Sorcerer in the Marvel Universe

Evenson clutched his face and rolled around on the floor for nearly a minute before finally wiping away the blood and getting back to his feet.

With a sharp crack, he pushed his nose back into place.

Then he looked at Aureseus with a wounded expression.

"You hit way too hard. Look what you did to my face!"

"Serves you right."

Aureseus scowled and jabbed a finger into his forehead.

"That’s what you get for running your mouth at the worst possible time."

Salora wasn’t any gentler. She poked Evenson’s head and shoved it aside with the same stern air someone might use while scolding a troublesome child.

"You’d better be grateful I didn’t kick you in the face."

"I was just trying to lighten the mood."

Evenson lowered his head and muttered under his breath.

At his normal height of around six feet, the difference wouldn’t have been especially noticeable.

Unfortunately, both Eredar Twins were taller than six-two.

With Evenson hanging his head in submission, the whole scene looked less like three powerful beings discussing cosmic threats and more like a pair of tall parents disciplining their son.

"Enough."

Salora took a deep breath and composed herself.

"If the Naaru that came here left that long ago, then we have nothing to worry about."

"That’s not necessarily true."

The moment the conversation became serious, Evenson straightened up and even took a step backward, putting a little more distance between himself and the Twins.

"The Naaru left because it was recruited by the Army of the Light to fight the Burning Legion."

He looked at them.

"But wars end eventually."

Aureseus narrowed her eyes.

She understood the implication immediately.

"If the war ends, I’ll be grateful to the Burning Legion for getting rid of one of our problems for us."

"The Army of the Light can’t defeat the Legion."

Salora’s expression carried a trace of contempt.

The Twins no longer served the Burning Legion, but they still had considerable respect for its military strength.

From their perspective, the conclusion of a war between the Legion and the Army of the Light was obvious.

The Legion would win.

And once it did, the Naaru wouldn’t survive.

The Burning Legion wasn’t known for taking prisoners.

"But from what I’ve heard, the Legion’s front lines aren’t doing very well."

Evenson shook his head.

"So I wouldn’t be in such a hurry to predict the outcome."

The Twins frowned simultaneously.

"You think the Legion could lose?"

They considered the possibility for a moment.

Then their expressions relaxed.

Lose, then.

Whatever.

If the Legion and the Army of the Light managed to destroy each other, they would have every reason to crack open a bottle of something expensive and celebrate.

Besides, every major battle against the Legion was supposed to be brutal.

"That Naaru might already be dead."

"Every battle?"

Evenson’s eyes widened.

"I heard that during the War of the Ancients, the Legion’s entire front line was practically torn apart by a single tauren."

The Twins turned toward him with identical expressions of murderous irritation.

Aureseus even rolled up her sleeve.

"I’m telling you, stop listening to those ridiculous stories!"

"Do you have any idea how much tauren love to exaggerate?"

She snorted.

"That idiot Huen probably wouldn’t survive ten rounds against Tichondrius!"

"I see..."

Evenson immediately adopted an enlightened expression.

So that was how it was.

Another legendary war story had apparently grown considerably in the retelling.

It made sense.

If one tauren really had been capable of tearing through the Burning Legion’s forces single-handedly, then the War of the Ancients wouldn’t have been about resisting the invasion.

The tauren would have been chasing the Legion all the way back through the portal to make sure none of them escaped.

"All right."

Evenson rubbed his chin.

"But it’s still better to prepare for the worst."

He paused.

"And that Naaru spent some time on Earth. Who knows whether it carried Earth’s coordinates with it?"

The Twins froze.

That possibility was considerably more disturbing.

If the Naaru really had taken Earth’s coordinates with it, and the Burning Legion later captured or killed it, the Legion might now know exactly how to reach Earth.

Salora’s voice became noticeably less enthusiastic.

"Perhaps we should revisit that whole escape plan."

"Running away won’t solve anything!"

Evenson suddenly sounded far more resolute than usual.

The Twins both stared at him.

"Let’s stick to the original plan."

He clenched his fist.

"And move faster."

"If we succeed, we’ll be in a position where we can attack when we want and retreat when we need to. We’d have room to maneuver."

"You sound awfully confident."

The Twins clearly weren’t nearly as optimistic.

"Of course."

Evenson nodded.

"If our plan succeeds, then even if that Naaru comes back, we can simply eliminate it when its guard is down."

"And if the Burning Legion sends an army?"

A single Naaru was one thing.

An entire Legion invasion was something else entirely.

Evenson gave a quiet, amused laugh.

"The Legion..."

He let the word hang for a moment.

"...doesn’t have especially good odds this time."

His smile widened.

"And even if they do come, we fight them first. If we can’t win, we run. And if we can’t even run..."

He shrugged.

"...we hand the whole world over to someone else."

The Eredar Twins raised their eyebrows.

There it was.

Only a warlock could come up with something that shameless.

And somehow, neither of them had thought of it first.

"There’s just one more thing bothering me."

Evenson’s expression became serious.

His eyes shifted toward an empty patch of ground some distance away.

"When the Hellgate opened, I saw what was on the other side."

His brow furrowed.

"There was something in there that caught my attention."

He hesitated.

"But I’m not completely sure it was what I thought it was."

"Oh?"

The Twins followed his gaze.

Their expressions quickly became knowing smiles.

"So how are you planning to find out?"

"We ask someone who knows the situation firsthand."

The moment the words left Evenson’s mouth, Aureseus hurled a fireball toward the spot he had been watching.

The flames exploded across the empty ground.

A lazy voice emerged from the fire.

"Now that’s what I call a warm welcome."

A man stepped casually out of the flames.

He was young, at least in appearance, and dressed in a black suit.

But it wasn’t the rigid, formal sort of suit.

His tie was nowhere to be seen.

The top two buttons of his wine-red shirt were undone, revealing just enough skin to make the outfit look deliberately careless.

His hair was slicked back.

A neatly trimmed beard shadowed his jaw.

He wore an unbearably smug smile, with just enough theatrical flair to make him look slightly flamboyant.

Evenson stared.

"Who are you?"

He couldn’t stop himself from thinking that the man was almost handsome enough to rival him.

"You don’t recognize me?"

The newcomer spread his hands.

"Come on. We still have an outstanding deal between us."

"A deal?"

Evenson narrowed his eyes.

Then realization slowly dawned.

"...Mephisto?"

"Bingo. Correct answer."

Mephisto immediately applauded himself.

Evenson’s expression became strange.

"That’s... not how I remember you."

Last time he’d seen Mephisto, the demon had looked like a sinister old man.

Now he looked like a young man who’d walked straight out of an expensive nightclub.

Had all the recent chaos in Hell finally scrambled his brain?

"I should look like a terrifying old man, right?"

Mephisto gave a smug little laugh.

"Demons have countless faces."

He gestured casually toward himself.

"The appearance you saw last time was simply the face I use when negotiating deals."

"It works well for intimidating people."

"But I’m taking a vacation in the mortal world."

He ran a hand through his hair.

"If I’m going to enjoy myself, there’s no reason to show up looking like someone’s grandfather. Makes flirting considerably harder."

Evenson stared at him in disbelief.

He genuinely didn’t know what to say.

Mephisto merely smiled.

"Yes, I’m extremely old."

He spread his hands.

"But who says being old means I have to look old?"

Then he turned toward the Eredar Twins.

"I assume two beautiful demon ladies such as yourselves would agree with me."

"Of course."

The Twins nodded together.

"That’s perfectly reasonable."

Then they slowly turned back toward Evenson.

Their eyes were suddenly very dangerous.

"You agree, don’t you, Evenson?"

Evenson immediately nodded.

"Absolutely."

He gave them a solemn thumbs-up.

"That is an indisputable truth."

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