Seeing that his little wordplay had not angered Constantine, Lucifer regretfully put away the photograph. Still smiling, he clinked glasses with the man before him and elegantly lifted his drink. "I was never one of the Guardians, not Heaven's Gate Keeper, nor humanity's Guardian Deity. I discussed what happened before with Deathstroke as well. As for what is now happening beyond our multiverse, I can see some of it too. But I can only offer you one guess: **** turned everything into nothingness, because their garden did not suit their tastes at this moment."
With that, Lucifer raised a hand to indicate that he had delivered the intelligence he had promised. The man had received the answer he wanted, so it was time for him to leave.
He truly loved Constantine, just as he loved other humans, but a deal was a deal.
"Hold on, Your Majesty Satan. We're not done yet."
Constantine, serious for once, tilted his head and casually ground out his cigarette on the bar. A round scorch mark remained on the beautiful stone countertop, and burning tobacco sparks scattered everywhere. He had clearly used too much force. Then, with that same force, he dug at his ear. "Maybe my ears were clogged with hair just now, because I didn't catch who you said the suspect was. Say it again. Oh, in English."
The nightclub gleamed with extravagant lights and colors. Well-dressed people danced gracefully, marveled at the luxurious surroundings, or savored the delicious food. Everything seemed to be in the best state people could imagine.
They said a person's enemies often understood them best. The Satan before him was humanity's Great Enemy, and he knew exactly what people wanted.
"****. My English is perfect, isn't it?" Lucifer really did repeat it. His lips held a faint