Mephisto (Earth-616)/Quotes

Well may you tremble! For you gaze upon... Mephisto!

For this time you face...Satan Himself! Too long have you defied my power, Johnny Blaze--Far too long, and though you have bested two of my servants, your fate is sealed

Damn! Can't you do anything right, Dracula?

Mark me as well, demon: as long as Mephisto rules--the freedom you crave will never be yours! Never! Never! Never!!

Many are the good men who can resist murder, theft, and cruelty. But a touch of greed? A bit of laziness? These are the seeds of the ruination that can bring down the best of men!

Loki considers himself a master dissembler -- and he is -- compared to all save Mephisto!

I want the stars.

Why, Stephen -- has someone tricked your friend into believing the infant savior's been left in his care? Can your friend really have been so... blind?

Listen well, Charles. I am beyond existence. I cannot be destroyed.

Who is this filthy little morsel Cynthia...? Not the beast that stewed in your black loins?

I want that which gives you joy, that which sustains you in your moments of greatest despair, the source of your strength, your happiness, your dreams and your passion. I want your love... I want your marriage.

Very well. Welcome, Thor! Spawn of the passion of Odin Skyfather and Gaea Earthmother, of the fallen halls of Asgard... I give you Hell.

Your mistake, of course, was not offering me pretzels. The Devil likes his pretzels.

It's a date, not a senate hearing. I'll have her back by midnight. After that, you know, be busy sacrificing virgins. Too soon for jokes? My bad.

Ho ho, I like that happy ending.

Our final war has now truly begun!

My origin bargain... the one that marked Venom... was not with Flash. It was with the symbiote.

I am the architect of your ultimate fall. I am the null. The void. The Hell that hungers... and I'm going to tell you a secret... I'm going to tell you a secret about your life... about why you'll never find true happiness... because you will always be missing something. Incomplete. Unfinished. And ultimately, no matter how hard you fight, which cause you choose, the battle will always end with your facing... emptiness.

You have defied me and beaten me at every turn, Victor... I was willing to wait for you, but there is no way in Hell... (And when I say that I actually mean it.) ...that I'm going to sit back and let you worm your way out of your cursed fate!

This is cosmic karma debt. He @#$@ the Devil and now the Devil has #$@#$ him back.

So, yes, Stephen Strange, let us play our little game. Your confidence does not surprise me in the least. But even you should remember what they say around these parts to those who feel lucky. How does it go again? Oh, yes... the house always wins.

Come now, Ben. It's me. You can be honest. Whatever your intentions, whatever your protests and personal cries of self-worth... you know you're a villain. More... you enjoy it.

Oh Blackheart my boy, you know I delight in bringing great suffering to all "Spider-Men." This one is no exception.

Is there anything else I can do for you, Agent Coulson?

Playing puppet master over the course of eons never bores. Every soul is different. Therefore, no two sleights of hand, no two bits of trickery are exactly the same. The sweetest of them come about as I deal with those arrogant enough to believe they're manipulating me... when I invented the concept.

The Ring. The Scepter. The Crown. These things must be done in the proper order. But soon Conan will reveal that which we seek... and then the Earth will tremble as Mephisto walks free!

Heh. Namor. Dracula. The Winter Guard. My dear Coulson doesn't believe they'll work together. He doesn't realize... they already are. They just don't know it. For the influence of Mephisto knows no bounds.

You'd be surprised what extenuating circumstances can do. But I don't wanna be inflexible. My deals are my assets, and as you can see -- I'm not opposed to games of chance. What do you say, Stephen? Your side versus mine, red or black -- you feeling lucky?

You're gonna be my finest deal in a millennium, Norman. My legacy made flesh.

Oh, Harry. You poor fool. It was never about you. You were just the pawn, the victim of circumstance. The soul that hangs in the balance.

I was expecting to find my blessed snake children here hissing hymnals to my glory. Instead, I find children of a different sort. The sort who should've never been born. Rest assured, I will correct the mistakes of this world. Of all the rancid Earths... from here to infinity's end. For my name is Mephisto. And I am many. We shall see you again soon, Avengers. Once the last Earth falls. And the great red flood begins.

You're right, Nighthawk, the army of Mephistos has indeed fallen. But they still serve their purpose. Through me. Welcome, Avengers... to the end of everything.

Your time as the Ghost Rider is about to come to an end.

Stop fighting me, Daken. Or I'll return you to the grave I dug you out of.

From atop my throne, I have dominion over all souls who have been cast down into these fiery pits. The Soul Forge expands that power tenfold... giving me power over all souls in Hell... and every soul on Earth.

Norman... it's started now... you're going to do great things.

I was reigning in Hell when your kind were still slithering in muck. And sure, we've had our laughs since then, humanity and I. But after so many eons of incessant sinfulness, it has gotten so that even the sight of a sniveling lecherous priest being flayed alive... fails to bring a smile to my face. Hell makes slaves of us all, sooner or later, even the devil who sits the throne.

If it works for them, why not for us? How would you feel, my Lord Doom...about forming a team of our own?

Even the Sorcerer Supreme yields to my power! I reign over all from my infernal throne! And for the record, I know this place is super farty, but you do get used to the sulfur smell. Honestly, I don't even notice it anymore.

You're dead, Peter Quill. You're all dead. And you're mine... Mine to claim from the Softlands, the shifting place for those who don't know where to go after death. There are many places like this, usually tied to where you're from. But this place... This is for roamers... Nomads... Travelers who have no true home...