This one's Iceflame55's fault. Just so's you all know.
Disclaimer: Still not mine. Still wish it was.
"You look displeased," Buffy gritted her teeth, trying not to turn around. "Is this not what you wanted.
"What do you want, Mephisto?"
"One of these days you're going to treat your father with the respect I deserve," he scowled.
"A nuke to the face?" she quipped, looking at the destruction her outburst had caused. The entire 'factory' ad been levelled, all who were still inside at the time, vaporised. "I could manage that, I think."
"Oh, but isn't it impressive?" Mephisto asked, stepping up beside her. "All this power, all the damage you can cause... why do you hold back?"
"Um, duh?" she snarked. "This on Earth? Aside from the lives lost..."
"No big deal there," Mephisto shrugged. "Hundreds of souls that were on their way to me anyway."
"I'd rather not have to face off against the Avengers," she finished.
"Oh rubbish," Mephisto waved her off. "With proper training, they wouldn't even stand a chance."
"Right," Buffy snorted. "And you could give me that after how long just watching?"
"Of course," Mephisto said. "I've been waiting for this! You have unleashed your power. You are finally ready to learn."
"And if I don't want to?" Buffy snapped. "You're little deals have never been worth anything to me before, now you want to step in?"
"And you would rather just what? Rot like one of them?" Mephisto spat. "You are greater than those meatbags. You are my daughter!"
"Am I?" Buffy asked. "Because if you ask me, I'm the daughter of Hank Summers."
"A useful pawn, but a pawn none the less," Mephisto snorted derisively. "Elizabeth, my dear girl," his tone changed to something smooth, oily. Like a used car salesman, Buffy thought. "It is time for you to accept the truth of who and what you are: my heir, my daughter and the young woman who will help me bring hell to earth."
"Not interested," Buffy said, walking past him and towards the exit. "Choose someone else," Mephisto said nothing as she walked out on him.
"Run, my dear," he whispered. "Run to your mother, your friends who don't really know you. I'm a patient being and we have all of eternity. In the end, you will come to me of your own free will..." he reached into the shadows and pulled out the shaken, burned but still living 'Ken'. "Until then... I shall have to amuse myself elsewhere.
