"It's like this," Zatanna said, her gaze fixed nervously on the woman. "Gabriel, I need to know the Spirit Medium's whereabouts."
Gabriel, the Seraph, the Archangel, the Gatekeeper of Heaven, God's most beloved angel, the shepherd for God.
These were all titles this angel possessed, and her authority had only grown since Lucifer Morningstar's fall.
Zatanna stared at the woman with the perfect face and golden, wavy hair and said, "You possess the All-Seeing Eye. I need you to help me find the Spirit Medium's location."
The so-called Spirit Medium referred to those children who could see ghosts, demons, and angels from birth.
This unique ability also had a specific term in the mysterious Eastern country: the Yin-Yang Eyes.
It was a gift, and also a curse.
For a child who could see ghosts and demons from a young age, this experience was nothing short of a terrifying torment. Most Spirit Mediums didn't survive past eighteen, driven mad by immense pressure, committing suicide, or succumbing to depression and social alienation.
Thus, Mammon's search for a suitable Spirit Medium was incredibly difficult to achieve. Stopping Mammon's plan depended on finding a Spirit Medium, which was also Zatanna's goal.
Control the Spirit Medium, and then wait for an opportunity.
Zatanna's expression was serious as she stared at the angel who had paused in the mortal realm: "The Son of the Devil wants to use the Spirit Medium to return to the human world; I must stop him."
"Hmm? Son of the Devil, Spirit Medium."
The angel, called Gabriel, wore a strange smile.
She lazily sat back in her chair, her legs propped up on the glass table, adopting a rather unrefined posture.
"Please forgive my presumption, Ms. Zatanna."
"I wonder if you remember how the Son of the Devil came to the human world?"
She continued, speaking to herself: "The Spear of Destiny, a Spirit Medium, and the help of a high-ranking angel."
"Do you think there might be a traitor among us angels?"
Gabriel gently twirled a strand of her long hair with a finger, speaking softly: "We are all obedient children of God; no one would release the Son of the Devil."
"Therefore, your worries are unnecessary."
"The war between Hell and Heaven doesn't need your human involvement."
She waved her hand dismissively: "Please, go back."
"I…"
Zatanna was infuriated by the woman's arrogant demeanor; her heaving chest was proof of the fire within.
"Let's go, Gino!"
Zatanna stormed off, turning towards the church doors.
"Heh."
Gino followed Zatanna, but not before glancing back at the woman on the sofa.
Oddly, she was looking at him as well.
Their gazes met and quickly broke away.
Gino and Zatanna exited the church.
Bang!
Something solid slammed into Gino's shoulder.
The black-haired young man in the trench coat stumbled backward, landing ungracefully on the concrete steps. The woman beside him let out a mocking laugh and then walked into the church without a backward glance.
"Shit."
The young man who'd been knocked over cursed as he got back to his feet, glancing at the tall young man with a puzzled expression. It felt like he'd run into a steel plate.
"Constantine?"
Zatanna recognized the man, and her expression turned to one of distaste.
"I wouldn't have pegged you as the church-going type."
"I'm just here to ask a few questions."
The guy Zatanna called Constantine patted the dust off his trousers and walked into the church with a blank expression.
"You with him?" Gino narrowed his eyes, staring at the man's back.
He remembered this guy. The infamous rogue scumbag of the DC Universe, always wearing a brown trench coat, with a sloppy demeanor.
But looking at the man in black, who looked a lot like Keanu Reeves, Gino figured this person might not be the Constantine from the comics.
"Ah, he's quite famous in our exorcism circles." Zatanna shrugged and smiled, "A real workaholic."
"If exorcists like us work for money, then that guy works without any reward. As long as there's a demon, he's willing to exorcise it."
"Hearing you say that, maybe he's a good person?" Gino also laughed, like a Clark Kent of the exorcism world.
"No, quite the opposite. This guy swears constantly, he's selfish and self-serving. He never participates in church activities and doesn't pray to God. But the contradiction is, I heard he exorcises demons just so he can go to heaven after he dies."
In a familiar church.
"Father, my sister's funeral must be held in the traditional way."
The woman who had previously bypassed Constantine had approached the priest to speak with him.
The elderly priest sighed and shook his head firmly:
"I'm sorry, Angela, Isabella's death was a suicide, an unforgivable sin. Those who commit suicide cannot have a traditional funeral."
"But she loved God, Father, you know her. She would never kill herself."
Discussion, debate, anger.
These things had long since become numb to him.
Constantine rubbed his head, his gaze falling on the blonde woman beneath the altar, who was gazing up at the painting of the crucifixion.
In his eyes, a pair of oppressive black wings slowly materialized behind the woman.
"I know what you want, child."
Gabriel looked down at the candles on the altar, without turning her head.
Constantine walked silently behind the woman. He circled around to face her and then said, "Perhaps you should consider giving me more time, so I can help you send more demons to Hell."
"That won't work, Constantine."
Gabriel turned around, looking at the gaunt-faced exorcist. "No matter how many demons you exorcise, sending them to Hell, you won't be able to ascend to Heaven."
"Why?"
Constantine couldn't help but grit his teeth, a touch of anger flashing across his pale face. "Haven't I contributed enough?"
He rushed forward, face-to-face with Gabriel, almost nose-to-nose, and demanded in a cold voice, "I've sent countless demons to Hell!"
"No, Constantine, it's not enough." Gabriel smiled. "He needs to repent, to dedicate himself, to sacrifice."
"And you possess none of those things."
"Besides, you're about to die, and the reason is simply that you've smoked fifteen cigarettes a day since you were eighteen to alleviate your fear."
"So,"
"Embrace your fate."
She spoke these words, meant to pierce his heart, as she pressed close to Constantine's cheek.
"Perhaps only by going to Hell."
Constantine walked out of the church, despondent.
His story was simple.
From a young age, he could see terrifying creatures like demons and ghosts that others couldn't perceive.
He was even sent to a mental institution for telling his parents, and the immense pressure drove Constantine to consider suicide.
After drowning himself, he briefly entered the world of Hell.
Red sand filled the sky, and desolation stretched as far as the eye could see.
Countless demonic, deformed monsters roared and howled.
That scene, like the one described in the Divine Comedy, haunted Constantine for a long time. From then on, his only goal in life was to go to Heaven.
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