Devil, Heathen & Savior

“I think we begin with high expectations. We shouldn’t sell ourselves short here. Not when so much is on the line.” Jean pauses. “I do. I have to. And if what you say is true, I’m hoping you’ll try and believe, too.” 

“Hmm...” He pondered stroking his chin. “I remember being an idealist. It hurts.” He leaned forward in his chair. “I appreciate your faith in this. As hard as it is to believe I’m a man of faith myself. An ordained priest of the Catholic Church. What I ask, is can you use actions to support your faith, or are you just going to hope it all happens how you want?”

“Yeah, yeah. You’ve got your hellfire and I have my microwave radiation. It’s different.”

“Yes, one is far better suited for heating up frozen dinners than the other.”

That comment was unexpected. Thor went quiet for a moment, eyes narrowing just slightly as he prepared to ignore the question altogether. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

“Oh hit the nail on the head did I? Call it a lucky desk. Not the fact that he has his agents of hell provide him with all juicy information he could ever desire. “How rude of me. I am Daimon Hellstrom, Son of Satan and Lord of Hell. Pleasure to meet you.”

“No. People don’t believe me when I say I’m not looking for trouble, but it’s the truth.” Morbius didn’t need to be making deals with any devils. It would probably only make things worse for him. “So. The Lord of Hell likes walks in the moonlight, is that it then?”

“But you have such a welcoming face, I don’t know why they wouldn’t believe you.” He chided before pivoting to lean against the wall beside them. “While it’s always night in Hell, there’s no moon or stars, well aside from rockstars, and I find myself missing their cool and gentle light on occasion.”

Wanda’s own lips remained flattened, no smirk or smile pulling them upwards. “Dramatics were never the point, even if they occurred. I suppose bringing a mountain on top of yourself can be seen as a bit over the top.” Now, she smiled slightly. “There’s always later for that, yes. You’re Daimon Hellstrom.” It was a statement and not a question.

“Oh, such a party pooper.” Daimon mused under his breath. His lips quirked up into a smirk as she stated who he was. “Ah, did some snooping when you had the Darkhold didn’t you? Tell me, what devious acts did you catch me in the midst of when you’re peering mind found me?”