurous stench all over her no longer smelled quite so foul.
Stepping out of the flames, she held her head high and met Monark's gaze. She was not human and had no reservations about such things. She generously let the Magic Prince admire the lines of her figure, even swaying her waist.
"I've noticed you staring at me. So tell me, am I beautiful, caster from Another World?"
The Mustache Mage sneered and walked over to Deathstroke's side. Only after securing his safety did he speak.
"I'm face-blind. All demons look the same to me."
"Don't be afraid. Our contract includes a clause guaranteeing that she will not attack any of you. You can argue with her nose-to-nose if you want." Su Ming patted the mage's shoulder encouragingly. "Still, you certainly know how to talk. Beauty-blind Monark?"
"No, I've simply never seen such a crazy Hell Lord." Just looking at Maze's face had already killed the Magic Prince's appetite. Her rotten half-face was entirely demonic in style, and the muscles writhed like worms when she spoke. "This universe is far too dark and insane. She is obviously very powerful, but she's a pervert?"
Mazikeen did not get angry. She took out a white half-mask and fastened it over the corroded half of her face.
"What you call perversion is