This day, Dane was in the Hall of Justice checking intelligence on Kahndaq.
Constantine suddenly walked in, his expression somewhat strange.
His expression piqued Dane's curiosity.
"Looking at your expression... what happened?"
Constantine seemed to have trouble speaking, but Dane knew he was just putting on an act.
As expected, after a moment of hesitation, Constantine finally spoke.
"Boss, I owe a debt."
How novel! Dane looked at him with a strange gaze.
Isn't owing debts an everyday occurrence for you? What's so special about this?
He instantly lost interest and lowered his head to continue reading the intelligence on Kahndaq.
Constantine, seeing his indifference, immediately grew anxious: "Boss, you absolutely must help me with this!"
Now Dane genuinely found it a bit strange; with Constantine's abilities, there was still a debt he couldn't get out of?
He immediately understood that Constantine probably owed a debt in the Magical Realm.
Sure enough, this time Constantine no longer equivocated and directly explained the situation:
"I owe a big shot... a very big favor, for helping me with something..."
Constantine laid out everything that had happened to him recently to Dane.
As the magic consultant for the Justice League, Constantine was one of the few members of the League who chose not to conceal his identity.
Because he needed to take on commissions to earn money for cigarettes and alcohol, and occasionally needed money when bravely charging for his 'second brother's' happiness.
And no advertisement could be more effective than the identity of a "Justice League member."
So, as a recently renowned Hellblazer, he received a special commission.
"A girl named Angela recently came to me, asking me to investigate her sister's suicide."
"You handle such things?" Dane was surprised.
Constantine explained:
"Angela suspects her sister got involved with something unclean, because her sister was a devout believer, and in doctrine, suicide is not permitted to ascend to Heaven."
When he said this, Dane suddenly realized that this was the story from the movie "Constantine"!
He glanced at Constantine, thinking, your appearance is quite a bit worse than that one.
Constantine felt his gaze was a bit strange, but continued to narrate:
"When I investigated this matter, I did discover some things. Do you know Gabriel?"
Of course Dane knew, the Angel from the Bible!
"She's in Los Angeles! She orchestrated all of this!"
"That seems unlikely?" Although he had seen this story in his previous life, Dane, who was no longer a magic novice, still wanted to clarify.
"Angels, like demons, find it difficult to appear in the human World in their true form; this is an ironclad rule."
Constantine took a drag from his cigarette before saying: "You're right, unless Gabriel found a way to circumvent this ironclad rule."
Dane's face darkened: "She found a host in the human World?"
If demons could come to the human World through certain means, Angels naturally had similar methods.
That was to find a pure and devout virgin, have her willingly offer herself to allow the Angel to possess her body.
Although this would seal most of the Angel's power, she would still possess enough strength to destroy most demons.
And the willingly sacrificed virgin? Her soul would enter Heaven, returning to the embrace of the Lord.
From a human perspective, this act looked like murder no matter how you viewed it; to be honest, it wasn't sacred at all.
However, the relationship between the Holy Virgin and the Angel was a matter of 'one willing to hit, one willing to be hit,' so Dane couldn't be bothered with them.
Constantine affirmed Dane's guess: "So you can imagine, facing an Angel, my magic didn't work."
He specialized in dark magic, and recently, due to ample casting materials, his magic level had greatly improved.
But no matter what, he couldn't beat a proper Angel!
Even though Gabriel had sealed most of her power, she could handle Constantine as if playing a game.
"Finally, I had no choice but to borrow a little power from a certain existence in Hell..."
At this point, Constantine's face was full of regret.
Dane's heart stirred, remembering the plot from the movie, and he tentatively asked: "You sought Lucifer?"
Constantine looked at him in surprise: "How did you know?"
Dane was speechless. Of all people to ask for help, you had to ask this boss?
You might as well fleece Trigon!
"I did ask Lucifer for help. Who knew you weren't around when I looked for you..."
Dane's expression was subtle. He was on Oa at the time, perhaps even chatting with Miss Death, so how could he have time for a rough old man like you?
"Lucifer responded to my request." At this point, Constantine's tone sank.
"He easily defeated Gabriel, tore off her wings, and demoted her to a mortal."
His voice was pained: "But as the price for helping me, he wants to take my soul!"
Ah, this... but your soul doesn't belong to you.
Dane scratched his head.
Constantine's tone suddenly became light: "But guess what? Lucifer couldn't get my soul, hehe..."
His tone abruptly changed, and he gritted his teeth: "He said he couldn't get my soul, he said I had already sold it!"
"Boss, can you tell me who I sold my soul to?"
Dane unhurriedly took out the contract Constantine had signed from his inventory. The cover burned away, revealing the parchment inside the white paper.
He leisurely said: "Of course you sold it to me. Your soul has been my property ever since you signed this contract, and Lucifer can't take it!"
His suspicion thus confirmed, Constantine's hands trembled like a Parkinson's patient, pointing directly at Dane and unable to utter a single word.
I, John Constantine, have walked the Magical Realm for many years, never failing to trick someone.
Today, I'm actually falling into the hands of a broad-browed, big-eyed fellow like you!
"Don't look at me like that. I'm doing this for your own good."
Constantine pointed at himself with an incredulous look: "For my own good?"
He had a word starting with M and a word starting with F he wanted to combine, and many words starting with S he wanted to blurt out.
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But he knew his place; with his soul and finances controlled by someone else, he could only obey.
"Your soul is safer in my hands than in your own, because you're very fond of writing bad checks to others."
Although he treated the other party as a tool, Dane prided himself on being a good boss who cared for his subordinates, so he patiently explained:
"Keeping your soul with me has many benefits. First, you won't encounter misfortune when using dark magic anymore."
Hearing him say this, Constantine suddenly realized, it seemed... that was indeed the case!
The unlucky incidents he encountered during casting had almost disappeared, but Lucifer's matter made him realize that misfortune hadn't stopped happening; it was just accumulating into something bigger.
However, Dane quickly continued: "Of course, the most important thing is that for those bad checks you've written to outsiders, if there's a very persistent creditor, they won't be looking for you."
Constantine looked thoughtful upon hearing this.
"I suspect the Lucifer you summoned was originally coming for me!"
At night, after 9 PM, Dane teleported to Los Angeles.
As soon as he arrived, he was sensed by the Spirit of Los Angeles.
So when Dane turned around, he found that the Spirit of Los Angeles had already changed her skin and was waiting there for him.
"Angelis."
This city spirit had transformed into a high school girl, adopting a 'spicy girl' style.
"Good to see you again. How have you been?"
Dane nodded, casually exchanging pleasantries: "Alright, saving the World, earning a little money, life is very fulfilling."
Angelis rolled her eyes. She walked up and linked her arm through Dane's.
"Have you found the city you're looking for?" She was referring to the Spirit of Kahndaq.
Dane shook his head: "She seems a bit shy, deliberately avoiding me."
He had entered the Void World in Kahndaq several times, almost catching the Spirit of Kahndaq, but she always slipped away.
But it didn't matter, he had patience. At worst, he would wait until Kahndaq was completely in his hands before slowly waiting for her. Recently, the International Gang showed signs of being unable to hold on.
A joke, how could you be Umbrella's opponent in industrial capability?
Angelis looked in the direction Dane was heading, her eyes flashing: "You're going to a bar?"
"I heard a new bar opened here recently, so I came to check it out."
Angelis subtly tightened her grip on his arm, reminding him:
"There are better bars all over Los Angeles; we don't necessarily have to go there."
But while she was subtly trying to dissuade Dane, he had already led Angelis into the bar named "Lux."
Then Dane said meaningfully:
"Ordinary bars are common, but a bar opened by Lucifer Morningstar is naturally different. Moreover, he has already invited me, so it would be too impolite not to come, wouldn't you agree?"
Inside the bar, a man who wasn't tall but had handsome features and golden hair turned around.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time, the newly appointed God of Death..."
"Mr. Dane Davis."
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