Peter felt a huge shadow completely covering him.
He turned around slowly.
Standing behind him was a behemoth that was more than three meters tall. The monster had blood-red skin, a ferocious face like a jackal, and a pair of pupil-less eyes flashing with cruel light. He only wore a red Cloak and a crotch cloth, and his nails were as sharp as eagle claws.
Peter There's no need to even guess his identity.
The Lord of Hell, Mephisto.
The demon lord looked at Peter condescendingly, with a cruel smile on his lips, "So... why are you here?"
He lightly hit the Snap.
In an instant, Peter felt that his mind went blank and he completely lost consciousness. At the last second when his consciousness dissipated, an absurd thought flashed through his mind: Why was the master of Hell from Marvel Universe, a guy who was almost omniscient and omnipotent, only wearing a crotch cloth?
I don't know how long it took.
Peter slowly opened his eyes, only to find that his vision was completely upside down. He was tied up with heavy chains and hung upside down from the ceiling.
Below, there was a giant crucible the size of a swimming pool, filled with hot magma. The edges of the crucible were densely carved with Magic runes. Peter recognized a few of them, but as for those he didn't recognize, he silently kept them in mind and prepared to study them later.
This seems to be a magnificent palace. Not far away is a huge throne. In front of the throne is a huge brazier and on both sides are long banquet tables.
At this time, Mephisto was lazily leaning on the throne, one leg resting on the armrest, holding his chin with one hand, looking at Peter with a bored look on his face.
And tied to the chain next to the throne was a man wearing tattered green and black robes. The man had white hair, his face was covered with wrinkles and scars, and he looked weak.
Peter recognized him at a glance - Mordo. The once powerful mage was now like a tortured old man, shrinking into a ball and glancing back and forth between Mephisto and Peter with horrified eyes.
"What do you think of our new guest, my little pet?" Mephisto asked in an almost joking tone.
"Just an insignificant guy." Mordo replied hoarsely, but in that weak tone, there was still a hint of pride that Mephisto could not completely destroy.
Mephisto sneered, "Because of this, I think he is very interesting."
He turned his head and stared directly at Peter with his burning eyes. "Ah, you're awake. That's great. I thought I had to wait a few more hours."
Fear surged into his heart like a tidal wave. Peter was tense all over. He knew very well that the monster in front of him might wipe him out with a flick of his fingers. He had to break free from these chains immediately!
"Tell me, young apprentice, what is your name?" Mephisto asked maliciously.
Peter blinked and pretended to be confused. "Ah... my name is Bruce Wayne. Nice to meet you."
"Idiot!" Mordo couldn't help but cursed at the side.
"Shut up!"
Mephisto snorted, slapped the Snap, and a metal chew instantly sealed Mordo's mouth. Then, he looked at Peter again, with a playful smile on his face again, "So, Bruce Wayne, what an interesting name. Tell me, what are you doing in my territory?"
A powerful magic power invaded Peter's body along the chain.
Peter can feel this Magic trying to control his mind. In the Magic world, if a powerful enough mage knows the true name of another mage, he can use magic to force the other person to reveal the truth.
But it is a pity that Peter gave a pseudonym.
He decided to go with the flow and pretended to be controlled. His eyes were dull and his tone was slow as he replied, "I... I want to summon a lust demon."
Mephisto's smile instantly froze on his face, "What?"
"I want to summon a lust demon." Peter repeated.
Mordo on the side was also confused and looked at Peter with wide eyes.
"... Why?" Mephisto is somewhat doubtful about life.
"I want to make love with her."
"Can't you just use Magic to hypnotize human women and bring them into your room?"
"That's so boring. Besides, I have a soft spot for devils with long tails and hot bodies. By the way, are the rumors true? Are all devils with hot bodies?"
Mephisto stared at Peter for a long time, and finally sighed deeply, "Your real name is not Bruce Wayne at all, right?"
Mordo's eyebrows suddenly raised, and then he let out a dull and cheerful laugh.
"You saw through it." Peter shrugged and grinned.
"It doesn't matter." Mephisto waved his hand, and an extremely sinister smile suddenly appeared on the jackal face on his face, "This kind of cleverness is the same for all humans. Last week Mordo also... ah."
His smile gradually widened, and there was a cruel light in his eyes. "I understand. You are Strange's apprentice, right? How interesting."
Peter raised his eyebrows. "Why do you think I am his apprentice?"
"Because only that arrogant guy would take in an arrogant disciple like you." Mephisto laughed, "I can smell the fear in your heart, Bruce, the taste is really delicious. But you can forcefully suppress it, and you even have the intention to joke. If I read it correctly..."
Mephisto's eyes suddenly opened wide.
He floated from the throne to Peter almost instantly, his empty eyes staring at Peter, as if he wanted to see through him completely. He sniffed Peter like Beast, and the confusion in his eyes gradually turned into ecstasy.
"A dimension traveler..." Mephisto sneered in a low voice, "You are not only the apprentice of the predecessor Sorcerer Supreme, but also a visitor from another dimension. And... oh, what is this? You are not even the original soul of this body, right?"