Meanwhile, in Virginia, Constantine and Zatanna walked along a rugged forest path beside a remote country road.
The trees on either side of the road looked as though they had not been trimmed in years. Their branches resembled the claws of shriveled monsters, while roots lay hidden beneath the fallen leaves, ready at any moment to trip unwary outsiders.
"Damn it, damn it! That Deathstroke bastard used voodoo to control my mind and turned me into a puppet. He's a warrior, and without help from the Upside-Down Man, how the hell did he use voodoo?"
Constantine clenched his cigarette between his teeth as he beat his chest and stomped his feet. Though he kept cursing, his face was full of smiles. Rather than angry, he seemed to find it quite interesting.
Zatanna walked with her head lowered, doing her best to keep her fishnet stockings from snagging on the dried vegetation. She tilted her head slightly. "So what's the problem? If he hadn't drugged you, you wouldn't have told me these methods were actually related not to The Grey, but to The Black. Otherwise, we would have had to take a huge detour."
"What's the problem?" Constantine snorted, then sighed. "Deathstroke's schemes are like the tattoo on Lucifer's ass. By the time I see it, it means he's already fucked me and is turning around to pull up his pants."
The air fell silent for a moment. Somewhere in the woods, a bird let out a strange cry.
"...Stay away from me. Gross. I never thought you had that kind of relationship with Lucifer, that 'evil of this world.'" Zatanna looked disgusted and edged away from him. "You should go find Mazikeen and keep each other warm while Lucifer is missing, instead of coming to me."
Zha Kang rolled his