I've seen enough to know the appearance of a tyrannical despot when one receives absolute power, it's inevitable really. You don't seem to need me any longer, but feel free to call, I've had far duller encounters. If not I'll see you when your debt is to be paid, "over there".

Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.

Following Mephistopheles' remark he leaves you to dictate for the rest of your days, until of course, you must serve him in Hell.

Do you wish to make another bargain?