Hell's Gate Opens

"Buddy, you're right. I'll go find Midnight now. Wait here, I'll be back soon..."

Constantine hurried toward Midnight Bar. Russell was right—everyone had to unite to stop Mammon from descending upon the human world. Otherwise, the world would never know peace again, and no one would escape.

On one hand, it was for world peace. On the other, Constantine genuinely resisted Mammon's descent, for no other reason than the fact that Angela was the vessel for it.

Angela was his girlfriend. They had not even broken up yet, and suddenly she was going to have a child—Satan's son, no less. Was he supposed to take responsibility for that?

Constantine had always drifted through the flowers, eating clean and denying everything afterward. When had he ever suffered such a huge loss?

And he could not even hit the kid after it was born, because he could not beat it!

If he could not even hit it, what was the point of having it?

It was too late to break up now. What if Angela demanded child support? Would he even be able to go on living after that?

Meanwhile, above the mental hospital, the fiery clouds spread ever wider, presenting a textbook image of the coming apocalypse.

The phenomenon, impossible to explain with science, drew a huge crowd. They took out their phones and other digital devices, filmed the strange sight in the sky, posted it to their personal pages, and called friends over to watch.

Before long, vehicles from several television stations arrived at the scene and began broadcasting the miraculous weather anomaly live.

Yes, up to this point, everyone still regarded the upheaval caused by Mammon's descent as unusual weather. Two news helicopters even recklessly took off to film it.

Among the crowd was a group that stood