The Witch Hunter System

Mephistopheles was speechless.

What kind of baby name was Mephi? How was that suitable for a Great Devil?

Not only did he not get his wish, his name was shortened even further. Given his nature, he should have known not to ask anything of Thanatos. After all, he only liked to sleep and do nothing.

Thanatos rarely involved himself with Gehenna's matters unless it was something big, and Abaddon's death was definitely a big matter.

Mephistopheles could only quietly accept whatever name was given by Thanatos.

However, he wouldn't go down without a fight.

"Then, I'll just call you Thana."

"Do you really want to play that game with me, Meph?" Thanatos asked, staring at Mephistopheles directly.

At the same time, Mephistopheles stared into Thanatos's pair of dark, empty eye sockets that seemed like a deep abyss with endless death swirling at its bottom.

It was as if the unfathomable power of death would rush out at a moment's notice.

Thanatos could disrespect others, but others could not disrespect him since he was the Realm Lord of Gehenna.

"Forget it. You don't play fair, Thanatos," Mephistopheles conceded as he surrendered to the silent pressure.

"Why should I play fair when I can play to win?" Thanatos nonchalantly replied.

Although Mephistosphele wanted to retort, no words came out of his open mouth. There was no point in trying.

As such, he lit a cigarette and had a puff while enjoying the gloomy scenery in silence until the others arrived. However, his casual smoking unexpectedly attracted Thanatos's attention.

"What is that?"

"This? A product from the human world: a cigarette. It's funny how humans enjoy this stuff even if it kills them. I got curious, so I tried it. Now I understand why they do what they do."

"You know it kills, but you still introduce such poison into your body? I don't understand you, Meph."

"It's such a low-level poison; it doesn't harm my divine body. Even then, I can just drink a low-level impurity-cleansing potion to flush out the filth. What's the point of living if you don't enjoy it? I'm not like you, who sleeps all day, Thanatos."

Of the seven Great Devils, Mephistopheles was probably the only one who could talk to Thanatos more boldly.

Their hobbies could be determined by their appearances alone.

Despite being the Realm Lord of Gehenna, the Lich King Thanatos did not dress fancy. He only wore a simple, ragged black cloak and covered himself in darkness and death.

On the other hand, Mephistopheles dressed fancy in the products of humans.

He was supposed to be a demon with black wings and horns, but none of them were seen in his formal black suit. He also had his hair slicked back according to one of the men's trending hairstyles.

Mephistopheles could have been mistaken for a human if not for his deep black eyes and glaring red pupils.

"Looks like I'm not first," a third voice entered the Stonehenge.

Thanatos and Mephistopheles both shifted their attention to the third arriver, a beautiful woman in skin-tight black leather armor, showcasing the curves of her voluptuous body.

She also had a distinctive long devil tail and two pairs of bat wings—a small pair on her head like horns and a big pair on her waist. Without them, she could have also been mistaken for a human woman.

Although she also looked slender and weak but seductive like a brothel whore, she carried an enormous battle axe that was longer than her height by half and weighed over a hundred thousand kilograms.

Only a fool would not realize the extraordinariness of her brute strength.

She was undoubtedly the Succubus Queen and Great Devil of the Redsong Territory, Astarte the Charming.

"No, you're the fourth," Mephistopheles casually replied.

"The fourth?" Astarte paused

With her eyebrow raised in doubt, she glanced around to determine the location of the supposed third Great Devil who had arrived before her.

However, she failed to locate the Great Devil. Not even a third divine aura could be sensed.

"Your jokes aren't funny, Mephistopheles. Are you trying to get my attention? You should have just said so. Why don't we return to my lair for a more private talk?"

"…Forget it. I'm not tired of living yet."

"Hmph, Pussy."

"…"

Mephistopheles's lips twitched.

He pretended not to have heard Astarte's derogatory remark and ignored her. It was better not to play with fire, lest he get himself burned.

Why were the ones to arrive first the most serious and least fun to play with?

Sometime later, Balmodan the Undying and Helcan the Mighty also arrived from their respective territories.

"Great, Wolf-man and Giant-bro are here," Mephistopheles rejoiced at their arrival, becoming energetic again after a period of idleness.

However, Balmodan and Helcan didn't share his energy. After briefly glancing at him, they immediately ignored him right after. They weren't interested in clowning with him or entertaining his boredom.

They had already learned how to deal with the Trickster long ago.

"That just leaves Fairy-girl and Bloodsucker—Oh, no. Bloodsucker is dead, isn't he? I guess Fairy-girl is last."

"Take your seats. Hecate will be here soon."

Once Thanatos's command sounded, the other four Great Devils quickly took their seat around the stone table.

However, as Helcan passed by Astarte's seat, he was immediately attracted to her powerful and heavy battle axe that seemed to be made from higher grades of starcore iron.

He subconsciously reached out to it.

Pak!

Astarte immediately slapped Helcan's rough, rocky hand away before glaring at him coldly.

"If you try to touch my stuff again, I can't promise your hands will remain intact, Helcan," Astarte warned.

Helcan frowned at Astarte's unfriendly attitude before his lips curled with contempt. He replied, "A divine weapon like this is practically made for me. A slender woman like you is unworthy of wielding it."

"Are you challenging me?" Astarte uttered gloomily as the surrounding temperatures starkly dropped to a chilling level.

"Heh," Helcan snickered before saying, "Was it so hard to understand?"

Boom!

Two powerful divine auras immediately surged out of Helcan and Astarte and clashed, squeezing all the air out of their confrontation zone.

Helcan and Astarted glared at each other with sharp-rising battle intent.

However, a deathly aura soon slipped into their oppressive fields with little resistance, covering their bodies like a Grim Reaper's scythe resting around their necks.

"Sit," Thanatos uttered.

Helcan and Astarte had no choice but to obey, putting off their rivalry for another time when Thanatos wasn't around.

Not long after, Hecate finally arrived at the Stonehenge. She immediately noticed the Great Devils were all present and seated.

"I'm late?"

"No, you're just in time."