"John Constantine..."
Cain's English speaking tone was very peculiar, each word exuded a strange fluctuation, the voice seemed to come from an extremely distant space, and each sentence had an echo that was difficult for ordinary people to understand.
He walked around Constantine, his handsome face that made people fall at first sight was sunk in the shadows, Cain continued.
"You followed in the footsteps of Saint William to find my tomb and took the holy blood from my few remaining blood pools. This is a gift that none of my devout followers have."
"So how do you want me to repay your favor? Have sex with you?"
Cain's face was slightly startled, but he quickly returned to normal. He turned his back to Constantine, but turned his head slightly to look at him and said, "Tell me, how is the magic world now?"
"Magic world? There is no magic world anymore." Constantine said in a mocking tone: "It's a coincidence that you came back. The demons finally couldn't help but harvest their believers. They collectively broke the contract and took back the magic they lent. Master’s power, if you want to rule the world, do it now.”
"No, I'm not that stupid. I know that my biggest enemy is not the devil, but the angels. They have never given up the idea of annihilating me." Cain continued in that weird tone.
"You want me to help you deal with the church?" Constantine sneered and said, "You don't really think my reputation is any better than yours, do you? I can't enter any of the forty-six cathedrals in the UK. , even if you show up at the door, you will get a beating."
"That's because you owe the angels so much, and they owe me."
"Stop talking about old issues and get down to business." Constantine sat cross-legged on the ground and curled his lips indifferently.
The next second, he was grabbed by a pair of bloody hands. Blood Queen Mary stretched out her hand towards him, pressed him to the wall with sharp claws condensed by magic, and strangled his neck tightly.
Constantine struggled instinctively, and Mary floated in front of him and said to him: "Listen carefully to the master, you damn stray dog!"
"Let him go, Mary." Cain smiled, stared into Constantine's eyes and said, "He is as pure as a newborn baby now. I have never seen such a pure and sinless soul in any human being. .”
Constantine was put down. He lay on the ground and coughed twice, holding his chest. He got up with some difficulty, his back pressed against the wall, because Cain had already walked in front of him.
"Your act of invading my tomb for no reason really angered me. Just when I followed the breath of blood to pursue your location, I discovered something strange about your soul - that pure breath awakened my passion for blood. I have already abandoned the dirty and unclean blood of ordinary humans."
"You want to suck my blood?"
Constantine showed a slightly crazy smile, opened his arms, tilted his neck to one side, and said, "Come, Your Majesty Cain."
"You are very sensible." Cain grabbed Constantine's chin with one hand, forced him to look at him, and stared into Constantine's eyes with his bright red pupils full of mysterious lines.
"Adam and Eve were in charge of the day and night in the Garden of Eden respectively, and when the pure blood of Abel flows in front of me, my descendants and I will forever have the blood-like twilight of the Garden of Eden, and from now on we can drink all the purity, Become a great force."
Cain's voice came closer and closer, and when his fangs were close to Constantine's neck, he heard Constantine whisper in his ear: "Kill me and I will return to my Lord, Enjoy eternal purity... Ugh!"
The sharp fangs pierced Constantine's neck, and as blood flowed out, Cain's voice became clearer and clearer.
"God will not save you, sinner. He will only banish you to the punishment of sin and fire for eternity, but I appreciate your piety, because it will make your death more sweet."
With the loss of blood, Constantine's eyes gradually lost their luster. Cain showed a smile of enjoyment, but the smile on Constantine's face was worse than him.
The hand holding the wall fell weakly. The second before Constantine lost his last life, his voice
The sound echoed in the dark room.
"You will eventually know that there is also a savior for evil people..."
"He's dead." Lilith's voice sounded in Red Robin's mind, and then her tone was filled with curiosity: "Are you just looking at it, boy?"
"Something is wrong." Red Robin frowned and said, "Everyone who thinks Constantine is easy to deal with will be in trouble."
"I know something about the Justice League Dark - there is no one in this world that Constantine dare not take advantage of. He is best at using other people's emotions to drive them to do things for him, including enemies and his friends. In other words, he is better at using others' emotions to drive them to do things for him, including enemies and his friends. In other words, he is better at Use your friends."
"Do you think he had a plan? What did he mean by those words he said before he died?" Lilith asked as if chatting.
"Constantine doesn't believe in God." Red Robin shook his head and said, "I believe that if he had the chance, he would also cheat God."
Then he frowned and repeated the last words of Constantine: "There is a savior for the wicked"...
···I guess, he may be trying to take advantage of the people who will come to save him. "
"Constantin once told Jim that a friend of his helped him pay off his debt and saved him. Since this friend was willing to pay such a high price, it was impossible to watch him die again."
Red Robin suddenly raised his eyes and said, "Constantine bets that he will save him, avenge him, and kill Cain for him..."
Hell, in Azazel's palace, Schiller and Azazel were sitting face to face on the long table in Hell, drinking and chatting, while Red Hood was sitting on the seat next to him reading a book.
"Your strategy is very effective." There was joy hidden in Azazel's tone. He took a sip of blood-like wine and continued: "All the demons who relied on power broke the contract at the same time, and the magic world was in chaos. We Years of painstaking management have paid off, and those stupid mages can no longer do without our strength."
Suddenly, the black mist around Azazel dissipated, but what appeared in it was not the devil image with horns on its head that is common in hell. It was also different from the appearance of Belial and Beelzebub that were close to animal incarnations. Zazel is a standard humanoid with blond hair and blue eyes, a handsome face, and a pair of huge black wings behind him.
"Seraph Azazel - the guardian of heaven and the scapegoat who suffered for the Lord." Schiller said while looking at Azazel with a smile.
"It's all old history." Azazel said coldly.
Just when Schiller was about to say something, Azazel saw his expression change. Then, the smile on Schiller's face disappeared and turned into a slightly surprised expression.
"...Audacious." Schiller whispered with some sigh. Azazel didn't know who he was judging.
Schiller stood up from his seat and turned to look out the window of the Devil's Palace. Suddenly, two entangled souls flew from the window to Schiller's hand. Schiller's eyes flashed, and the soul turned into pure white in his hand. point of light.
Azazel's six huge wings spread out, and he soared into the air, flying into the air above the throne. He glared at Schiller and roared.
"Are you an angel?! You lied to me!!!"
"Constantine..." Schiller read out the name of the soul. He took a deep breath, seemingly in disbelief.
Azazel also fell silent in mid-air. After a few seconds, he folded his wings and landed on the ground. He looked at the light spot in Schiller's hand and asked in surprise:
"You became Constantine's master? How did you do it? This cunning human has played all hell!" "This is my private matter, Your Majesty Azazel."
When Schiller looked at Azazel, Azazel cursed in a low voice: "Where did Lucifer find another fallen angel?!"
"How did you get Constantine's soul?" Azazel asked again.
"Heaven and hell cannot get his soul because you don't really want to save him. I suffered on his behalf and became his master."
"I am indeed an angel, and after one of his audacious offences, another me signed
Made a contract
······I have some personal matters to deal with, Your Majesty Azazel, so I will leave first. "
Azazel snorted, but before Schiller left the throne room, he said, "Be careful with Gabriel. He once made a great wish to judge all fallen people. Although it is stupid, it is very annoying."
Schiller paused, but still said: "Thank you for the reminder, Your Majesty."
In the Forgotten Bookstore, Red Hood covered his head and woke up in a daze. He found himself lying on the table with an empty wine glass in front of him.
"Is this a dream?" Red Hood asked hoarsely.
Suddenly, he saw a hand holding a cup of hot water placed in front of him. The red hood looked up and met a pair of barren gray eyes. He broke out in a cold sweat almost immediately.
"Drink." Schiller's tone was very gentle. He looked at the red hood and said, "I'm afraid you have to study by yourself for a while, because I have to occupy this body to deal with some personal matters."
Red Hood picked up the wine glass with slightly trembling fingertips and took a sip of water mechanically. He looked at Schiller's slightly unfocused eyes and couldn't look away at all, but he still put down the wine glass and said: "You..." ·Not that professor?”
"That's understandable." Schiller said with a smile.
After saying that, he wanted to turn around and go upstairs. Red Hood stood up and stopped him, asking: "What are you going to do?" Schiller put his hands on the buttons of his suit. He lowered his eyes and said, "Someone is killing someone." I have lost my Lamb, and I have to get his blood.”
"Can I come with you?" Red Hood took a deep breath and continued: My class is not over yet. "I'm afraid this is not what you want to learn."
"But I can take a look."
"If you're not bleeding, then go ahead, but wait for me here while I go change my clothes."
The red hood stood next to the stairs. He watched Schiller walk into the bedroom door. After a while, he changed into a dark red prince check three-piece suit and walked down the stairs while buttoning the suit.
Red Hood had already walked to the door. He turned to look at Schiller and asked, "Where are we going?"
But Schiller shook his head. He walked to the table by the window and sat down again. Then he pointed to the seat opposite and said, "Sit down, we have to go to hell again."
Red Hood felt a little confused, but he still did as he was told, and soon the two of them appeared in Azazel's palace again. Azazel frowned and stared at Schiller who appeared again.
"Why don't you seem to be..."
"Your Majesty Azazel." Schiller interrupted him with a higher tone, and then said: "Let's make a fair deal. You tell me where the person who killed John Constantine is, and I will pay you. "
Azazel showed an interesting expression and said, "I don't think you will get a satisfactory reward from me.
···
"The reward is Constantine."
Schiller walked up to Azazel unhurriedly, and when he met those barren gray eyes, Azazel was the first to look away.
Schiller opened his hand again and stared at the soul light spot emitting strong fear fluctuations with his somewhat distracted gray eyes. He used his other hand to pull out one of the twin light spots and sent it to Aza. In front of Zell.
"Constantine, whom you, all the demon kings, all hell and heaven desire most - this human being who has played a trick on you, will fall into your hands."
Azazel listened to the miserable cry from the light spot of Constantine's soul, and then looked at Schiller's barren gray eyes. He suppressed his heartbeat, took half a step back, and said indifferently: "Everyone has his own salvation. Lord, he is your Lamb."
"Yes." Schiller lowered his eyes again. There was no anger on his expression, just a slightly mocking helplessness. He looked at the soul light spot that was begging and screaming in the palm of his hand and said.
"But just like he has played with you countless times, this smug little lamb wants to take advantage of me."
"I will take back his blood because it is mine, but I hope that you and hell
All the demons who hated him gave him a lesson that satisfied me. As long as the soul is intact, hell should entertain him as much as it can... This is the price of purity. "
Azazel gave Schiller a meaningful look, turned around and walked back to the throne. He sat down on the throne, holding the armrests with both hands and listening to the screams coming from the light spot in his soul.
"No, no... Schiller!! No!!!!!!" Azazel's extremely excited voice echoed in the palace. "The deal is done, Cain...kill your lamb."
