The scorching air instantly engulfed the three of them. The smell of sulfur was as pungent as ever, all kinds of demons bustled along the prosperous streets, and the blood war still raged on the horizon.
"Wait, why are we back in Hell again?"
Harley dragged her oversized hammer along as she unsteadily leaned her head against Little Dai's shoulder. It was simply too hot here; moisture surged out through her skin, and she felt like her makeup was about to run.
Diana was equally puzzled, but then realization suddenly struck her, and her gaze sharpened again.
She looked at Su Ming with uncertainty. "You aren't planning to take back the payment you already gave Mazikeen, are you? No! You are not allowed to bring something that disgusting back."
Wonder Woman knew exactly what that so-called payment was, which was why she found the idea deeply repulsive.
Personally, ever since leaving Paradise Island, she had lived in the United Kingdom. How should she put it? Although the proportion of homosexuals there was nowhere near that of the United States or Japan, the United Kingdom's cultural atmosphere and social environment gave people a particularly... slashy sort of impression.
Tailored suits, corset-like waistcoats, the beastliness concealed beneath a gentleman's refined manners, taverns and dark alleys beneath gaslights—all of it created a dark rebellion beneath an ascetic exterior, a subtle and unusual kind of thrill.
Everything seemed unrelated to sex, yet it always made people think of such things.
Diana was not the sort of scholar who shut herself off from the outside world, either. She had heard a saying: "Every gay man once believed he was straight."
Deathstroke had made those movies, and those evil, filthy creations all had one thing in common: their protagonist was Lucifer Morningstar, the most beautiful man