Marvel: My Sign-in System

"Obtaining the friendship of a devil is undoubtedly a very dangerous decision."

Crack!

Following the sharp sound, a large crack appeared in the air just a few meters away from everyone—like a broken mirror suspended in space. With a crisp, shattering sound, three figures stepped through.

The leader was strikingly delicate in appearance, with a sweet, almost angelic face. His long blond hair framed his features, and he wore a bright red jacket over a white shirt, paired with jeans and a necklace that glimmered against his chest. Flanking him were two tall, muscular teenagers, their sharp eyes and confident demeanor exuding danger. Dressed in stylish, branded clothing that emphasized their powerful physiques, they looked more like predators than mere humans.

Their sudden and dramatic entrance left Jane, Dr. Selvig, and Darcy frozen in shock. Verbal explanations could never compare to the visceral impact of this spectacle.

Thor's earlier conversation with Blackheart had bolstered Jane and her companions' confidence, though lingering doubts remained in their hearts. Yet the extraordinary arrival of these three strangers shattered any skepticism they still harbored.

Everything Thor had claimed was true.

He was not a delusional man clinging to fantastical stories. He was the son of Odin, Thor, the God of Thunder, a figure who truly existed in the mythologies they thought were mere tales.

The appearance of these three individuals elevated the tension to its peak, pushing this encounter between beings from Hell, Midgard, and Asgard into its climactic stage.

Both Blackheart and Thor turned to face the unexpected newcomers. The devil's gaze landed on Wanda, the leader of the trio, and the corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily.

After all, this young woman's formidable power had bested him before.

Despite the bitter memory, Blackheart betrayed no outward anger. Instead, he regarded Wanda with calm composure, his voice smooth but tinged with unease.

"Nice to see you again, beautiful lady," he said. Then, with a slight shrug, he added, "It's a pity I didn't get to see that gentleman again."

Who is that gentleman?

Though Blackheart tone was even, the fear lurking beneath his words did not escape Thor, Jane, or Darcy. They exchanged glances, silently absorbing the implications.

Wanda's response was curt and unyielding. "That day, when he expelled you, he said that if he saw you again, you would die. You should consider yourself lucky he didn't come."

Blackheart shrugged again, though his movements were more strained. "I am indeed very lucky. After experiencing his overwhelming power, I understand why my father was defeated and humiliated."

Thor's eyes widened in surprise. Blackheart's father, Mephisto, was a mighty entity who ruled over Hell, his power on par with Odin's. Yet, according to Blackheart, Mephisto had suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of someone on Earth—a human, no less.

Thor frowned, his eyes darting between Wanda and her companions. He recognized them. Earlier in the day, while eating at a small restaurant, he had noticed these three sitting in a quiet corner. At the time, they had struck him as slightly unusual, but now he realized that "unusual" didn't even begin to describe them.

They could meddle in the affairs of Hell and even had the power to make Mephisto himself suffer.

He had not been to Midgard for hundreds of years. Could this realm truly have produced such a character? It was almost beyond comprehension.

"Although you are a devil, I have to say that you disguise yourself very well," Wanda remarked, her voice sharp and unwavering. "If you were just an ordinary person, no one would see through your true form."

Wanda, ever straightforward, had no patience for devils who enjoyed toying with others.

Blackheart, however, seemed completely unfazed. He merely smiled, a shameless expression that made it clear he had no intention of responding to her accusation.

Wanda found his composure grating. Without another glance, she shifted her focus to Thor.

Though Wanda remained composed, her very presence radiated a commanding authority. Her demeanor, words, and even her gaze carried an unrelenting force.

Thor, now stripped of his divine power and rendered mortal, could still feel the piercing sharpness in Wanda's gaze. Despite this, the Asgardian Prince stood firm.

"I have met many remarkable women over the years, but you… you are the most extraordinary," Thor said, meeting Wanda's eyes without faltering. His voice was solemn, befitting the Prince of Asgard. "I can sense a terrifying power within you. Something unlike anything I've encountered before."

Wanda raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Sure enough," she said with a sly smile. "Although the All-Father sealed your divine power and transformed you into a mortal, you still carry the blood of the Odinson family."

Thor blinked, uncertain. Her choice of words struck him as odd. Sealed, not stripped.

Wanda, having delved deeply into black and white magic, had also honed her spiritual abilities to an extraordinary level. Her mastery allowed her to perceive what most could not—souls, emotions, and even glimpses of a person's past and future.

Though her sight had limits when facing beings of immense power, it was sufficient to set her apart from most mystics. Her rapid growth had brought her closer to the level of the Ancient One, the Supreme Sorcerer herself.

Through her enhanced perception, Wanda could see the truth about Thor. While he appeared to be a man stripped of his divine power, his soul and body told a different story. Both were still inherently strong, carrying within them a latent, suppressed power.

Thor and even Blackheart believed Odin had deprived Thor of his divine strength, rendering him mortal. But Wanda knew better. His power had not been taken—it was sealed.

As a member of the Odinson bloodline, Thor's divine power could not simply be removed without consequences. To strip it entirely would mean cleansing Thor of his family's lineage, severing him from the Odinson name. He would no longer be considered an heir of Asgard or a son of Odin.

Even if Odin later forgave Thor and restored his title, the stigma of such an act would remain forever.

A seal, on the other hand, was different. It could be broken given the right opportunity or circumstance. This distinction was critical, and Wanda, observing Thor's energy, had confirmed the truth: his divine power remained intact, merely suppressed.

"So, you're a witch? Or perhaps a mystic?" Thor asked, his curiosity evident.

Wanda tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a faint smile. "For now, I suppose you could call me a sorceress."