Zatanna walked up to Constantine, knelt down, looked into his eyes and said, "I know that you are not as evil and ruthless as you appear, so your soul is feeling extremely sad."
As she said that, she gently reached out her hand, touched Constantine's eyebrows with her fingertips, and then said: "But you need to rest now. There will be no more devils to haunt your dreams. Go to sleep, John..."
Along with her soft murmur, Constantine slowly closed his eyes, his breathing rhythm gradually became even, Zatanna sighed and whispered: "Okay, now, I have to do everything. "
"The most evil curse, the chaos of Gotham, hell and heaven..." Zatanna whispered as she stood up, turned around, and planned to leave.
But the moment she turned her back, Constantine jumped up, strangled her neck from behind, and pushed her to the ground.
Zatanna struggled desperately and shouted: "Constantine!! You madman!! Let me go!!!"
As she struggled, she caught sight of Constantine's eyes, the madness there telling Zatanna that she was wrong.
She always thought that Constantine became so evil and crazy because of magic. It was the curses imposed on him by the devil that confused his thinking, and the endless nightmares that drove him crazy.
But now, the fire burning in his eyes told Zatanna that magic was by no means the dye of his madness, or even the firewood. He was a madman first, and a magician second.
The lack of oxygen caused Zatanna to gradually lose consciousness. When she stopped resisting, Constantine stood up panting. Although he had a young and strong body and the pain was far away from him, he still I feel very weak, as if a piece of my soul is forever missing.
He reached out and touched Zatanna's prop belt. After opening it, there were only some gadgets used by magicians, but for Constantine, it was enough.
He did not choose to perform magic in the Batcave, but staggered away from here, as if being urged by something, as quickly as possible, he came to the basement where he lived before.
This is the so-called "spiritual gap", which can provide the magician with the best environment for casting spells. Constantine placed the cards on the ground, drew the pattern with chalk, and then used a lighter to light the wheat ears.
He knelt down on one knee and began to whisper incantations in the magic circle. This was his best method of summoning demons.
Halfway through the incantation, Constantine did not notice any demonic aura, so he gave up reciting the incantation, stood up, and found the fragments of the wine bottle he had broken before in the corner of the room. In your hand, return to the center of the magic circle.
Then, he cut his palm with a fragment of the wine bottle, and blood dripped on the burnt black wheat ears. Constantine chanted the incantation again, but still no one responded.
Originally, he could still hear some distant whispers, but after adding his own blood, the surroundings became eerily quiet.
Constantine fell to the ground. He should have thought that neither angel nor demon would be fooled a second time. ….
Before, the reason why he could borrow power from various people again and again without repaying the debt was simply because of four words - sunk cost.
In the beginning, when Constantine had not entered the occult world, all magicians paid their debts honestly. Therefore, the demons were completely unprepared. They never thought that a weak human would dare to not repay their debts. .
The demons are very emboldened because they know that human willpower is very fragile. If humans dare not to repay their debts, they will definitely cry if they harass them in their dreams or leave some painful curses on them. Call your mother to pay off your debt.
The demons did not expect that Constantine was not only not afraid of this kind of pain, but also hoped that this kind of pain would alleviate his inner guilt. He wished that the devil would come more often and he would accept all the pain.
As a result, some demons fell into his trap and lent their power to him, but were rejected. But at this time, other demons who were not well-informed
The devil also lent him his power.
Constantine found the first group of demons and told them, if you don't lend me any more power, I will give my soul to the people on the other side to repay the debt.
The demons felt sorry for the power they had invested, and did not want those competitors competing for his soul to have Constantine's soul all to themselves, so they borrowed some of his power.
After accumulating more power, Constantine can summon more powerful demons, borrow more power, and then use the same method to continue snowballing until he becomes one of the most powerful magicians in the occult world.
Later, almost all angels and demons were borrowed from him.
The sins on his body are increasing, and he is becoming more and more desirable. Everyone wants his soul, but they don’t want his soul to fall into the hands of others, so whenever he is in danger, they Everyone will come to the rescue.
If they don't save Constantine, or don't lend him power when he's in trouble, not only will all the early investment be in vain, but they won't get his soul in return in the later period, and more importantly, they won't get his soul in return. No one wants to suffer a loss after funding a competitor in vain, which is why Constantine borrowed money from Bailing.
However, Schiller paid off all debts for Constantine. In other words, when Constantine's company went through bankruptcy liquidation, all assets offset all liabilities, and all creditors recovered their costs and even paid back their debts. There is some surplus.
So at this time, Constantine opened a company in his own name and wanted to seek investment. Who else would invest?
In the past, they kept investing money, but they were afraid that they would not be able to recoup their costs and would have to go all the way. But now, after going through many hardships, they finally have a good result.
All the employers felt their chests and rejoiced that they were lucky enough to have met a liar and could still recoup their costs. No matter how stupid they were, they would not make a second investment in a liar whose credibility had been completely lost.
Constantine tried countless magic circles to summon demons or angels in the basement room, but did not get any response.
All the magical power in his body disappeared as the scars healed. Now, he has nothing but a healthy body and a head full of occult theoretical knowledge. ….
Constantine sat on the floor of the messy basement he painted, took out a cigarette from the pocket of his windbreaker, lit it, and just took a puff, he choked and coughed twice.
Then he discovered that not only magic, but also his addiction to cigarettes, alcohol, and drugs were all gone. He completely returned to the ignorant state he was in when he was 17 years old, and he truly gained a new life.
Constantine wanted to continue smoking, but as if he thought of something again, he showed a smile that was uglier than crying, then threw the cigarette aside and looked at the thin smoke rising from the slowly burning cigarette butt on the ground. , Constantine whispered: "Wonderful rejuvenation, Professor."
Constantine sat there and covered his face with his hands again. When he calmed down, the fearful emotion he had been avoiding invaded him again, which made him begin to breathe quickly and tremble all over.
"No... no... don't think about it, don't think about them... don't think about anything, empty your mind..." Constantine mumbled while holding his head, and then started groping on the ground instinctively.
Next to the mattress where he slept, he touched a small pill bottle, which contained his usual snacks, which could bring him a good night's sleep. He unscrewed the lid with trembling arms and poured out a lot of pills. In the palm of your hand.
Just when he instinctively wanted to put the pill into his mouth, he threw the pill out as if he had been burned, started shaking his hands wildly, and then yelled:
"No! John! What are you doing?! You can't do this! You can't smoke, drink or take drugs anymore...think about what gave you a new life!"
Soon, his voice became weak again, and then he said: "But I want to divert my attention, I want to sleep, I can't think about them..."
"You deserve this, you deserve it... John, you have killed so many people, innocent children, reliable friends, but you want to use physical pain
To escape this guilt, you can’t do it now, you deserve it all..."
Like a suffocating fish, Constantine kept squeezing out short "cough" sounds from his throat. Then, as if he had seen some hallucination, he stood up and said to the air:
"Astra, is it you? I can explain that incident. It wasn't me... I didn't mean it... I really didn't..." Constantine's breathing rate became faster and faster, and his voice was full of content. pain.
Then he got angry again and said, "Devils! It's all the fault of you devils! It was you who took away the souls of innocent people!"
Standing in the dark basement room, Constantine heard whispers in his ears.
"It's you! Constantine! Don't try to blame it on us..."
"It was your misuse of magic that caused the tragedy..."
"It was your arrogance and exaggeration that caused all of this..."
Suddenly, Constantine turned his head sharply and looked to his side, but there was nothing there, but he suddenly shouted crazily: "No! This is all your conspiracy! It's your plan to take revenge on me! !!」
"Thomas!! I know it's you! You have never died. You have always been with me, trying to torture me in various ways. All of this is a conspiracy made by you to make me collapse!! !"….
Constantine kept waving his arms and shouted into the air: "I killed you in your mother's belly! But so what? This world is inherently unfair!!!"
"After your father learned that your mother was pregnant with twins, he only gave you a name!!! He gave you his name!!!" Constantine's voice almost broke: "Only your name is Thomas! And I can only call him John!"
"John... John... it was a name he heard at the gambling table, so he threw it to me!"
"Every time I hear him call your name, I feel the flames of jealousy burning my soul! So. I must kill you! Otherwise, he will never love me!"
When Constantine kept swinging at the air, he seemed to be dancing, always accompanied by the dance of evil curses, crazy, cruel and dangerous, like a puppet at the mercy of fate.
Soon, he stopped, like a toy whose clockwork had stopped spinning. He stopped suddenly, put his hands on his knees and gasped, and then whispered:
"What if I really did something wrong? Maybe..." Maybe...
As he muttered, he began to search in the room. Then, he found a piece of wire used to fix the mattress next to the mattress. He held the wire and looked up at the ceiling.
Countless blood seeped out from the gaps in the walls of the room, dyeing the floor and ceiling dark red. Water poured in from the stairs until the entire room was submerged in warm amniotic fluid.
Through the fetal wall and the current of amniotic fluid, Constantine heard another heartbeat. He heard a vague voice coming from outside the mother's belly:
"Little Thomas...little Thomas..."
This voice is so soft and gentle, carrying endless expectations and love.
In a trance, Constantine saw an umbilical cord dangling above his head, and another him was standing opposite him, putting his ear to the fetal wall, listening to his father's gentle call, and feeling the blessing of his birth by his relatives. expectations.
Constantine stretched out his shaky arms and pulled the umbilical cord over. In his chaotic thoughts, he thought, if he really did something wrong, it was that he should understand earlier that someone who is not expected to His life should not have come into this world.
The umbilical cord gradually enlarged in Constantine's field of vision, and when it touched his cheek, it felt suddenly hard and cold.
Then. He felt a heavy falling feeling. He thought maybe it was because his mother was giving birth, and the pressure made him feel suffocated.
But soon, he felt warmth again. After the amniotic fluid drained away, the fetal wall wrapped around him, like a mother's gentle embrace.
In such warmth, Constantine felt very relaxed
Peace and tranquility, just like that, he slowly fell into sleep.
"boom!!!!!!!!"
"No!!!! John!!!!!!!"
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