Late-Stage Lung Cancer

"Go back to Hell, or I'll kill myself!"

As he spoke, Constantine pulled a razor blade from his pocket and placed it against his wrist. Thinking that death would come too slowly, he moved it to the carotid artery in his neck.

"Constantine, that's the feeblest threat I've ever heard. What does your death have to do with me?"

Mammon, possessing Angela, laughed. "Do you really think I'll take pity on you and give up my chance to rule the human world just to save your miserable life?"

"Of course you won't take pity on me, but think carefully about what will happen if I die!"

Mammon froze. Right, he really couldn't afford the consequences of Constantine's death.

All along, Constantine's soul had been regarded by the Lord of Hell—his neurotic father, Satan—as something already in his pocket, kept under long-term watch.

If Constantine died, his father Satan would immediately leave Hell and personally come to the human world to claim that scumbag's soul.

Then father and son would meet, staring awkwardly at each other. An enraged Satan might spare him some dignity and refrain from beating him into the ground in public.

But once they returned to Hell, Satan's home turf, what awaited him would be an endless beating—the kind meant to beat him half to death.

Mammon wasn't afraid that Satan would beat him to death. As the Son of Hell, dying was difficult for him. To put it bluntly, even Satan wouldn't find it so easy to kill him.

But being unable to die was precisely the worst outcome, because Satan could freely display his talents and use countless inventive methods to beat him.

Who knew? After ten thousand years of beatings, Hell might gain several hundred or even a thousand new forms of torture!

At that