Marvel: Traveling through time with Warcraft skills

"This... Are we going to hell this time?"

Ward's lips trembled slightly, and he uttered this sentence with difficulty, with obvious tremors in his voice.

Various horrible scenes about hell emerged in his mind involuntarily,

The blazing fire, the wailing souls, the endless darkness and torture,

When he thought of these, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

After all, he had done many dishonorable things in his past experiences,

If he really stepped into hell, it was still unknown whether he could get out of it unscathed.

At this time, even Barton and Coulson, who were always calm and composed, had extremely unnatural expressions on their faces.

Geralt took in everyone's reactions, and he smiled and said:

"Don't worry, I didn't let you go to hell. Besides, Lucifer is not in hell. We are going to Los Angeles."

"Los Angeles? Why? Don't tell me that Satan is there."

Coulson was full of doubt.

"You guessed right, Lucifer is in Los Angeles."

Geralt said calmly.

"What does the devil want to do in Los Angeles?"

Coulson became more and more curious.

"Don't think too much. He's just on vacation. We're not looking for trouble this time. We just want something from him."

Geralt said in a relaxed tone.

His words made the nervous people feel a little relieved.

Los Angeles at night.

The neon lights outside a brightly lit bar were flashing, illuminating the streets with a variety of colors.

People of all kinds were walking around, laughing and talking, or walking in a hurry.

Geralt and his group appeared outside.

"Is Lucifer here? It's really a place where people can easily fall, which fits his personality."

Coulson stood at the door of the bar, looking around,

The noisy music, the ambiguous lights, and the mixed smell of alcohol and perfume in the air,

all made him frown.

"I met him many years ago and helped him a little. I hope he still remembers me. Coulson and Barton will come in with me later, and the others will wait outside."

Geralt took a deep breath, with a complicated look in his eyes.

After that, he led the way in.

Inside the bar, on the dance floor, countless men and women twisted their bodies to their heart's content,

Their eyes were blurred, immersed in this atmosphere of decadence and luxury.

And on the main stage of the bar, a handsome and evil man was playing the piano and singing.

"Is that him? He looks a bit ordinary."

Barton narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a hint of contempt,

his eyes were fixed on the man on the stage who had been stared at by Geralt as soon as he came in.

"This is the great hidden in the city. Don't respond to his words later, Lucifer is as cunning as recorded."

Geralt warned Coulson and Barton beside him.

At this time, Lucifer Morningstar on the stage seemed to have noticed Geralt's gaze,

raised his eyes slightly, and showed a meaningful smile.

A moment later, a hot girl in a sexy short skirt and dark skin,

walked through the bustling crowd and walked towards Geralt and his party.

"Come with me, my lord is waiting for you behind."

Her voice was a little charming, but her eyes were cold.

Geralt nodded, without any hesitation, and followed the hot girl.

Colson and Barton looked at each other, and saw tension and uneasiness in each other's eyes,

but they still followed Geralt firmly.

They walked through a dimly lit corridor filled with a mysterious atmosphere,

some strange and cult paintings were hung on the surrounding walls.

In a room deep in the bar, the lights were dim and ambiguous, and the air was filled with a faint aroma of wine.

Geralt and others met Lucifer.

Lucifer lazily leaned on a sofa, gently shaking a glass of fine wine in his hand.

"Geralt. Haha, I didn't expect to see you here. Why did you come to see me on purpose?"

He raised his head and laughed, with a playful and curious look in his eyes.

"I didn't expect you to remember me. I'm really flattered."

Geralt showed a seemingly humble smile.

"Last time, you did a good job helping me. I was impressed. This time you didn't come to me for a drink, did you? Is there anything you need?"

Lucifer took a sip of the wine, put down the glass, sat up straight, and stared at Geralt.

At the moment when he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly flashed a red light.

"I heard that Morpheus's helmet is in your hand. I need it, can you sell it to me?"

Geralt was helpless.Looking at the flash of red light, he was calm and went straight to the point.

He stared at Lucifer, waiting for his response.

"It's not you who needs it, it's Morpheus who needs it. What did he tell you? Why didn't he come to me in person?"

Lucifer raised his eyebrows slightly, and did not immediately agree to Geralt's request, but instead raised a question.

"It seems that he can't hide it from you. He said that he had a grudge against you in his early years, so he asked me to be the middleman. See if I can get his helmet back."

Geralt said frankly, without any intention of concealing anything, to show his sincerity and neutral position.

"Did he tell you that? It seems that he didn't tell you the truth.

It's not wrong to say that there was a grudge. Many years ago, I had a sweet time with him.

Who knew that one day, he suddenly dumped me and fell in love with a human woman. Do you think he was too much?"

Lucifer slowly stood up and told a story that shocked Geralt.

"I have to say, these gods and demons are really good at playing. They don't care about men or women."

Geralt was amazed in his heart, but he remained calm on the surface, just narrowed his eyes slightly,

and was amazed at this complex emotional relationship beyond imagination.

"Of course, he really went too far.

But I saw your portrait at his place. It seems that he has never forgotten you over the years. He must have often looked at your portrait in the dead of night and felt sad.

After all, human life is too short. He must have been confused for a while."

Geralt smiled and deliberately followed Lucifer's words.

After hearing this, Lucifer was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud.

"Although I know what you said is false. But I am still happy to hear it.

Well, it's useless for me to keep that thing anyway. But what do you plan to exchange? I don't like ordinary things."

He sat back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and his eyes rekindled his interest and expectation in the transaction.

His fingers tapped the armrest of the sofa rhythmically, waiting for Geralt's response.

"I got a powerful thing in my early years. Something you can't refuse. Giving it to you is also returning it to its original owner."

Geralt looked calm, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket unhurriedly and called up the photos inside.

Lucifer's originally careless eyes suddenly froze the moment he touched the screen of the mobile phone.

His pupils shrank sharply, and his eyes were fixed on the pair of snow-white angel wings on the screen.

The pair of wings exuded a holy and dazzling light in the photo.

Lucifer's breathing became rapid involuntarily.

There were countless complex emotions in his eyes, including shock, nostalgia, desire, and a trace of unspeakable pain.

These wings once belonged to him, carrying his former glory and splendor in heaven,

and also witnessed his subsequent fall and transformation.

"I didn't expect this thing to be in your hands. I really can't refuse it. Okay, I agree to this deal."

Lucifer broke the brief silence in the room.