⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦, ̶P̶I̶N̶H̶E̶A̶D̶ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘦

As she chases the trail it goes cold at a river. His cape dropped. He was taking this as serious as he could without going outside her realm of power. There were footprints on the other side leading deeper into the brush.

Throws a shirt at him at super sonic speed.

"And that is why you are my favorite stress toy." He said in a voice that sounded like it would come from a guy named Paul.

"You won't believe how much they charge for postage between realms." He had jokes as well. "When it comes to Mundus having control, if he had total control you would of been slaughtered as a child. Scales were tipped. Restrictions put in place without him knowing. Thankfully you got to him before-

"Anyone?" Bats big eyelashes.

The devil chuckled. He won't tell him what the truth is. It would keep things..... Interesting. "Well regardless I am more just making my usual rounds. Appearing to mortals. Checking in. Something that the other guy doesn't do."

"Oh my dear, we are both the original. Both the clone." The right one faded away as the world spun. They ended up in the jungles of the Amazon. A appropriate hunting ground for the feline. Mephisto took off, running into the darkness of the underbrush.

"You assume that I see every single one of the people you kill?" He was curious. Just how much of a hero did this solider think he was?

"Well then my dear, just choose left or right and we'll be off. You can eat whatever you catch."

"Oh and believe me, this devil knows you." He spoke in a smooth, deep voice. Like that of a jazz singer of a better, simpler time.

He sat on his throne, thinking, watching. He saw how these mortals saw him. The devilish man in red who makes deals but is no real threat. Beat back by force or a bit of trickery. His brow dipped into a angered look. His true form creeping though as the torutued souls started to scream louder. His-

"It's more like I like to reward the people who help me the most now and then. Even if they don't realize they are helping." He pushed a empty glass over to her. When it touches her hand it is immediately filled with her favorite brand of cherry vodka. "So, is there anything you'd like? Within-

He clapped. As his hands came apart he seemed to split in half with each half forming their missing parts quickly. "I could go for a bit of entertainment. Although keep in mind, while I will go easy on you, I am not easy prey."

"Ah so you are Dante. A pleasure to finally meet you." He smiled kindly, still keeping a relaxed pose. He wasn't intimidated or scared in the least. "Im not here to cause problems. In fact I'm a fan of what you do. Sending demons back to hell when they get ideas to grand for themselves. Honestly-

"And it will be a glorious day when I can recreate the Christmas Story lamp with your ever tempting legs. The two will go together perfectly~" He catches the kiss and tosses it to a guard.

"And you a adorable little cherub."

"Well that comparison isn't unwarranted considering my line of work."

#SeductiveSunday because you all must see true glory.

♠️ Mephesto being a casual asshole will never not be funny to me.

💭 Stop projecting your thoughts. I can hear them you know. Also please put some pants on if you are going to sit on my throne please. I'll even give you some that match you. Cue the ugliest pair of patchwork corduroys she's ever seen appearing on the floor.

"Mundus..... Mundus......" He was trying to remember who he was talking about before snapping his fingers. "Oh the demon lord who was defeated by a voice crack! Or do you mean the one who's kid was killed by a fedora wearing weirdo? These alternate universes get of so confusing." He talked-

A finger snap is heard down the hall and the throne lurches forward, dumping her out.

He yawns, walking in with a coffee and a house robe on. He then looks at her sitting on his Earth throne. "......... It's to early in the morning for this." He walks back out the door.

"Hmmmm...... I could offer a form of myself or..... Perhaps a bothersome hero. Which would you prefer?"

He snaps his fingers an a fully Alaskan winter outfit appears on her. All in pretty pink. Suffer.

"Options are always a good thing to have. Now, is there anything I could assist you with? I'm a bit bored and you seem to be chaotic enough to have something fun planned."

"Well if you'd ever like somewhere a bit more comfortable to stay I would be more than willing to supply. No fee by the way."

"Ah the little villain club that Lex has correct? Is your version still in the Vader helmet in the swamp or is your Lex more upscale?"

"Do not worry dear. I'm not here to take your soul. I'm more just here out of.... Interest." He snapped his gingers, the world shifting until the two of them were at a bar in the more high society part of Gotham. "What is your preferred poison?"

He waited until she was finished with her meal before he spoke again. "I am Mephesto. And you are?"

He'd clean it up easily later. For now he was just watching her. Like a kid watching a kitten eat a bowl of tuna for the first time.

"No I told them that I was six years old I broke my leg. They felt bad and let me through." He chuckled a bit. It wasn't the first time he's heard that. Ron Wesley was the older go to. "No one in your building has been harmed by me. And I've not come to harm you either. More just to chat." He-

He summoned her three bowls of blood, milk, and water. Less to insult her and more so she could keep her hands busy with ripping flesh instead of holding a cup.

Mephisto chuckled a bit making a different pinching motion just as the life was leaving the meal's eyes. He only claimed his soul. He left all of that juicy meat for her. "Would you like something to drink dear?"

"First off, this wine has dust on it. You'd let it just sit there instead of just enjoying and indulging in it. Second, I asked nicely to come up here to speak with you." He handed Tony a glass while he took a sip from his. Wait were there always two glasses there?

"Quite the pickle huh?" A smooth, calm voice spoke out from behind Tony as a ginger man in a red suit poured himself a glass of wine. "This mess is only going to get worse. The powder keg Frank kept from exploding hasn't even blown up yet. This is just the wick."

"Ah, allow me then." He made a pinching motion in the air. The girl screamed for half a second as her skin, then muscles, then organs where stripped off her and sucked into the pinched fingers. The man however screamed, trying to fruitlessly fight back by punching the side of her face. His meat-

"Because it's funny."

Possesses @webofspider-man.bsky.social TV to show him this. youtube.com/shorts/OooZq...

"Hmmmm...... I think...." He snapped his fingers and summoned a small rolladex. He paged through it. "Ah here he is. A dude bro who sold me the use of his body in exchange for a perfect, muscular body." He threw the card on the ground, summoning the man and unintentionally a woman as well that-

Dunking it in the toilet like

It's the most evil thing imaginable. Late stage capitalism slop.

"Look at this loser getting turn into a pl-"

"The deaths of a few bad people at a later time. Dictators. Oppressors of the innocent. The people you'd kill anyways if given the ability. For these favors to call in later I will give you back your family and the means to safely carry out your mission."

"Brave? No. Ever so curious?" He smirked, the upturned part cracking up the side of his face, revealing sharp teeth. "Definitely. What do you hunger for?"

It’s feeding time

"Well that leaves a interesting question open for now doesn't it? Do you hunger?"