Chapter 962: Constantine's End (Part 2)

Zatanna walked to Constantine, squatted down, looked into his eyes and said, "I know you are not as evil and ruthless as you appear, so your soul is feeling extremely sad."

As she spoke, she gently reached out her hand, touched Constantine's brow with her fingertips, and then said, "But you need to rest now. There will be no more demons to haunt your dreams. Go to sleep, John..."

With her gentle murmur, Constantine slowly closed his eyes, and his breathing rhythm gradually became even. Zatanna sighed and whispered, "Okay, now, everything has to be done by me."

"The evil curse, the chaos of Gotham, hell and heaven..." Zatanna whispered, while standing up, turned around, and planned to leave.

But the moment she turned her back, Constantine jumped up, strangled her neck from behind, and pressed her to the ground.

Zatanna struggled desperately, she shouted: "Constantine!! You lunatic!! Let me go!!!"

While she was struggling, she saw Constantine's eyes, the madness there told Zatanna that she was wrong.

She always thought that Constantine became so evil and crazy because of magic, it was the curse imposed on him by those demons that made his mind confused, and it was the endless nightmares that drove him crazy.

But now, the flame burning in his eyes told Zatanna that magic was not the dye of his madness, nor even the firewood to start the fire. He was a madman first, and then a magician.

Lack of oxygen made Zatanna gradually lose consciousness. When she stopped resisting, Constantine stood up panting. Although he already had a young and strong body and the pain was far away from him, he still felt very weak, as if his soul was always missing a piece.

He reached out and touched Zatanna's prop belt. After opening it, there were only some gadgets that magicians would use, but for Constantine, it was enough.

He did not choose to perform magic in the Bat Cave, but staggered away from here, as if urged by something, and came to the basement where he had lived before at the fastest speed.

This is the so-called "gap in the spirit world", which can provide the best casting environment for magicians. Constantine placed the cards on the ground, drew patterns with chalk, and then lit the wheat ears with a lighter.

He knelt on one knee and began to whisper the spell in the magic circle. This was his best way to summon demons.

When the spell was halfway through, Constantine did not detect any demonic breath, so he gave up the spell, stood up, and found the broken bottle fragments in the corner of the room. He took it in his hand and returned to the center of the magic circle.

Then, he cut his palm with the broken pieces of the wine bottle, and the blood dripped on the burnt wheat ears. Constantine chanted the spell again, but still no one responded.

Originally, he could still hear some distant whispers, but after adding his own blood, the surroundings were terribly quiet.

Constantine fell to the ground. He should have thought that no matter whether it was an angel or a demon, he would not be fooled a second time.

Before, the reason why he could borrow power from all kinds of people again and again but not repay the debt was nothing more than four words-sunk cost.

At first, when Constantine had not yet entered the world of mysticism, all magicians were honestly repaying their debts, so the demons were not prepared at all. They did not expect that a weak human would dare to owe them a debt and not repay it.

The demons were very confident because they knew that human willpower was very fragile. If humans dared not to repay their debts, as long as they harassed them a little in their dreams, or left them with some painful curses, they would definitely come to repay their debts crying.

The demons did not expect that Constantine was not afraid of this pain, but also hoped that this pain could alleviate his inner guilt. He wished that the devil would come more often and he would accept all the pain.

So, some demons fell into his trap and lent him power, but they refused to pay. But at this time, other demons who were not well-informed also lent him power.

Constantine found the first batch of demons and told them that if they did not lend me more power, I would give my soul to the other side to repay the debt.

The demons felt sorry for the power they had invested, and did not want those competitors who competed with them for souls to enjoy Constantine's soul alone, so they lent him some more power.

After accumulating more power, Constantine could summon more powerful demons, borrow more power, and then continue to snowball in the same way until he became one of the most powerful magicians in the mystical world.

Later, almost all angels and demons were borrowed by him.

The more sins he committed, the more people coveted him. Everyone wanted his soul, but no one wanted his soul to fall into the hands of others, so whenever he was in danger, they would come to his rescue.

If they didn't save him, or didn't lend him strength when Constantine was in trouble, not only would all the initial investment go down the drain, but they wouldn't get his soul in return in the later stage. More importantly, they would also be funding competitors for nothing. No one wanted to suffer such a loss, which was why Constantine borrowed a lot.

However, Schiller paid off all the debts for Constantine, which means that when Constantine's company was liquidated, all the assets just offset all the liabilities, all the creditors recovered their costs, and even had a part of the surplus.

So at this time, Constantine opened a company under his own name and wanted to seek investment again. Who would invest?

Before, they kept investing in it, just because they were afraid that they couldn't recover their costs, so they could only go all the way, but now, after going through all kinds of hardships, they finally got a good result.

All the investors were patting their chests and thanking themselves for being lucky to meet a liar and recover their costs. No matter how stupid they were, they would not invest a second time in a liar who had lost all his credibility.

In the basement room, Constantine tried countless magic circles to summon demons or angels, but got no response.

All the magic power in his body disappeared as the wounds healed. Now, he had nothing but a healthy body and a head full of mystical theoretical knowledge.

Constantine sat on the floor of the basement that he had painted all over, took out a cigarette from the pocket of his windbreaker, lit it, and just took a puff, he coughed twice.

Then he found that not only magic, but also addiction to cigarettes, alcohol and drugs, all left him far away. He completely returned to the ignorant state of 17 years old, and he truly gained a new life.

Constantine wanted to continue smoking, but he seemed to have thought of something again, showing a smile that was uglier than crying, and then threw the cigarette aside. Looking at the thin smoke coming out of the cigarette butt that was slowly burning on the ground, Constantine whispered: "What a miracle, professor."

Constantine sat there and covered his face with his hands again. When he calmed down, the horror he had been avoiding attacked him again, which made him start to breathe fast and tremble all over.

"No... no... don't think about it, don't think about them... don't think about anything, empty your mind..." Constantine muttered while holding his head, and then instinctively began to grope on the ground.

Next to the mattress where he slept, he touched a small medicine bottle, which contained his usual snacks, which could bring him a good night's sleep. He unscrewed the lid with his trembling arms and poured a pile of pills into his palm.

Just when he instinctively wanted to put the pill into his mouth, he seemed to be burned again, threw the pill out directly, began to shake his hands frantically, and then yelled:

"No! John! What are you doing?! You can't do this! You can't smoke, drink and take drugs anymore... Think about what you got in exchange for your new life!"

Soon, his voice became weak again, and then he said: "But I want to divert my attention, I want to sleep, I can't think about them..."

"You deserve it, you deserve it... John, you killed so many people, innocent children, reliable friends, but you wanted to use physical pain to escape this guilt, now you can't do it, you deserve it..."

Constantine kept squeezing out short "coughs" from his throat like a suffocating fish, and then, as if he saw some hallucinations, he stood up and said to the air:

"Astra, is that you? I can explain what happened back then, no it wasn't me... I didn't mean it... I really didn't..." Constantine's breathing rate was getting faster and faster, and his voice was full of pain.

Then he became angry again and said: "Devil! It's all your fault! You took away the souls of innocent people!"

Standing in the dim basement room, Constantine heard whispers in his ears.

"It's you! Constantine! Don't try to put the blame on us..."

"It's your abuse of magic that caused the tragedy..."

"It's your arrogance and exaggeration that caused all this..."

Suddenly, Constantine turned his head and looked at his side, but there was nothing there. He suddenly shouted crazily: "No! This is all your conspiracy! It's your plan to avenge me!!!"

"Thomas!! I know it's you! You have never died. You have always been by my side, trying to torture me in various ways. All of this is your conspiracy to make me collapse!!!"

Constantine kept waving his arms and shouted at the air: "I killed you in my mother's belly! But so what? This world is inherently unfair!!!"

"After my father learned that my mother was pregnant with twins, he only gave you a name!!! He gave you his name!!!" Constantine almost broke his voice: "Only you are called Thomas! And I can only be called John!"

"John... John... This is a name he heard at the gambling table, so he threw it to me!"

"Every time I hear him call your name, I feel the flame of jealousy burning my soul! So. I must kill you! Otherwise, he will never love me!"

When Constantine kept swinging at the air, he seemed to be dancing, a dance accompanied by evil curses, crazy, cruel and dangerous, like a puppet at the mercy of fate.

Soon, he stopped, like a toy whose spring stopped turning, suddenly stopped, holding his knees with both hands and panting, and then whispered:

"If I really did something wrong? Maybe it's..." Maybe it's...

While he was muttering, he began to search in the room, and then he found a section of wire used to fix the mattress next to the mattress. He held the wire and looked up at the ceiling.

Countless blood oozed out of the cracks in the wall of the room, dyeing the floor and ceiling dark red, and the water flowed in from the stairs until the whole room was submerged in warm amniotic fluid.

Through the amniotic fluid and the fetal wall, Constantine heard another heartbeat. He heard a vague voice coming from outside his mother's belly:

"Little Thomas... Little Thomas..."

This voice was so gentle and slow, with endless expectations and love.

In a trance, Constantine saw an umbilical cord dangling above his head, and another him was standing opposite him, putting his ear to the fetal wall, listening to his father's gentle call, feeling the expectation of his relatives for his birth.

Constantine stretched out his shaky arm and pulled the umbilical cord over. In his chaotic thoughts, he thought that if he really did something wrong, he should have understood earlier that an unexpecting life should not come to this world.

The umbilical cord gradually enlarged in Constantine's field of vision, and when it touched his cheek, it was suddenly cold and hard.

Then. He felt a heavy feeling of falling. He thought that perhaps the mother was giving birth, and the pressure made him feel suffocated.

But soon, he felt the warmth again. After the amniotic fluid drained out, the fetal wall wrapped around him, like a mother's gentle embrace.

In such warmth, Constantine felt very relaxed and peaceful, and he slowly fell asleep.

"Bang!!!!!!!!!!"

"No!!! John!!!!!!!"

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