Su Ming even raised a hand, making as if he wanted to attack, but Lucifer stopped him as expected. The Prince of Hell said he wanted to have some fun.
Come to think of it, Lucifer's title should theoretically have been King of Hell. Yet people in the trade usually called him the Prince of Hell, as though Hell were implicitly considered part of God's domain as well.
"The mortal world is my paradise. I am Lucifer Morningstar, and also the evil of this world. So, pitiful freak, you and your master have crossed the line."
The elegant blond man loosened his shirt cuffs. He calmly looked at the Child-faced Giant Maggot before him as Hellfire ignited in his eyes. The air instantly filled with the stench of sulfur, replacing the scent of the sea.
"Hee hee, I am Mother, Lucifer. Why are you stopping Batwoman from receiving our love?"
"Fat maggot! Is your true name Martha?"
Su Ming, a cigarette dangling from his lips, cut in. His gaze suddenly sharpened. If the Child-faced Giant Maggot was also named Martha, that would be interesting.
"Not funny, amigo. That joke isn't funny at all."
Zorn spoke helplessly from the side. Yes, he really was Bruce's second personality, but his mother was Martha too.
He should have known. This Otherworld Deathstroke was always obsessed with all kinds of crude jokes—incest jokes, toilet humor, puns, corny riddles, and so on. He should have known this was just the sort of person he was.
Now that they had encountered a monster calling itself Mother, how could he possibly miss the chance to make a joke?
"Calm down, Zorn. One of the things you have in common with Superman is that both your mothers are named Martha." Su Ming took a drag as he watched