Constantine ultimately did not die, because someone stepped in to save him.
A white-haired man dressed in white had rescued Constantine from the hands of the two monarchs.
"Sandman, you've crossed the line by snatching food from our mouths." Beelzebub revealed a cruel smile.
Azazel's face darkened, thick wariness surfacing in his expression.
A member of the Endless Family, master of the Dream World, the Sandman who had once kept Lucifer from raising his head—he had appeared to stop them.
"This man is merely a mortal. There is no need for two hellish titans like you to care so much about him," Sandman said gently.
The two horrifying monsters roared almost simultaneously, nearly exploding with rage.
"Stop playing dumb! You know what this brat means to us, and I don't believe you don't know what happened between him and us! Don't think you can ignore us just because you're handsome!!"
"That's right! Don't think you can discriminate against us just because you come from a noble background! We're no worse than you! If not for the fact that you're a member of the Endless Family, we'd have slaughtered you long ago!"
Beelzebub and Azazel roared repeatedly, speaking the most cowardly words in the most imposing manner.
In Hell, only the Endless Family could make these two titans yield so faintly. Even Lucifer would never make them bow their heads.
Only Sandman, someone whose own strength was terrifying and who had the unfathomable Endless Family standing behind him, could make two long-established monarchs of Hell back down.
But they were only backing down. If truly driven into a corner, they would dare flip the table and fight.
Having ruled Hell for countless years, Beelzebub and Azazel were no cowards. If pushed too far, they would truly dare join forces and find