Chapter 261: C253
Mephisto is omnipotent in his own domain, yet in its absence, his power crumbled. Under the weight of dual suppression, his strength had plummeted, leaving him vulnerable. Within half an hour, he found himself brutally outmatched by a human whelp—a singular force that reduced him to a bloodied mess.
Cuts and gashes adorned his form like grim reminders of his mortality. Though he narrowly avoided death multiple times, he had no means to heal or retaliate. If he'd been tethered to his realm, with its boundless resources and empowering aura, such wounds would have been trifling. He could have tapped into the countless souls within his domain as fuel to unleash devastating power.
But all that was gone.
The trump card he had wielded for eons, the foundation of his dominion over Hell, was now meaningless. Facing true death, Mephisto trembled—a demon lord brought low.
Hovering above the scarred battlefield, Leon stretched leisurely, his every movement oozing calm confidence. His laughter echoed in the air, mocking Mephisto's plight. "Tell me your choice," Leon said, his voice sharp and commanding. "You get one chance."
Mephisto stilled, his chaotic thoughts coalescing. Pride and pragmatism warred within him, but the answer was clear. Without hesitation, he submitted.
"I will cooperate," Mephisto declared, his voice devoid of resistance. "Whatever you need, I will provide."
For a demon lord who once relished cunning and domination, his submission was a bitter pill. Yet survival trumped pride. He hoped only to outlast this ordeal, to scheme another day.
"You've already signed a contract with the Ancient One," Leon began, his tone measured. "So, let's make this official."