"I'll provide you with ample magical energy. At the very least, it'll temporarily ease your pain, I promise. As soon as this mission is over, I'll immediately begin dealing with your lung cancer. You'll soon be free from this illness."
"Save your concern. Give me the address."
Main Universe Batman tossed him a communicator. Constantine sat back down in his chair, not even looking at him. With a cigarette between his lips, he stared at the communicator and said, "Get out. I want some peace and quiet."
Main Universe Batman turned and left. Constantine looked toward a corner of the room and suddenly let out a derisive chuckle. "You really did predict everything. But I'm curious—how do you have so much free time when you're running such a huge Hell?"
"There's more than one of me. You're pretty good at the clone trick yourself, aren't you?" the shadow sitting in the corner said. "I may not be able to enter Earth, but I can still come and go through the universe freely. Have you considered my proposal?"
"You think I came all this way just to sell my soul to another Satan?" Constantine leaned back, raised his head to stare at the ceiling, and took a deep drag from his cigarette.
"I'm different from the Satan in your universe. He's far too crude and has no manners at all, like some kidnapper. I'm attentive to every need of my followers. Whatever you want, I can help you achieve it. As for your soul, that's something to discuss after you die."
"When will I die? Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?"
"Don't worry. Our universe's contract system is already very mature. I wouldn't make you sign today and kill you tomorrow. The contract can specify however long you want to live. As