They were back in Hell again.
At the foot of an enormous black-and-red volcano that constantly streamed lava.
Shane glanced at Constantine, who was clutching his severed finger and sprawled on the lava-like ground, screaming in agony. The corner of his mouth twitched.
Then, with practiced ease, he raised his foot and planted it on Constantine's back.
"How annoying. I have to repeat something I already told you."
Shane began pressing down with his foot.
"I'm not completely ignorant of magic, and my reflexes rival Superman's. Whatever trick you try next, I can stomp you into a cracker before it takes effect."
Shane looked down at Constantine, who was groaning beneath his foot.
"Give me a response if you understand."
"Fuck you!"
"Good."
Only then did Shane lift his head and take a proper look around. Then he discovered that the volcano in front of him had opened its eyes.
No, all six of its eyes.
Holy shit. Constantine really went for the throat. He actually teleported me right into Trigon's face.
Shane's expression tightened, but his instincts told him something was off about this Trigon.
Still, he didn't dare contact Rachel carelessly, afraid his father-in-law would notice that Shane was hiding his daughter.
"Uh, he is Trigon, but he isn't my father."
Rachel spoke into his mind first, setting Shane at ease.
Recalling Constantine's earlier claim that this Trigon wasn't the same Trigon, Shane coughed.
"Well, we fell in here by accident. If you're angry, you can have this lump under my foot to vent on."
"Trigon" focused all six eyes, gave Shane a cursory once-over, then finally looked at Constantine beneath his foot.
"Constantine, I remember warning you that you must find my daughter before contacting me."
Constantine tried to answer from beneath Shane's foot, but a slight