Piercing screams echoed above the crimson magma. The sounds made by those misshapen souls bound to pointed stakes formed a beautiful melody. Sulfurous gas coiled around them, and their skin could be seen instantly rotting and blistering.
From time to time, little red-skinned imps adjusted the positions of the "instruments," dragging souls with no energy left to squeeze back into cages and replacing them with fresh ones. Two-headed Hell vultures eagerly began pecking at the newcomers' brains, making them scream.
Hell Lord Mephisto lounged crookedly on his throne, one leg tucked beneath him while the other swung back and forth. He held up a golden goblet, swaying his head with his eyes closed as he enjoyed the wonderful music.
"Hmm?"
He suddenly caught the scent of living beings and instantly opened his eyes, flames flashing through them.
But upon seeing the black-and-yellow armor before him, the Hell Lord immediately reined in his ferocious aura. A smile appeared on his dry, old face. "Isn't this the Sorcerer Supreme? I still haven't thanked you for what happened with that rebellious son of mine. Please, sit. Would you like some magma or blood?"
"So this time, we ended up in one of the Hells of our own universe? Forget the drinks. We teleported to the wrong place, so we're leaving." Su Ming rubbed his chin and shook his head at the demon king, indicating there was no need for the trouble. "Blackheart has wanted to kill you for more than a day or two. No need to be polite."
"Hehehehe. Since you've come to my Hell, why rush away? Why not tell me what you've run into? Perhaps I can help?"
Mephisto pulled a piece of parchment from beneath his butt and shook it in the air. It was a standard devil's contract,