LOOTING DC #43. A Trigon Exorcism
Raven was still floating - glowing with crimson fire.
Eyes blank.
Gone.
The gem pulsed red - one part her, nine parts ancient hell-lord roaring through borrowed lungs.
"THERE'S NO USE IN FIGHTING ME, SPIDER."
"I SHALL ACQUIRE YOUR POWER. AND WITH IT, EVERYTHING SHALL BE MINE."
Jake was already moving. Dodging and weaving through flame arcs spiraling like molten razors. He flipped over the first, rolled under the second - then launched.
Straight at her.
"Oh yeah?" he muttered, rising fast. "And what makes you think I don't have plans of conquest?"
He wasn't aiming to punch. That'd be stupid.
He just needed to get close enough.
Close enough to try.
"YOU ARE WEAK!"
Trigon's voice cracked through the sky.
"THE ONLY THING A BUG LIKE YOU CAN ACCOMPLISH - IS TO HERALD YOUR OWN POWER."
"UNTIL IT BELONGS TO ME."
Jake caught stillness in midair. Just for a breath.
It wasn't calm. It was resolve.
"I'm getting real tired," he said quietly, "of everyone disrespecting me."
The Lasso snapped from his wrist, divine thread unfurling in a flash of gold and red. His hand whipped forward-
For a second, he almost forgot: no harm.
He twisted mid-flight, redirected his arm, and flicked the Lasso into a False Thread - the technique he'd once used on Cheshire.
The cord snapped forward, not to strike, but to feint - to bait a reaction.
Raven - Trigon - floated back, but the Lasso curled with his trajectory and-
Almost touched her.
But the fire moved faster.
An infernal burst cracked the sky and slammed into him like a meteor. Jake was launched backward - smashed through a tree, crashing down near a burning structure.
He hit the ground hard. Groaned. Didn't get up right away.
Smoke drifted across his lens.
Think.
Brute force was off the table. He could land a hit - maybe two. But Raven wasn't the enemy. And Trigon's possession wasn't something he could web-punch away.
The Lasso could absorb chaos.
Could it do the same for a soul-tether?
Wrap her up and burn Trigon out from the inside?
Maybe.
It was still the Lasso of Truth.
And Trigon possessing Raven was a lie.
That was the loophole. That was an edge.
If he could reach her - really reach her - maybe the Lasso would…
His spider-sense twitched.
Wrong. Off. Muddied.
He looked around.
Once. Twice.
Where was the Lasso?
"You alright there, mate?"
Jake shot upright like he'd landed in a nest of fire ants.
He turned fast.
And locked eyes with a smug, trenchcoat-wrapped Brit - lean posture, wrinkly smirk carved into his face like a permanent feature.
John Constantine.
Jake's gaze darted behind him - fast.
Zatanna was holding back Trigon's next barrage.
And just beyond her-
No.
Wonder Woman picking up the Lasso of Truth.
His fingers twitched before he could stop them - webs fired on reflex.
He was already mid-sprint.
Mid-launch.
To get his conduit back.
Then came the snap - a wall of glowing symbols flaring into existence mid-air, stopping him cold.
A full, geometrically perfect magic circle - etched in golden-brown eldritch energy, runes spinning between layered rings like gears in a celestial lock.
Hellblazer magic.
Jake hit it.
And rebounded back.
He stood there for a second. Silent. Staring.
Coldly, he looked at Constantine.
"Let's not be rash now," Constantine said smoothly. "We've both got bigger fish to fry."
ZZzzztt...
Jake scanned the barrier. The concentric rings. The rotating runes.
His spider-sense hummed.
There was magic here - no doubt. But something in it wasn't holding.
He took a step forward.
Then another.
And walked straight through - no resistance. No recoil. Just motion.
The sigils buzzed faintly, blinked - then died.
Constantine's smirk faltered. If he'd had a fag in his mouth, it would've dropped straight out.
He blinked. Reached inward. Checked the anchor glyphs. The leyline alignment. The blood charge.
Nothing wrong.
The spell had power. Plenty of it.
So that left only one conclusion.
There was a stink on this lad.
And Constantine was starting to feel real uneasy about it.
Jake gave him a passing glance.
"I don't think your fire's hot enough to fry this fish," he said.
Then added, flat:
"Don't stand in my way again."
And swung off - fast - toward Wonder Woman and the Lasso.
Constantine was left standing there, just a little jarred.
Not angry. Not offended.
Just… off-script.
No one brushed him off like that. Not without consequences. Not without at least some explanation. Unless he intended it, it never happened in his book.
And this time?
It wasn't.
"Gods and demons…" he muttered under his breath, watching the kid crash into the chaos.
Where the hell did the Spider fall in?
Definitely one to tread around carefully.
Takes a special kind of soul to stop one apocalypse on a Sunday-
And get hunted by a demon lord the following Monday.
Meanwhile, Jake was struggling to reach Wonder Woman - Trigon's blasts kept him pinned to the air, dodging like a marionette on broken strings.
"emalf fo eht sdog!" Zatanna incanted - her voice sharp, reversed by design.
A column of white fire burst from her hands, racing toward Raven.
Jake's eyes widened. "No-!"
He fired a webline, trying to divert the blast - but it didn't work. The flame hit Raven dead-on.
She screamed in that twisted Trigon voice.
Jake almost snapped. Raven's soul felt unharmed.
He twisted mid-air and shot straight toward Zatanna, fury in his eyes.
"I told you," he growled. "No one harms her."
Zatanna started to explain - but Jake's attention flicked away.
Another scream - louder, clearer.
Trigon again.
He turned - saw Wonder Woman.
She was already wrapping the Lasso of Truth around Raven's body.
Raven's body writhed - body arcing in the flames, gem pulsing like a warning siren. He felt it - her soul absorbing some of the pain.
Jake didn't hesitate.
He shifted targets - away from Zatanna.
Straight at Wonder Woman.
No words. No hesitation.
They were hurting her.
And he was going to kill them.
He fired a Web Shot at Diana - blunt but fast, right for her gauntlet.
Behind him, a trenchcoat stirred in the wind like a bad omen.
John Constantine stepped into the chaos, voice already deep in ritual.
If the Spider wasn't going to listen, they'd have to end this the hard way. This opportunity wasn't one to miss.
He began chanting - a string of broken Latin and half-remembered God-tongue, syllables fraying at the edges of reality. Words that didn't belong in a human throat.
The air twisted.
A glowing exorcism circle spiraled into life beneath Raven's body, rising through her in layers of searing light.
She shrieked - pure, shattering pain - so loud it shook the sky.
Jake dropped before he could make it to Diana.
Hard.
He hit the earth, gasping, trembling, knees scorched against cracked stone.
The empath bond between them ignited - and now he could feel everything.
Her pain. Her fear. Her soul being torn in two while something else tried to sew it back.
It shattered through him like glass - over and over again.
He collapsed fully - hands digging into the ground, jaw clenched, heart racing.
Like he was dying beside her.
"Zee," Constantine said, his voice grim, breaking rhythm for only a second. "It's time."
Zatanna nodded. "Eneladgam eriomirg."
A tome appeared in her hands - aged, scorched at the edges - its pages flipping rapidly in sync with Constantine's chant, as if the book remembered the ritual itself.
It settled. Opened.
The script twisted. Ancient words rearranged into something barely legible - half English, half something older.
Constantine stepped forward, palm bleeding. His voice dropped, no longer speaking to the wind - but to the one buried inside Raven.
"Ori'el vanta'el, silmar domanae-
By the first name, by the breath of light,
In the name of the Maker, whose voice made time-
He poured his blood into the opened page. The mystic bind around Raven glowed harder and fiercer, causing the Lasso to unwind, pulling Wonder Woman back.
Constantine snarled, final and sure:
"You made a terrible gamble, Trigon."
"Surfacing at your weakest just got you exorcised."
"For good."
He spat.
"Sod off."
Raven went up in flames.
Not just demonic - fierce holy flames included. The fire shredded her silhouette into pieces.
Through the blaze, a burning figure began to form - Trigon, barely holding shape. Not the form of a towering demon king - just a flickering specter, a weakened beast, bound in his daughter's defiance.
The scream shifted. Louder, sharper -
No longer Raven's voice twisted.
Just his.
Zatanna's eyes glowed with quiet awe.
"Her soul is triumphing…" she whispered.
She turned to Constantine, light spilling from her fingertips.
"We can actually free her."
She smiled.
"And finally end Trigon."
Constantine's eyes flared.
"Zee- don't jinx-"
Too late.
From a short distance away-
Kneeling on both knees-
Jake started laughing.
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