He said he felt bad about eating chicken-blood buns, but he never stopped making memes. Deadpool's sorrow came quickly and went just as quickly. Before long, he and the two boys had successfully regrouped at the circus and resumed chatting and laughing about the game.
They gave off the impression of elementary school students.
The kind who had no chance to play games at school, yet thought about them constantly, then talked about them with classmates on the way home, spittle flying as they acted like theoretical champions.
Still, seeing that he was stable and no longer spouting filthy jokes was enough.
She put away her sword and shield, rolled her shoulders, and Diana once again covered her exposed snow-white shoulders with her cloak. Then she asked Batwoman in front of her, "Is it a flesh-and-blood creature?"
"No. The carbon content in the material it left behind is extremely low. The elements with the highest proportions are mainly sulfur and phosphorus." Batwoman had already run a chromatographic analysis using the equipment in her helmet and obtained the results.
Diana frowned at that answer. Her hands ran through her soaking wet hair, wiping the rainwater back. "So it is actually a close relative of Hell's demons?"
Under normal circumstances, demons could not be killed on the Main Plane of the Material World. At most, they could be beaten back into Hell or sealed away.
But there were exceptional circumstances. If some unlucky bastard happened to run into a high-ranking Angel descending to the world and was blasted by intense positive energy or struck by the Seraphim Blade, it would truly die on the Main Plane.
After death, they would usually rapidly self-ignite and turn into a pile of ash. Someone had analyzed that ash before, and sulfur was its primary component.