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The demons pouring through the dimensional rifts brought with them the stench of a dozen different hells sulfur and brimstone, yes, but also the metallic tang of blood and the sweet corruption of souls left too long in darkness. Constantine recognized the signatures of entities he'd fought, tricked, and occasionally bargained with over two decades of supernatural conflict.
"Nergal!" he called to his demonic ally. "Can you communicate with them? Maybe establish some kind of truce?"
The massive demon shook his head, golden eyes reflecting the chaotic energies swirling through the workshop. "These aren't thinking creatures anymore, Johnny. The dimensional transition has driven them mad with hunger and displacement. They're operating on pure predatory instinct."
Wanda struggled to maintain control as scarlet energy poured from her in uncontrolled bursts, each surge interacting unpredictably with the alien forces flooding through the breaches. "Every time I try to use my chaos magic, it makes the rifts bigger," she said through gritted teeth. "It's as if my abilities are resonating with whatever's causing the dimensional breakdown."
Strange was maintaining a protective barrier around their group, but Constantine could see the effort it was costing him. Sweat beaded on the Sorcerer Supreme's forehead as he channeled power through multiple mystical frameworks simultaneously, trying to contain forces that didn't follow any recognizable cosmic law.
"The barriers between realities are collapsing in a cascade pattern," Strange explained, his voice strained but professional. "Each breach creates resonance effects that weaken adjacent dimensional boundaries. If this continues, we're looking at complete multiversal destabilization within the hour."
The stranger lit another cigarette with infuriating calm, seemingly oblivious to the chaos surrounding him. "Fascinating to watch the process in real-time. I've spent decades modeling the theoretical mathematics, but seeing the actual cascade effects is genuinely educational."
Constantine felt rage building in his chest not the hot, impulsive anger of his youth, but the cold, calculating fury that had sustained him through twenty years of supernatural warfare. "You bastard. You orchestrated this entire crisis just to test some academic theory?"
"Not test, John. Implement." The stranger's smile carried depths of satisfaction that made Constantine's skin crawl. "The barriers between realities have been weakening naturally for years. My intervention simply ensured that when they finally collapsed, the right people would be in position to shape what comes next."
Before Constantine could respond, one of the dimensional rifts expanded dramatically, disgorging something that made even the demons pause in their rampage. It was massive, tentacled, and wrong in ways that made human minds recoil from its presence a cosmic horror that belonged to neither Constantine's original reality nor the Marvel Universe.
"What the hell is that?" Zatanna demanded, her protective spells wavering as she struggled to process what she was seeing.
"Something from the spaces between realities," Strange replied grimly. "The dimensional collapse is opening pathways to realms that shouldn't be accessible from any single universe." His protective barriers flickered as the entity's presence distorted local space-time. "We need to evacuate the area immediately. This location is becoming uninhabitable by any conventional definition."
But even as Strange spoke, Constantine realized they had a more immediate problem. Wanda's chaos magic was continuing to surge out of control, and each burst of scarlet energy was making the dimensional rifts larger and more unstable. If they couldn't find a way to help her regain control, she was going to tear a hole between realities large enough to swallow Manhattan.
"Wanda," Constantine said, moving closer despite the dangerous energies crackling around her. "I need you to focus on my voice. The chaos magic techniques I showed you earlier they're designed to work through will and intention, not raw power."
"I can't," she gasped, scarlet energy beginning to form complex geometric patterns that made reality ripple around her. "There's too much feedback from the dimensional rifts. Every time I try to impose order on the chaos, it just makes everything worse."
Constantine reached out with senses he was still learning to trust, letting his chaos magic signature brush against hers despite the dangerous resonance effects. What he found there made his borrowed soul ache with recognition and sympathy.
Wanda's abilities weren't just enhanced they were fundamentally changed, altered by exposure to Constantine's cross-dimensional chaos magic in ways that neither reality's cosmic framework was equipped to handle. She was essentially trying to use techniques designed for one universe's metaphysical laws in a reality that operated according to completely different principles.
"Right then," Constantine said, making a decision that would either save them all or damn them beyond redemption. "If we can't control the chaos magic, we redirect it."
He stepped fully into Wanda's scarlet aura, feeling the alien energies tear at his consciousness like acid. But instead of fighting the resonance between their abilities, he embraced it, letting their chaos magic signatures synchronize completely.
The effect was immediate and terrifying. The dimensional rifts stopped expanding, their chaotic energies suddenly flowing in organized patterns that spoke of conscious direction rather than random collapse. The demons pouring through the breaches found themselves caught in currents of probability that herded them toward specific locations, away from populated areas and toward containment fields that Strange was hastily weaving.
But Constantine could feel the cost of what they were doing not just in terms of mystical energy, but in the fundamental stability of their existence in this reality. Each moment of synchronization was creating deeper connections between their souls, bonds that would be impossible to sever without destroying them both.
"Incredible," the stranger said, his voice carrying genuine admiration. "You're not just containing the dimensional collapse you're channeling it, using the chaotic energies to reinforce reality rather than destroy it." He took a contemplative drag of his cigarette. "I wasn't certain that would be possible, even with my most optimistic projections."
Strange was staring at Constantine and Wanda with something approaching awe. "They're creating a localized reality anchor," he said slowly. "Using chaos magic principles to impose order on multiversal forces. The technique is completely unprecedented."
The cosmic horror that had emerged from between realities was retreating back through its dimensional rift, apparently unable to maintain coherence in the increasingly organized magical environment. The demons from Constantine's original reality were being systematically contained or banished, their chaotic energies redirected into harmless dispersal patterns.
But as the immediate crisis began to resolve, Constantine became aware of something else a fundamental shift in the nature of Marvel's local reality that made his enhanced senses scream warnings. Their chaos magic synchronization wasn't just containing the dimensional collapse. It was rewriting the basic rules governing the relationship between consciousness and reality in ways that would have permanent consequences.
"We need to stop," Constantine said, feeling the bonds between his soul and Wanda's growing stronger with each passing second. "If we keep this up much longer, we're going to fundamentally alter this reality's cosmic framework."
Wanda's eyes met his through the swirling scarlet energies, and Constantine saw his own understanding reflected there. They were past the point of no return their abilities were too deeply synchronized to disengage safely, and the forces they were channeling were too powerful to simply abandon.
"I know," she said quietly. "But if we stop now, the dimensional rifts will destabilize again. Half of Manhattan will be overrun by entities from other realities."
"And if we continue," Strange said grimly, "you'll permanently alter the metaphysical laws governing magic in this reality. Every chaos magic practitioner on Earth will be affected by the changes you're creating."
The stranger stubbed out his cigarette with obvious satisfaction. "Now you begin to understand the true scope of the choice before you. Maintain the status quo and accept the inevitability of multiversal collapse, or embrace change and reshape reality according to new principles."
Constantine felt the weight of impossible decisions pressing down on him like a physical force. Every option led to consequences that stretched beyond his ability to predict or control. But as he looked around at the chaos surrounding them the dimensional rifts, the displaced demons, the reality-altering energies that Wanda was channeling he realized that they were already past the point where safe choices existed.
"There's a third option," he said slowly, pieces of understanding clicking into place. "Instead of trying to maintain or abandon our synchronization, we use it to create something new a hybrid approach to chaos magic that works within Marvel's framework while retaining the flexibility of cross-dimensional techniques."
Wanda's expression shifted from despair to something approaching hope. "A permanent fusion of our abilities? Is that even possible?"
"Only one way to find out," Constantine replied, feeling the stranger's attention focus on him with predatory intensity. "But fair warning if this goes wrong, we could end up destroying both realities instead of saving either one."
As they prepared to attempt something that had never been tried before in any universe, Constantine caught a glimpse of movement in the shadows at the edge of the workshop. Other figures were gathering there beings of immense power who had been drawn by the dimensional disturbances, entities whose interest in the outcome of their experiment could have consequences that stretched across the entire Marvel Universe.
The game was changing again, and Constantine wasn't sure any of them were prepared for what would emerge from the chaos they were creating.
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