"Hey! Isn't that Jon?"
A powerful demon capable of briefly moving through the Great Void could hardly be unknown in the world of dark magic. The moment Jon entered the tavern, a sharp-eyed demon spotted him and called out.
Unlike Constantine, who offended people wherever he went, even demons who practiced something as sinister-sounding as dark magic had a few people they could call friends.
That was especially true of Jon. Rather than shut himself away, he ran an interdimensional tavern of his own and steadily produced a special signature beer, giving him plenty of regular customers.
They greeted Jon warmly, and one demon even shouted that he would buy Jon a glass of A Jinx's Life.
The Minotaur Tavern Owner had been leaning against the bar, smoking a cigar made from some creature's skull and looking utterly indifferent to her surroundings. Yet she caught those words perfectly, and a glass of A Jinx's Life immediately floated into Jon's hand.
The demon who had offered to pay turned grim. He had only been joking. That drink was far from cheap. Its price depended on the "raw materials," but on average, it cost three high-quality, pure souls.
The Minotaur Tavern Owner languidly pointed at the fellow who had offered to pay. Clearly, skipping out on the bill was impossible. The demon, whose mouth ran loose after a few drinks, could only grit his teeth and accept it.
Jon did not stand on ceremony. He drained the glass, then casually smashed it on the floor.
The sharp crash briefly drew quite a few demons' eyes away from the sizzling Angel Sisters.
Everything in the Minotaur Tavern cost money, and the prices generally ran high. Even some prominent figures in Hell found them painful.
As a result, people rarely chose to break anything