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Chapter 113 Constantine

That's right.

Zatanna stared at the woman nervously, and slowly said, "Gabriel, I want to know the whereabouts of the psychic."

Gabriel, Seraphim, Archangel, Gatekeeper of Heaven, God's most beloved angel, and God's shepherd.

All of these are titles held by this angel, whose authority has been steadily increasing since Lucifer the Morning Star fell from heaven.

Zatanna stared at the woman with perfect features and golden wavy hair and said, "You possess the all-seeing eye, and I need you to help me find the whereabouts of the psychic."

The term "psychic" refers to children who are born with the ability to see ghosts, demons, and angels.

This unique ability also has a specific name in the mysterious Eastern country: "the ability to see ghosts".

It is both a blessing and a curse.

For children who can see ghosts and demons from a young age, this experience is nothing short of a terrifying torment. Therefore, most psychics do not live past the age of eighteen and either go insane or commit suicide due to the immense pressure, or suffer from depression and social derailment.

Therefore, Mammon has very few suitable candidates for a psychic body. So, as long as a psychic body is found, Mammon's plan can be stopped, and this is also Zatanna's idea.

They controlled the psychic body, allowing them to wait in comfort for the enemy to attack.

Zatanna stared solemnly at the angel who remained in the mortal realm: "The son of the demon wants to use his psychic powers to return to the mortal world; I must stop him."

"Hmm? Child of the Demon, psychic body."

The angel whom Zatanna called Gabriel wore a strange smile.

She slumped back into her chair, propping her legs up on the glass table with a nonchalant air.

"Please forgive my intrusion, Ms. Zatanna."

"Do you still remember how the Demon Child came to Earth?"

She continued talking to herself: "The spear of fate, a psychic body, and the help of a high angel."

"Do you think there might be a traitor among us angels?"

Gabriel gently curled her long hair with one finger and whispered, "We are all obedient children of God, and no one will release the children of evil."

So, your worries are unnecessary.

"The war between Hell and Heaven has no need for your human involvement."

She waved her hand arrogantly: "Please leave."

"I"

Zatanna was angered by the woman's haughty attitude; the heaving of her chest was proof of the rage in her heart.

"Let's go, Gino!"

Zatanna, furious, turned and walked toward the church door.

"Oh."

Gino followed Zatanna away, but before leaving, he didn't forget to look back at the woman sitting on the sofa.

Strangely, the other person was also watching him at that moment.

Their gazes met and then quickly separated.

Gino and Zatanna walked out of the church.

"Bang!"

A somewhat solid object bumped into Gino’s shoulder.

The black-haired young man in the trench coat stumbled and fell on the concrete steps, looking rather disheveled. The woman beside him let out a mocking laugh, then turned and walked past the man into the church without looking back.

"Shit."

The young man who was knocked down grumbled as he got up. He glanced at the tall young man with a hint of confusion, feeling as if he had just bumped into a steel plate.

"Constantine?"

Zatanna, who was standing nearby, recognized the man, and her expression immediately turned to one of disgust.

"I didn't realize you were the kind of guy who would come to church."

"I just came to ask some questions."

The man Zatanna called Constantine dusted off his trousers and walked into the church expressionlessly.

"Are you traveling with me?" Gino narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on the man's back.

He remembered this guy, the infamous scoundrel in the DC Universe, always wearing a brown trench coat and with a slovenly demeanor.

But looking at the guy dressed in all black who looked remarkably like Keanu Reeves, Gino guessed that this person might not be the Constantine from the comics.

"Ah, he's very famous in our exorcism world," Zatanna shrugged and smiled. "He's a workhorse in the industry."

"If exorcists like me work for money, then that guy doesn't care about anything in return; he's willing to exorcise demons as long as they exist."

"From what you're saying, maybe he's a good person?" Gino laughed too, what Clark from the exorcism world.

"No, quite the opposite. This man is foul-mouthed, selfish, and never attends church services or prays to God. Ironically, I've heard that he performs exorcisms seemingly just to get into heaven after he dies."

Inside the familiar church.

"Father, my sister's funeral must be held in the traditional way."

The woman who had previously bypassed Constantine has now approached the priest and started a conversation.

The elderly priest sighed and firmly shook his head:

"I'm sorry, Angela, Isabella's death was suicide, which is an unforgivable sin. People who commit suicide cannot be given a traditional funeral."

"But she loves God, Father. You know her. She would never commit suicide."

Discussion, debate, anger.

I've long since become numb to these things.

Constantine rubbed his head and turned his gaze to the blonde woman below the altar, gazing up at the image of the Passion of Jesus.

In his gaze, a pair of imposing black wings slowly emerged behind the woman.

"I know what you want, child."

Gabriel looked down at the candles on the altar without turning his head.

Constantine silently walked behind the woman, circled around to stand in front of her, and then said, "Perhaps you should consider giving me more time so that I can help you send more demons to hell."

"That won't work, Constantine."

Gabriel turned to look at the gaunt exorcist: "No matter how many demons you exorcise and send to hell, you will not ascend to heaven."

Why?

Constantine gritted his teeth, a hint of anger rising on his pale face: "Haven't I done enough?"

He lunged at Gabriel, their faces almost touching, and coldly demanded, "I have sent countless demons to hell."

“No, Constantine, that’s not enough.” Gabriel smiled. “If he were to repent, he would be to dedicate himself, to give his all.”

"And you don't have any of these things."

"Besides, you're about to die, and the only reason is that you've been smoking fifteen cigarettes a day since you were eighteen to relieve your fear."

"so,"

"Welcome to your final moments"

She pressed her cheek against Constantine's and uttered words of profound hurt:

"Perhaps the only option is to go to hell."

Constantine walked out of the church, looking utterly dejected.

His story is simple.

From a young age, they could see terrifying creatures such as demons and ghosts that others could not observe at all.

He was even sent to a mental hospital for telling his parents, and the immense pressure made Constantine contemplate suicide.

After his suicide by drowning, he briefly entered the hellish world.

Red sand filled the sky, and desolation stretched as far as the eye could see.

Countless demonic and deformed monsters roared and howled

The scene, reminiscent of Dante's Divine Comedy, haunted Constantine for a long time. From then on, he had only one goal in life: to go to heaven.