"Don't come any closer! I'm warning you!"
In the eternally burning Hell, an unusual sight appeared today. Mephisto, the Hell Lord who was usually so listless, was unusually energetic at the moment.
He was playing cat and mouse around his obsidian throne with a figure, his face full of disgust and revulsion. As he kept running, he occasionally dry-heaved.
"I'll chase you. If I catch you, I'll hehe you."
The other figure was none other than Deadpool, dressed as Sailor Moon.
He had taken off his mask and pulled a pair of yellow pantyhose over his head as twin-tail wig. Twisting into a "fighting in the name of the moon" pose, he crossed his arms and pointed at Mephisto with a "Very Six Plus One" hand gesture.
The Hell Lord did not want to hehe that disgusting lump of rotten flesh, nor did he want to be hehe'd by it. Today, he finally experienced the fear of being dominated by something indescribable.
Mephisto could be considered well-traveled and knowledgeable. Though he had not existed as long as the "Beasts," he had still caught the end of the First God War—the great battle in which Gaea sacrificed herself to help Oshtur and the God Eater defeat Chthon and Set.
As a demon, Old Mephisto had originally been on the Eastern Star Goddess's purge list. But he was clever enough to immediately switch allegiance to "Death," as did several other Hell Lords.
That was how he saved his life, integrating himself into the cycle of life and souls. Oshtur could no longer interfere with the already-established system of Hell.
For the countless eons since then, Mephisto had remained in his own Hell, witnessing all the joys and sorrows, sweetness and bitterness of the mortal world. At the same time, he had deceived