Professional matters required professional people, and Maze happened to excel in this area. She might look like Lucifer's toy most of the time, but she was, after all, one of the current Satans, a Demon King named for pain. Most creatures' souls probably would not want to end up in her hands after death.
Even having their souls eaten by Beelzebub dipped in shit would be far better than the endless torment of a dungeon. Mazikeen was highly proficient in the methods of the Eastern Eighteen Levels of Hell, and she also knew some unique tricks nobody else had mastered. Naturally, they were also for torturing people.
She enjoyed being abused and excelled at abusing others. When she had nothing to do, she tortured herself for fun. That was the classic behavior of a fallen, insane demon.
Who knew whether Maze was torturing Fox or Deadpool? In any case, judging from the sounds behind them, Wade was clearly screaming more miserably.
But Deathstroke and Kitty remained as calm as still water, watching the river flow quietly past. The stones and moss beneath the water gave the place a wild charm. Every now and then, little fish passed near the hook, opening their mouths repeatedly to suck in scattered bits of bait.
The sunlight on their bodies was still somewhat warm. If one ignored the scent of blood in the forest breeze, it could even be called gentle. It was a fine day, though not particularly suitable for fishing.
"Aaaah!!!" Deadpool screamed again, scaring all the fish away.
"I actually used to refuse to fish, because it was such a waste of time. But after doing it with a friend named Geralt, I realized it was a pretty good activity. It was nice for killing time."
Su Ming spoke calmly to