A miserable, chilling wind accompanied crimson torrents of fire as they surged toward the Sentry from every direction, like an all-consuming tidal wave of wrath. Mephisto's gaze was cold. Before the Sanctum Sorcerers built their formidable defenses in the material world, his footsteps had spanned the globe. Unlike his kin who had spent countless years in the dark hells and pounced upon any fresh human soul like starving dogs, he was more discerning.
In the old man's own words, he had more taste and refinement than other demons. Not every soul was worthy of being devoured. This Hell Lord preferred to toy with souls, signing contracts laced with hidden traps before gradually tempting out the sinful desires within the contractor's heart and effortlessly taking away that sweet, delicious soul in the end.
Just as Faust described, he drove humans to willingly offer up their souls through their most primal selfish desires.
"I can grant you greater power... In all my thousands of years, I have never seen a soul as steeped in dark sin as yours." A trace of appreciation showed in Mephisto's eyes as he spoke in his usual seductive tone. "Mortal, I can see that you are an insatiably ambitious man, a dictator. That selfish desire to possess everything and plunder everything would make even demons tremble."
"How about we make a deal? Since you destroyed my Ghost Rider, use yourself to make up for it."
Engulfed by the raging tide, the Sentry dismissed Mephisto's temptation with contempt. His voice, muffled behind his closed faceplate, was low and hoarse. "I seriously doubt you can afford everything I want."
"A coward who was frightened into hiding in hell by the Sorcerer Supreme dares ask for my submission?"
A sharp voice tore through the night sky. Amid the surging sea