Marvel: Awakening the Universe.

Hawke was not lying.

In this world, apart from his own sister Anya, no one else could receive such unconditional trust from him.

Even Wanda didn't have it.

The reason is simple.

Wanda doesn't need his trust. Wanda, who exists at every stage of his timeline, already knows everything about him, so she doesn't need his trust at all.

and so--

Hawke wasn't lying, and sending Anya to Kamar-Taj was part of the plan all along.

Mephisto here is untrained; expecting the old Mephisto to obey him is bound to lead to a fight.

Therefore, leaving Wanda here to prepare Pietro's clone and sending her sister Anya to Kamar-Taj is the best arrangement.

However, Hawke originally intended for Anya to stay with Wanda.

but……

There seems to be some tension between Wanda and her sister Anya, though it has eased somewhat because of his return. But with important matters at hand, it's best to be cautious.

Moreover, separating is the best option for the two.

If anything were to happen, without Anya to hold her back, the Scarlet Witch, after her corruption, would be virtually invincible.

If the sister encounters any danger in Kamar-Taj, the Sorcerer Supreme here will surely teleport her back to his own universe at a critical moment.

If the Supreme Sage King here doesn't want to use Earth to pay for his sister's death in the future.

after all--

Whether she's his sister in this universe, the sister in the 616 main timeline, or the sister in this timeline, she's still his sister.

Unfortunately, after searching the entire main multiverse, a fourth younger sister cannot be found.

Because these are the only three sisters he can consider as his biological sisters and whom he acknowledges.

Even if the seemingly real self that the Celestials are currently working on has a sister, I'm sorry, that sister isn't his sister.

soon.

After assigning tasks to the two women in his household, Hawke, under their watchful eyes, used the power of the Space Stone to open the gate to the Hell Dimension and stepped into it.

next second.

The unique smell of hell, the kind that fills the air with endless ash and strong sulfur, instantly reached Hawke's nose.

really.

Whether it's Mephisto from this universe, Mephisto from the mutant universe, or Mephisto here, the environmental management of his home base is equally crude and unsanitary, much like the room of an unhygienic, lonely old man who has lived alone for eight or nine hundred years.

Hawke thought to himself, then determined the direction and headed towards the Hell Tavern, his calm voice echoing throughout the entire hell.

"Mephisto, the tavern awaits you."

"Jie Jie!"

Mephisto, who was in his palace pondering what conditions he should propose if Kamar-Taj was unwilling to give up Doctor Strange, was startled by the sound echoing from the sky above Hell. Then, his eyes flashed with a demonic light, followed by two sinister laughs. He then got up and left his palace, flying towards the tavern.

When Mephisto arrived at the Hell's Tavern, Hawke had already taken over and was mixing drinks behind the bar.

Hawke, who was mixing Mephisto's prized wines, heard the door open but didn't turn around.

"sit."

"Jie Jie!"

After Mephisto realized what was happening, he walked towards the bar, chuckling as he looked at Hawke, who was mixing drinks: "There's a saying in the East: 'If someone offers you kindness for no reason, they're either up to no good or a thief.'"

Hawke didn't even look up.

"You think you can control the soul of the East?"

"Not coming back."

"So you're from the East?"

"No."

"very good."

Hawke looked up, smiled, and pushed the prepared bourbon toward Mephisto, who was already sitting down opposite him: "Then you're not a villain or a robber."

These words...

Is that a correct understanding?

Mephisto listened to those words, then looked at Hawke's expression and seemed slightly dazed. He then looked at the bourbon in front of him and chuckled again.

"You need my help!"

Wow, you could even see that? Impressive!

Hawke gave Mephisto, who had revealed his purpose, a thumbs-up with an exaggerated expression.

Mephisto stopped his sneer and started chuckling: "A god from another universe, descending in the form of a soul, and coming here to mix drinks for me, there must be something going on, and I'm pretty sure of one thing."

Hawke raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, what?"

"You still want me to help you for free?"

"……All right."

Hawke met Mephisto's narrowed eyes, opened his mouth, then shrugged, raising his glass to Mephisto with an air of "You've seen through me" in his eyes: "Since you've seen through me, I won't pretend anymore. I'll lay my cards on the table. Yes, I'm here to ask for your help."

Mephisto laughed upon hearing this.

"Making a deal with the devil comes at a price."

"I've already paid."

"Oh."

"If you don't believe me, ask Death."

"..."

Mephisto, who had already begun plotting how to kill Hawke and whose face was contorted with a rat-like grin, froze on his face upon hearing Hawke's words.

Hawke looked at Mephisto with a smile: "I have already paid the price to death. If you don't believe me, you can go and ask death."

Mephisto's smile vanished, and his eyes grew deep as he looked at Hawke. "You're using death to pressure me."

"be honest."

Hawke's expression remained unchanged: "Once again, if you don't believe me, you can go ask Death. I've already paid the price to Death."

Well known.

Regardless of which Mephisto they are, they all have one thing in common: their superior is Death, one of the five creator gods.

Hawke initially thought that Mephisto here needed to be trained so that he would behave properly.

But as he stepped through the dimensional gate, he suddenly thought of another way.

If his true form were to descend, he would have a hundred ways to make Mephisto here obey.

However, at present, he is only a soul descending. Although he can activate the power of the four Infinity Stones, he can still use very little power without attracting the attention of the universe's instincts.

At the very least, if Mephisto here is the kind of person who would never submit, there's no way to make him obey.

But just because he can't doesn't mean others can't.

As everyone knows, there is such a unique skill in the martial arts world.

This move's name is also very well-known.

It is called!

Call the parents.

Although bringing up Death at this point might make him owe Death a favor, it's still better than being taken advantage of by Mephisto, who has a personality that's always looking to take advantage of others.

In a word.

Hawke would rather owe Death a favor than owe the shameless Mephisto a favor.

Moreover, he wasn't afraid that Mephisto would go to verify the death on the spot, since he would definitely be happy to know that he owed her another favor.

and so--

Mephisto looked at Hawke, who had a calm expression in front of him, and his own expression began to change at a visible speed, like a dye vat.

quite a while.

Mephisto's expression shifted between blue and white before he looked at Hawke: "You just want a soul, right? Fine, here you go. Now, you can leave my hell."

At this moment, he no longer felt joy at Hawke's uninvited arrival and his taking over the role of host; instead, he felt nothing but disgust.

Good guy.

I thought I was going to negotiate with him, but he completely ignored me and went straight to talk to his boss.

This behavior...

bad.

Outrageous.

How shameless!
Mephisto thought to himself, then looked at Hawke, who stood before him unmoved, calmly smiling as he sipped his bourbon.

"You don't want that person's soul?"

"Yes."

"Then why don't you leave? Take that soul with you and leave my hell."

"I need your help with something."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Mephisto fell silent once more, then looked at Hawke quietly: "I've already helped you."

Hawke smiled and said, "Yes, but I need your help with something."

Mephisto laughed.

I laughed silently.

"You want my help, and for free? Do I look like an angel?"

"You are the lord of hell, not a weasel."

Hawke looked at Mephisto, who was asking him for a title, and replied with a simple "yes." Then, seeing the extremely resistant expression on Mephisto's face, he did not press the matter.

He simply shrugged and put down the bourbon in his hand.

"You won't connect with death, fine, then I will..."

"Let's make some plans!"

Seeing Hawke's actions, Mephisto quickly reached out and grasped Hawke's arm, looking at him seriously: "How can I help you?"

He really wanted to confront death.

But definitely not now.

Although death is generally beyond the control of these hell lords, they still have the authority to decide its fate.

one more time.

All the divine authority of the lords of hell is granted by death. If death says you can, you can; if it says you can't, you can't.

Moreover, death is capricious, as can be seen from Thanos, who was manipulated by death in a certain timeline. Therefore, the lords of Hell are not very willing to meet their superiors.

Not to mention, asking about death on the spot, whether it actually happened.

This isn't the workplace. If Death gets angry, it's not as simple as layoffs; it's the kind of thing where you just disappear.

Hawke looked at Mephisto, who was holding his arm and whose eyes had become clear, and smiled.

"If you're going to force me, then forget it. I can just ask about death."

"Don't force it."

"Really?"

Mephisto's eyes were clear.

"These are my heartfelt words!"

"..." (End of this chapter)