Is the Black Crow meeting the Revealer the same as before? Only Loki knows the answer, but he won't tell. He prefers others to guess.
Whether anyone is willing to guess doesn't concern him, but preparing more riddles is always interesting.
However, now that the time has come, when the Revealer, following orders, begins to reveal Loki's own story, these words are finally presented on paper, seen by some unknown observers.
Therefore, if the observers mentioned by Loki truly exist, they can see where the second Black Crow went.
It went to Mephisto's Hell, carrying a letter signed 'Your dear old friend, Loki,' a letter that integrates concepts of time, story, place, and characters, resembling a script more than a contract.
This concept is not merely a literary element but a world concept linked to the world, with the world's rules infused into the letter.
After delivering the letter to a demon, the second Black Crow plunged headlong into the magma on the ground like a moth to a flame, turning into a green flame, disappearing in a flash.
When the demon handed this letter to the Demon King, the crimson Demon King looked at the conditions in the letter, feeling the power contained therein, and revealed a strange smile.
'Oh? Isn't this quite interesting?'
The Demon King said so. Loki, who called himself an old friend, had offered the Destruction Maidens as a deposit and promised to help Mephisto acquire something that in the future would help him become Satan.
Satan is a title that any Hell Lord or Demon King desires, representing the control over all Hell rules, leading to a higher stage.
Mephisto didn't trust Loki. In his impression, Loki was just a whelp of Asgard, no, a whelp of the Frost Giants. Trust is a foolish act; believing in others in this world is a dead end, especially for devils.
Yet for some reason, the Demon King still joined the game without hesitation. His army is endless, and he happened to have some matters to verify.
Such as whether the Destruction Maidens were real, what confidence Loki had to negotiate with him, and why the Supreme Mage's heir would go to the Celestial Realm.
Life in Hell is boring; even the most terrible screams will eventually bore the Demon King. But a mysterious transaction? Mephisto loves transactions.
...........
The third Black Crow went to find Little Zemo. In Loki's story, Old Zemo died early, killed by Red Skull's Death Spore Bomb.
And Little Zemo coming out early was the development Loki desired.
A young and clever Avenger, though a cliché, is a classic script. Such a person is easier to manipulate.
Because Little Zemo had no past story, no one knew his past character or former thoughts, making it easier to mold his character.
Loki didn't even need to think to craft the subsequent story, allowing him to develop along a predetermined trajectory.
But not yet, as the Black Crow indoctrinated Little Zemo with a lot of thoughts and knowledge through language hints and hypnosis, indirectly controlling his body, obtaining the Stone of Destiny sent by Future Loki, and then had Zemo contact Red Skull's daughter.
That mad woman released the Great Serpent, according to the method Zemo told her.
Next, Zemo led his army into the Immortal Palace. The Black Crow, or rather Loki, was the real guide; he had been a King of Asgard in future stories.
Thus, he could even create passages out of nothing, combined with Lady Lotus's abilities, allowing passage without hindrance.
Only after Little Zemo forged the Stone of Destiny could Loki send these stones to the Ancient Era in the future, to be discovered by Odin under the World Tree, becoming a family heirloom of the Immortal Palace.
Until the day came when these stones would save Thor's life.
Therefore, when the Crow left Little Zemo's body, dissipating into a wisp of green smoke, Little Zemo only realized that the 'Voice of the Heart' that had been speaking to him suddenly disappeared.
Then he felt the sting on his face and sat under a tree pondering what had happened in the past, wondering why he had no memory of it.
Everything that happened in the past few days seemed like a dream; he seemed to have sleepwalked with an army to the Immortal Palace. He did those things, he remembered, but it seemed not to have been his intention.
He realized immediately that he was in grave danger and began pondering how to remedy it; fortunately, he had inexplicably drunk some spring water before, and now his mind was quick.
The fourth Black Crow went to find Surtur; the flames of the Flame Hell made its feathers emit a charred smell.
Yet it told Surtur that old friend Loki would bring Thor to him. They only needed the Fire Giants to send cannon fodder to Asgard and Warnerheim to do some things, using hostages to coerce Odin into inviting Surtur to the Immortal Palace, thus triggering the Twilight of the Gods.
The Fire Giant agreed, his confidence stemming from power.
So later, when Loki suddenly rescued Thor and his party, Surtur became so angry and cursed Loki because he felt betrayed.
Not because of illusion techniques, but because of lies.
Little did he know that young Loki knew nothing, while the Black Crow was Loki's soul split and came from a distant future, after the battle of the Twilight of the Gods.
As Surtur fell into a rage of deception and lost his calm, it served better to attract attention from all sides, which was one of Old Loki's plans.
The fifth bird went to find Conqueror Kang, giving that megalomaniac a time coordinate, a temptation.
And Kang was just a warm-up actor. Loki had to give a hint, a direction for thought for the only uncontrolled player in the story, Deathstroke.
Yes, the riddle was related to time, always related.
And the task of the sixth Black Crow was quite simple.
It always followed Frigga. The old Loki wanted to see his mother more, thinking of how good she was to his younger self.
"Did you see what was written in the book just now?"
The elderly Loki raised one hand while the other seemed to turn pages, showing the story to the younger Loki.
Unfortunately, the current Loki can't see anything; he can only see darkness.
The opponent's fingers, like withered branches, danced in the air as if silently mocking him.
"..."
The old Loki's game had already begun. At this point, he no longer needed to rewrite the story but had to participate in it personally.
Because there is someone whose story cannot be completely rewritten.
Loki could make those around Deathstroke live like court jesters, enticing Deathstroke to sneer or perform acts of mischief.
He could also arrange some skits for Deathstroke, but they always seemed to be escaped from.
He couldn't rewrite Deathstroke's dark personality core. This person seemed to always self-correct, becoming dark.
Loki realized that Deathstroke is like him, a person with a 'story.' No matter how he adds drama to Deathstroke, it often plays out only halfway before waking up.
At sensitive moments, Deathstroke would even directly leave this universe and head outside the All-Powerful Universe, causing Loki's plans to be postponed time and again.
For the future, Loki at this moment must personally step in. He needs an 'identity' to converse with Deathstroke.
He knows the depths of Deathstroke, and Deathstroke knows his. An old Loki appearing is not as trustworthy as a young Loki.
Loki previously arranged some fool acts for his younger self just to leave Deathstroke with the impression that Loki is foolish, and then suddenly change the situation when they meet next time...
"Young me, answer me, do you love your brother Thor?"
In the green flames, the image of old Loki swayed with the fire, like a ghostly fire, and his sharp voice pierced into the younger self's eardrums.
"Him? He is overbearing, arrogant, and foolish, as if any flaw in character can find a reflection in him, but he is my brother." Young Loki looked at his face, raising one eyebrow.
He was utterly annoyed with Thor, but that was his brother.
"Balder." The old Loki said the name of the eldest son of God.
"It's different. Balder is brave, kind, gentle, strong; he is like a prince from a fairy tale, all so perfect..."
"So he must die," the old Loki nodded. Balder's death was merely an escape; the young Loki thought Balder was thoroughly dead, but the story the old Loki arranged for Balder was not like that.
He knew how his younger self would answer. Many times, stories only need the beginning written down; this world will automatically continue writing.
And he just wants to hear the current Loki say it aloud.
Old Loki merely wants Balder to suffer, missing an opportunity. Moreover, now, he wants to lure Deathstroke to the Hell Border, bringing him closer to the Magic Realm; that is the target.
"Must die." Loki looked at the smile on his older self's face and also showed a distant smile: "I killed Balder; I only told Thor about this. He was naturally very angry, but to protect me, he hid everything from Odin. He said he lost his brother and didn't want to lose a brother again."
While talking, Loki's facial expression kept changing. Although Thor is very annoying with many flaws, he isn't a suitable prince or king, but a good brother.
"Hehehe... Young me, rare innocence, do you really think Odin doesn't know? He indeed isn't omniscient, but he knows most of the things in this world, including your little secret with Thor and the truth about Balder's not dying. Succession disputes are unavoidable in any dynasty; he's only allowing Balder to temporarily step aside, besides Balder himself never thought of competing with you."
The elderly Loki closed the invisible book again, folded his arms, and said light-footedly.
Young Loki frowned: "Damn."
"That's right, damn, but can't die; his role hasn't finished playing yet."
"What on earth do you want to tell me? We've already been around the bush too much." Loki of today closed his eyes. The green flames made him very uncomfortable as if recalling some past events, but it's not his past.
The image of old Loki shrunk in stature, a stone platform arose from the ground. He took off the horned helmet from his head, placing it on the platform, and his black hair draped over his shoulders.
"We can avoid Twilight of the Gods. Do you want to keep your mother alive? Keep Thor alive? Remove the hated Odin? Ascend the throne yourself?"
"What do you want my current self to do? Future, evil me."
"Future is correct, but evil? Just because of these flames? This is our favorite color, the same as the color of Leia's skirt."
"Who is Leia?"
"Our lover, mother's maid, the Nether God's right hand, Lord of Hell, our sister. Guess which one she is?"
"I guess none, you're just disturbing my thoughts."
"Hehehe..."
In the narrow underground space, the air made a slight tremor. The old Loki seemed very pleased, as if he treated it as yet another joke.