No one in Hell knew how much time had passed, nor could they tell east from west or north from south. Beneath the red sky remained only the deeper-red land of magma and black smoke that blotted out the heavens.
Hell was black and red, and Deadpool himself was black and red, so he loved this place.
Every soul here was a talent. Their screams were especially pleasant to hear as they were bound to all kinds of torture devices and continuously "scrubbed clean of their sins" by Mephisto's little demon underlings wielding steel forks.
The physical kind of scrubbing.
But that had nothing to do with Wade, because the god of sex change had hired him to help several dead Asgardians escape Hell. Once it was done, he would be paid in gold.
Deadpool agreed without hesitation. He even thought that an outstanding Mercenary was supposed to be this busy—so busy that even after dying and going to Hell, he could barely get any rest.
This job was pretty decent too, a chance to make some quick cash.
First, one premise had to be established: if they wanted to deal with the Hell Lord of this Hell Dimension?
At their current strength, the two of them could not do it. It might have worked if Cousin had come. Even if Loki hinted that Thor and Amora could be used as tools, and she could trick some small fry into serving as cannon fodder, it still would not be enough.
So Deadpool said that he had fought all his life and brought endless pain to himself and countless others. Therefore, he was now a pacifist who would use love to reform Mephisto and make him let everyone go.
Loki immediately looked at him as though he were an idiot, while