[Zhongyingmei] Love Diary of the Prince of Hell

On the rooftop of the Ravenskan Mental Sanatorium.

"Leave it for now." The drunken nurse muttered, "We'll deal with it together next time."

As he said that, the nurse kicked the corpse that had just been thrown up, obviously wanting to move the new corpse forward, but obviously too lazy to bend over, so he resorted to violent kicking.

Constantine's complexion has completely darkened, at least he is someone he knows, at least he is someone in another world with the same name as himself and a similar experience, and he has lost his memory and was left with so many horribly dead bodies, not to mention A drunkard can desecrate his corpse?

Although this corpse does not know how many percent of John Constantine.

Constantine walked out of his hiding place with a sullen face.

"Huh?" The nurse squinted his eyes and looked in Konstantin's direction, muttering, "Oops, I've been discovered, hiccup, I must, I must silence him." Then, he took out a large fistful from his trouser pocket. wrench.

Constantine rolled up two sleeves.

Relying on Constantine's years of experience in punching demons, even though he is not dominant in size and muscles, he is still not incapable of defeating a drunk who walks swaying, even if he holds a weapon in his hand. wrench.

Constantine obeyed the true thoughts in his heart, beat the other party to the ground two or three times, then pinned him in the corner and interrogated him.

After asking this question, Constantine finally understood why there were so many corpses piled up here.

The nurse took money from other colleagues to help them deal with the patient who was accidentally tortured to death by them.In the first few times, the nurse seriously smuggled the corpse to the incinerator in the next building to burn it, but after more times, even if he had extra money to earn, he also felt slack.

Later, the nurse's brain, which was almost drunk by alcohol, came up with a brilliant idea.

He was going to save the corpses and concentrate on processing them in one day.

In the end, scruples about the hospital's regulations, the nurses decided to hide the corpse on the top floor rooftop where no one cares about it for many years.One of his jobs is to patrol the nursing home, and he alone has the key to the security door on the roof.

When he threw it for the first time, he was still a little apprehensive, worried about being discovered by others.But after throwing it every day for several months, he found that the corpses that died before did not seem to decompose, and no one discovered the secret of the rooftop, so he became more and more courageous.

Constantine was silent for three seconds, grabbed the opponent's head decisively, and hit the concrete floor on the roof hard, knocking him unconscious.

"What the hell for a few months." Constantine cursed in a low voice. In order to prevent the power leaking out of the dark cracks in the endless abyss from destroying the world, Constantine used a powerful spell that would catch his own soul to block it. gap.He who should have died did not really die, but fell into this world.

But pay attention to the time, he fell into this world nineteen days ago. At that time, not only Batman was there, but John Constantine of this world was also there.At that time, John Constantine was alive and kicking, and he was swaying like a reverse cross trying to fool him by pretending to be a devil worshiper... Speaking of which, why did John Constantine think he was a devil worshiper?

Although he was still good at black magic, his magical breath was definitely not contaminated with the disgusting and rotten smell of demons. John Constantine would mistake him for a demon worshiper, which was simply the greatest insult to him!

Well, this is not the point at the moment, the point is, even if John Constantine was assassinated right after leaving Gotham, there shouldn't be hundreds of corpses, since the nurse said one corpse per day, unless... …

The flow of time is different here.

Constantine's expression became more serious.

No matter where it is, once the law of time can be involved, the water here must be extremely deep.

Constantine went to check the fresh corpse that had just been thrown up again, and it turned out that the man had a bald spot on the left side of his head.This is the hair that Constantine had cut off John Constantine's head in order to keep his back and also for a little revenge. He deliberately cut it harshly to create the illusion of alopecia areata.

He never expected that the prank-like trick at that time allowed him to completely distinguish him from other corpses, and made him sure that the John Constantine who asked for his number and didn't even remember his name was dead.

Just then, Constantine heard a shout from downstairs, and that voice was so damn familiar——

"It wasn't me, I didn't kill it!"

In the open space in front of the building of the Ravenskan Psychiatric Sanatorium, two nurses grabbed a blond man in a straitjacket and got out of the car. The blond man was struggling to wriggle his body. , kicked the man staggering and fell to the ground.

"Shut up, you perverted murderer!" The nurse spat, disdainful and disgusted, "We all know what you did in Newcastle, you pervert who tortured and killed little girls!"

At that moment, the blond man felt as if he had been punched in the head, his lips trembled, and he couldn't say a word.

And the person who showed the same painful expression as him was Constantine standing on the roof of the top floor.

Newcastle, Constantine's nightmare.

***

"As I get older, I can't help but say a few more words when I see the younger generation who are close to my eyes." The old man beside the campfire sighed.

Beria said calmly: "For eternal existence, time is just a number." It doesn't matter whether you are young or old.

The old man chuckled and shook his head, he wasn't joking.He took the initiative to talk about not only his family, but also his current job of shepherding sheep.As he said, the fallen angel in front of him closed his eyes.

The birth of this fallen angel, Beria, was a miracle.

Chaos, taking into account the power of light and darkness, creation and destruction, is by no means a talent that can be easily bestowed on creation, not to mention that his chaos is not the most inferior kind of fusion of light and dark forces, whether it is light or darkness, they all converge. beyond the limits of that world.

This is a newborn god who is confined to the status of an angel. The limitations of the world's laws prevent angels from giving birth to divinity, but as long as they get rid of the status of an angel, he is qualified to compete for the supremacy of the world.

It was hard to imagine that the creator of that world was willing to give such power to a creature, and Beria in front of him not only did not get lost in the power of chaos, but perfectly controlled this special attribute.

This particularity was noticed by Belia after he was sent into this world. He inspected this special life, and after he got the fragments of chaos and tried to dig out the secrets of the world hidden deep in the power of the fragments, he tried a little bit. .But after trying for a while, he was warned by the other party.

Pity.

If we can keep him, the world will be more beautiful.

The old man suddenly had a feeling.

"Son, have you ever witnessed the most beautiful moment in the world?"

Beria looked at the old man puzzled.

Before Beria could open his mouth, the old man had already revealed the answer, an answer that was unexpected by Beria but touched Beria.

"When she was about to break, there were countless people trying to save her and protect her." The old man's tone was full of emotion, "The beauty and kindness of human nature, the free will, the radiant vitality often comes after a long time. The beauty neglected by the long-lived species who have forgotten their original intentions.”

Bella was taken aback.

The faint morning light shines through the forest tops, falls on the forest, and falls on the body of the Lord of Hell with black hair and black eyes, and the old man's body begins to emit a golden light.

"Son, you are different from my children." The old man's voice came clearly from the silhouette shrouded in golden light, "I look forward to the light of your beautiful soul blooming in my world, even if it is short, it can stay Enjoy the beautiful scenery."

Beria, who came back to his senses, nodded slightly, neither humble nor overbearing: "Thank you for your tolerance."

The old man's body dissipated amid the laughter, along with the bonfire that was left with only embers.

"The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not want," Beria whispered softly, this is a psalm written by a man named David, "He made me lie down in green pastures, he led me to rest By the water."

Belia stood up, and everything around her began to lose its bright colors, and was replaced by nothingness again.

In the real world, Beria slowly opened his eyes.

Its daybreak.

Bella lay on the bed and exhaled slowly.

This night seemed ordinary, but it was actually exhausting.The old man took the piece of chaos with him when he left, but the cup of hot tea he was handed healed most of the scars on his heart core, allowing him to exert the power of a cherub.

The god's attitude towards him was a bit too kind, and it was this kindness that made Beria faintly feel that it was a bit inconsistent.

Constantly guessing the attitude of the god in his heart, Beria lowered his head and looked at Constantine, who was leaning on his arms and closed his eyes.His humans were really exhausted yesterday, and they won't be able to wake up until near noon... Wait!

Beria's eyes widened suddenly, and he could no longer care about the strange attitude of the god.He slammed onto Constantine's shoulders, looking at the closed eyes of humans with black eyes in disbelief, and under his palm was a heartbeat that was so weak that it seemed to stop in the next moment.

His humans weren't sleeping at all!

What about the soul?

What about Johnny's soul!

Beria grabbed Constantine's left hand, and the rose pattern he had left on the ring finger was gone.

That is not an ordinary tattoo, but the embodiment of Beria's original fire, which was engraved on a human finger by Beria in desperation, trying to establish a little connection.

At that time, Constantine's soul had dissipated, and that little ceremony was naturally a failure.But when we met again, the pattern appeared on Constantine's ring finger intact, and the ceremony seemed to be a success.

Beria has no intention of pursuing the truth, just as they fell into this strange world for no reason, but they are still alive, still in love, and have a future to speak of, which is more important than anything else.As for the others, it is entirely possible to wait for him to recover, and then see the tricks.

But damn it, his human soul was taken away by his side, and when he was talking with that god in the void, someone stole his Johnny!

Black hair snaked down, twelve pure black wings spread out suddenly, and the eyes of the fallen angel, who had lost his human form in an instant, were burning with black flames, and the surging power instantly shattered everything in the bedroom, but his hands held Care and tenderness, which are completely different from anger, protect humans in their arms.

The palm of the lord of hell caressed the nape of the human neck, and the dark glory carefully explored this shell that only left a trace of soul connection.He followed that ray of connection, trying to find where the human soul is.

During this process, he sensed two strands of magic power, one with the decay of demons in it, and one with the belief in Dambara Vido—this is the unique magical breath of Haitian voodoo warlocks .

A devil worshiper, a voodoo, is that they stole Johnny's soul?

Beria's eyes were heavy. If it wasn't for the fear of hurting the connection between Constantine's soul and body, his power would unscrupulously attack those two magical powers, and give them a bloody lesson first.

After a while, Beria raised his eyes to look somewhere in the void, and said coldly, "Is it New York?"

The power divided into three entered New York together, but the glory of chasing Constantine's soul and that devil worshiper could not continue to track after entering New York City, and should be blocked by a powerful enchantment, but protecting that The enchantment of the voodoo wizard is not so strict.

"Midnight, it turned out to be him."

Thanks to the fact that Constantine forbade Beria to wait for him outside the midnight bar, Beria had a brief understanding of the voodoo master who claimed to be absolutely neutral, and his greed and hypocrisy were ridiculous.As for midnight in this world, it is probably not much better.

Having identified one of the culprits, Beria hugged Constantine in his arms solemnly, a soft black light flashed, and Beria hid Constantine's soulless body in his spiritual body among.

In this world, there is no place where he can feel more at ease than Beria's body.

After hiding part of his weakness in his body, the sound of wings vibrating sounded, and the black-haired and black-eyed Lord of Hell disappeared from the ruined bedroom.

***

New York, USA, here is the place of Midnight Papa.

Father Midnight, this name can be said to be known to everyone in the world.With his powerful strength and cruel methods, this voodoo master from Haiti makes almost no one in the world willing to be his enemy, except John Constantine.

John Constantine, a man, can sometimes be so cunning and cunning that he escapes with the lives of his companions, but sometimes he is so stubborn that he stands there trying to be an enemy of his invincible existence.If he was really sensible enough, how dare that blond jerk trick him and compete with him for the Winchester shotgun?

The worst part is that he succeeded!

Papa Midnight hated John Constantine's smile.Such a smile, such an arrogant smile, is far inferior to even the devil in hell.

Papa Midnight had always wanted revenge, but John Constantine was so cunning that he hadn't had the chance to do so until three days ago.

The author has something to say:

#818 The Lord of Hell who is hot and angry and flips the table#

Beria: Gan, who moved my human!

Father Midnight: ...Can we talk about it, the kind that hits when you don't get started?

Beria: You, say, what!

***

The youngest son of God in this world is Lucifer, who is currently tired of being the king of hell, so he left hell. He is the real youngest son. I haven't read DC's "Lucifer" comics. In the American drama "Lucifer", God has a wife, and the archangels are their children. OTZ Lucifer is the youngest son of rebellion.After God broke up with his wife, he sent his wife to hell →_→

The yellow-haired Zha Kang is not a devil worshiper, but he does have demon blood in his body, which was used by the demon Nigel to heal Zha Kang and coerce him to do things for himself.Nigel is the demon who caused the Newcastle tragedy in the comics. Because he was cheated three times by Zha Kang in the later stage, he failed to kill Zha Kang, touched the rules of hell, and was captured and tortured to death by the hell's judges.

Hell rules: If a demon is repeatedly played by the same human being three times, hell will pardon the sins of that human being, and let that demon suffer punishment for him →_→

In fact, the first fallen fell on Zha Kang's body three times. When the judges tremblingly approached the first fallen to express that they must arrest him for execution, they were crushed to death by the furious first fallen.

As for the rules, it really depends on the strength hhh