Seriously, he thought he could stir up trouble and just walk away?
Shane switched straight into his Godforged Body and locked Constantine in his grip.
The beauty of this thing was something Hermes had specifically mentioned when Shane contacted him in outer space to deliver that "package."
This custom Godforged Body had been enchanted with extra resistance to all sorts of third-rate curses.
Apparently, the Generic Body Constantine had contaminated last time had thoroughly disgusted Hermes.
And even the strength of the custom Godforged Body alone was enough to leave Constantine unable to move.
"There's a second option, mate. I send you back to Hell right now, then ask the First of the Fallen for help. I reckon the old fellow might be willing to lend a hand, even if he does seem a little senile."
Constantine's face turned purple-red in the crushing grip. He slapped at the Godforged Body's arm, yet still found time to snark at Shane.
"You think you can just go to Hell whenever you..."
He had not passed out from the pressure. Rather, Constantine had remembered that Shane had made a deal with Neron too. That silver coin alone could serve as a substitute for a Demon Commander.
For Shane, who did know some magic, that meant unrestricted access to Hell.
In the end, Constantine had no choice but to agree to Shane's demand. "I can't permanently transfer the House of Mystery to you. Otherwise, this world won't be much safer for me than it would be after Neron arrives!"
"Of course. Your house wouldn't be much use to me anyway."
Still holding Constantine tight, Shane took out his dedicated communicator, which he had not used in ages, and tried to contact Diana.
But Diana replied that she was too busy to get away and