"He looks like he's in a lot of pain, meow." There was nothing for Kitty to do, so it simply shrank down and floated onto Deathstroke's shoulder like a little cloud. "I never thought I'd get to see God nailed to a cross today. Not bad."
"Ha, you reminded me, Dog Leftovers." Su Ming pulled out the Origin Codex from his belt pouch and began rapidly writing in it with paint. "I need to guard against The Old Man coming back to life. I can't arrange his Origin, but I can rewrite things like the Shroud of Turin, the Spear of Destiny, and the Lazarus Miracle."
Mm, the matter of dying, coming back to life, and then becoming a god would be transferred to Charles Roland instead.
That name might be unfamiliar to most people, but it did not matter. He had always been a fairly marginal character.
This young man was a child Death had secretly spared. He should have died, but because of his connection to Lucifer and Desire, Death had specially permitted him and his friend to return from death—or rather, to remain in the human world in a special, corporeal soul state.
That was her agreement with Lucifer. The boys' souls belonged half to each of them, allowing them to exploit a bug and keep the boys from dying.
The seventeen-year-old was now getting by in the United Kingdom, with little connection to the mainstream Superhero circle. He worked on the Mystic Side instead, having founded the Dead Boy Detectives to help people deal with ghosts, demons, and similar incidents.
Compared to a renowned Master of Dark Arts like Constantine, Roland did not possess especially strong spellcasting abilities. But he was a genuinely good person, sometimes even taking losses while helping people investigate supernatural incidents. He