Lucifer didn't call Dane by his most common title, Shazam, but rather God of Death.
Sure enough, was it his contact with Death that caught the other's attention?
Dane smiled and stepped forward to shake his hand: "Trembling with fear and respect, Lord Lucifer."
From a God's perspective, Dane could see more truth than Constantine.
In Constantine's eyes, Lucifer's overly powerful strength prevented him from seeing through the true nature of this Hell Lord.
But Dane could. The gift of life allowed him to see through the true nature of others' souls, and this included Lucifer's soul.
He said with regret: "So you're just a clone descending..."
Of course he would regret it. Unlike the Endless Family.
The Endless Family could, like other deities, appear simultaneously in countless parallel Universes or other multiverses, but those were not clones; they were all true entities.
However, below the Endless Family, starting from God, there were no great Gods who could descend in their true form.
Bound by "rules," these great Gods either descended as clones or inflicted a wound upon themselves, weakening their power before descending.
Lucifer was a bit of both.
As the second strongest combatant in DC, second only to God, if he were to exist in the human World, merely sending a clone wouldn't be enough; he would also have to cut himself once more.
So at this time, Lucifer was a clone, and a version that had lost his wings.
But Lucifer himself didn't care. He had lived for too long, and had long passed the stage of seeking power.
"Whether it's a clone or not, I am I, unique."
He had Mazikeen pour Dane a drink and invited him to sit down. Angelis wisely sat at a distance, not participating.
She wasn't qualified for that.
Dane raised the stemmed glass and took a sip, surprised: "80-year-old Janneau Armagnac?"
Lucifer revealed a heartfelt smile: "That's right! It seems inviting you for this drink was indeed the correct choice."
Dane savored the drink, raising his glass to him in thanks.
After a moment, he set down his glass: "Lord Lucifer, have you come for Constantine? Or for me?"
Lucifer leaned back, crossing his right leg over his left.
"Constantine is a very interesting fellow, but only interesting."
His eyes fixed deeply on Dane, as if trying to peer into his soul.
"But what I'm more curious about is why Death would be so interested in a demigod."
Dane again drained his glass: "Have I disappointed you, Lord?"
"Quite the opposite, I regret not being able to speak with you in my true form..."
But the next second after he finished speaking, his expression changed slightly. Dane didn't know what had happened to him.
But after Lucifer calmed down, he said: "It seems that's not entirely the case."
What's wrong? Isn't Riddler already dead?
Could it be that he also has the Riddler virus? Dane was silently speechless.
However, thinking that Lucifer's true form was an existence above the Multiverse level, and that time held no meaning for him, a bold conjecture suddenly formed in his mind.
Lucifer noticed his expression and said helplessly:
"You are very clever, but some things shouldn't be spoken aloud. This timeline is already chaotic enough; don't let it get any more chaotic!"
Tsk tsk!
Dane clicked his tongue in wonder. He never thought, never thought, that he would have such an awesome day!
Lucifer was truly helpless. Fate was indeed unfathomable. He had originally only intended to satisfy his curiosity.
Yet, he unexpectedly became a part of this fate.
He sat there, seemingly just drinking with Dane, but at a higher level, his true form and Dane's conversation had already begun.
One of the most important hallmarks of a Multiverse-level being is that their existence is not affected by time; they are above time.
So, from the moment one becomes a Multiverse-level being, the collection of past and future is that person themselves, even if the current Dane does not yet possess such power.
But the future was already set. Lucifer could feel a gaze from the future cast upon him.
The power of his true form was also clashing with the owner of that gaze, but the result was—a stalemate.
This is similar to Dr. Manhattan's mode of existence; all past and future individuals are not fragmented; they have already merged into a single entity.
But Lucifer vaguely felt that the other party might be more than just that.
However, this clone did not possess the ability to see through the truth.
Since his true form and the other party had already begun clashing on the timeline, Lucifer, whose strength was now less than one percent of his peak, could only say nothing and simply treat it as purely drinking with Dane.
But Dane was smarter and more imaginative than he had imagined; he had clearly realized some things.
Lucifer could only sigh, some people and some things are truly destined.
Just as God was destined to create the world, and he was destined to fall, can none of this be changed?
Is the power of "fate" truly impossible to disobey? Impossible to resist?
He was unwilling!
But if Lucifer didn't speak, Dane couldn't just keep drinking with him, not even if you were Lucifer.
Wouldn't it be better to spend this time with his girlfriends?
"Lord Lucifer, regarding Constantine, Mammon is easy to talk about; he is your son after all."
Anyway, Dane couldn't tell if this son was biological or not, so he just assumed he was.
"But that Angel Gabriel..."
"She should have been expelled from Heaven by now, right?"
Lucifer snapped back to reality, looking at Dane with a hint of amusement.
Good heavens, he's setting his sights on an Angel. This is showing absolutely no respect for God!
But... what does that have to do with me, Lord of Hell?
So Lucifer said: "To say she was expelled is too severe. She was merely punished to remain in the human world. She cannot return to Heaven until this body dies of old age."
This condition seemed not harsh, but it was actually a rather severe punishment.
Just as Gabriel told Constantine in the movie, she cannot help ordinary people for the purpose of personal gain (i.e., returning to Heaven).
Because such a heart is not devout, and Heaven will not accept her.
Moreover, she cannot commit suicide. Considering that this body is that of a human virgin, if Gabriel dared to commit suicide, she would likely be violating the commandment against murder.
The above rules are doubly effective for Gabriel, who has already been demoted to a mortal.
But!
An Angel demoted to a mortal also has value!
Although she had lost her divine power, her mind still contained a lot of precious knowledge.
Dane was a person who never refused knowledge. If he didn't take advantage of this opportunity now, when would he?
So he tentatively asked Lucifer: "Do you know where she is now?"
Lucifer nodded: "She is an Angel and a devout believer, so of course she can only stay in a church."
"As for which church..." He glanced to the side.
Dane followed his gaze and saw Angelis.
Oh, that's true.
As long as one is in Los Angeles, no one can escape Angelis's sight.
Besides, there are churches everywhere here; finding a place to stay wouldn't be difficult, would it?
Then Dane turned his gaze back to Lucifer, wondering if he could extract some benefit from this one.
He was seriously contemplating.
"I advise you to be kind." Lucifer's face darkened.
"Although I can't do anything to you, we are actually evenly matched."
"5.7 Besides, my powers are innate; you can't learn them."
Upon hearing this, Dane shook his head regretfully and turned to walk towards Angelis.
This realistic scene made Lucifer's eyelids twitch, almost causing him to lose his composure.
"Is Death's taste a bit poor? How could she fall for a scoundrel like him?"
"No wonder that scoundrel Constantine also works for him; these two are birds of a feather!"
Mazikeen stood behind him, looking at him with a strange expression.
You... actually have the nerve to criticize others? Of course, she wouldn't say that aloud.
On the other side, Dane sat down next to Angelis, who seemed quite surprised.
"What, are you done talking?"
"Done talking, or still talking; this matter has now become a Schrödinger's thing."
Dane pointed to the top of his head and shrugged.
Angelis didn't understand, looking completely bewildered.
"I'm looking for you because I want to ask where Gabriel is now."
"She should still be in Los Angeles, right?"
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