[Zhongyingmei] Love Diary of the Prince of Hell

Papa Midnight's men reported to him that they had found John Constantine in New York City.

He actually dared to set foot in the United States, even dared to come to New York and come under his nose.

Father Midnight laughed back in anger, did he really think he couldn't deal with him!

Papa Midnight decides to use his trump card.

He drove his sister.

Sister, oh, dear Sister Sedra, sister of his own blood, who killed her life and trapped her soul with his own hands.In the ten days and nights of sacrificing her body, after enslaving her soul and casting it in hell, he ascended to the pinnacle of voodoo.

With the help of Sedra, Father Midnight successfully cast a spell on John Constantine and dragged him to hell.

It's hell, but it's not the real hell.

The hell that John Constantine is in now belongs to the replica hell of Midnight Papa.This hell will become John Constantine's nightmare together with the souls that have been thrown into it by Father Midnight to torture, an endless loop of nightmares from which there is no way out.His soul will be shattered into pieces in repeated cycles, and each piece will suffer unimaginable pain, and finally disappear in screams and wailing.

This was the price John Constantine paid for his disrespect.

Papa Midnight has already planned everything, and from time to time, he borrows Sedra's eyes to appreciate John Constantine who is being tortured in every way, and the unprecedented carefreeness makes Papa Midnight feel ecstatic.However, such a happy mood lasted for more than two days before it was ruthlessly broken.

At that time, on the ninth floor of No.90 of the Empire State Building, in the Spiritual Plant Garden carefully crafted by Father Midnight, a voodoo wizard with dark skin, wearing a white suit and a white top hat was standing with his hands behind his back, and he was admiring the New York Street View.On the altar behind him was the skull of his sister Cedra, whom he kept at hand as a vehicle for enslaving Cedra's soul.

I have seen too much of John Constantine's ugliness in the past two days. The voodoo master who was still thinking about revenge before seemed to have suddenly awakened a bit of the aura of the voodoo king. He felt self-confident that he shouldn't waste too much on someone like John Constantine. long time.His greatness never needs to be shown on a despicable human being. John Constantine is just a pebble on the road of his great life.

There is no need to put so much thought on him.

Time to let that human rot in that hell.

As soon as this thought came up, the sound of the vibration of the wings rang out in the room.

Father Midnight turned his head in surprise. Before he could see who was the one who broke through his barrier and entered his territory in an instant, a strong force had already grabbed his throat and threw him against the wall.

With a "bang", Father Midnight's tall and strong body was thrown heavily against the wall, and the solid wall burst into cracks like spider webs under the impact. Before Father Midnight, he looked like a successful person recalling the past The artificial gestures of life were gone, and his beloved white top hat had been thrown flying.

Father Midnight spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes turned black.

Fortunately, Father Midnight's strength is not weak. Although he was caught off guard and suffered a disadvantage, he quickly reacted.Ignoring the embarrassment at this time, Father Midnight got up from the ground, and the sacred weapon of voodoo was already in his hands.He looked forward warily, then froze for a moment.

The visitor had black hair and black eyes, a beautiful face, and was wearing a black robe. He was obviously not an ordinary person, but it was a strange face, and Father Midnight had never seen it before, let alone the kind of person who came to the door without saying a word, and did it directly. hate.

Father Midnight is certainly an image that cannot be provoked in the other world, but under this tyranny there is also a cunning that belongs to him alone, because he will never provoke those beings that he cannot afford to provoke.Once it is discovered that the strength of the opponent is far superior to him, the attitude of prudence and prudence will prevail.

This one in front of him is not a speculator like John Constantine who only beat him with cunning, he is a real strong man, he is crazy to confront the opponent head-on.But being too humble can backfire, how to grasp this degree, Father Midnight is very good at it.

Father Midnight collected himself, tried to maintain a calm posture, and said, "Your Excellency..."

"Dirty and despicable maggots." The visitor, Beria, the lord of hell, looked at Papa Midnight with cold eyes. This paradise built by Papa Midnight himself is crumbling under the absolute force, because he touched The reverse scale of the Lord of Hell.

"How dare you touch my treasure with your dirty hands!"

Father Midnight was stunned: "What?"

"Johnny, where is John Constantine?!"

The black hellfire burst out suddenly, swallowing the life of all the surrounding plants almost instantly.

Father Midnight: "!!!"

If Papa Midnight could be given 5 minutes to sort out his inner world now, he would definitely grab his hair and scream and roar.

John Constantine, John Constantine, why John Constantine again!Where did that damned scum liar trick such a powerful existence!Why is that bastard lucky enough to be stuffed into that infinite loop of hell, yet there is still such a powerful existence, so he came to ask his teacher for his sins? !

This is probably a misunderstanding caused by the same name.

Beria heard from Constantine that there is another John Constantine in this world, but Beria didn't care. After all, there was a king of hell named Lucifer before hell in this world. The name of the angel is also familiar.

The so-called fate is a collision of coincidences. It is not so much that his human beings have a different body, it is better to say that someone has stepped into a similar but different fate to him.

Under the same fate, some people have their backs bent by suffering, and some people walk forward with heavy burdens. Bitter fruit makes fine wine.There is no absolute sameness, no absolute equivalent.

Of course, the most important thing is that according to Beria's understanding, their original world is very special. Beria is not sure what is special, but the most unlikely thing in their world is a parallel world.

Although Father Midnight was shocked by the amount of information that Beria threw at his face, but seeing the tragic situation in the Lingzhi Garden that he carefully cultivated, Father Midnight did not dare to feel distressed, dare not quibble, and dare not evade .Under the powerful coercion of the fallen angel's anger, he humbly bowed his spine and said tremblingly: "I beg your forgiveness, sir, I didn't mean to target the human beings you care for, I, I don't know He has your favor, and I beg your forgiveness, for which I will give my all!"

Thinking of John Constantine's tragic situation in that replica hell that made him laugh out loud, Father Midnight sweated coldly on his brow, and tremblingly said: "I am willing to sacrifice my influence in the world, my loyalty, and my soul... ..."

Beria smiled, and he spoke softly, his tone was extremely gentle, but also extremely cold.

"What are you, worthy of offering your soul to me?"

Papa at midnight shakes like chaff.

Belia glanced and saw the white skull on the altar in the garden. It was a power mixed with voodoo spells and hell, but it was not the rotten breath of another human who stole him.

"Yes, hell." Beria whispered softly, "You hid my Johnny in hell."

Father Midnight, who had been frantically thinking about ways to save his life, collapsed on the ground, his face pale and hopeless.

***

Newcastle was Constantine's nightmare, a nightmare he would never get rid of.Ten years of electroshock therapy at the Ravenskan Mental Asylum was nothing compared to the despair it brought Constantine.

How did that happen.

Oh yes, 20-year-old John Constantine, after getting out of a mental institution, taught himself the tricks of many genres with a genius, ha, a genius.Magic was very important to Constantine at that time. It was a bit of a teenager showing off, and more of it was to prove that he was not crazy.

He wasn't crazy, and his parents were wrong to send him to Ravenskan.They don't have this kind of god-given ability, they don't understand the reality of the world and his reality, so they foolishly sent him to a mental hospital and thought it was for his own good.

They were just ordinary people, two blinded, ignorant and pathetic ordinary people.

... Later, Constantine realized that it turned out that he was the one who was truly ignorant and pathetic.

The 20-year-old Constantine is not yet a well-known exorcist in the world. He just got rid of the nightmare of the past and stepped into the mysterious world with his head held high.He also formed the band Dogstar with his close friends, and he did not forget to study the occult while chasing his music dream.

As he emerges, the talented and talented wizard begins to make the world look askance.

Finally, that day, a call came from Newcastle, Pennsylvania. A friend who had kindly and helpfully given Constantine when he was trapped in the Ravenskan Mental Asylum asked for help. His youngest daughter Astra Possessed by a demon.

Constantine rushed to Newcastle immediately, along with his friends from the same band. They all have more or less research on the occult, have magical powers, and can use spells.

After Constantine took over this matter, he found that the exorcism this time was extremely difficult, and the demon possessing Astra was too powerful to be dealt with by the current Constantine.But looking at the earnest and worried eyes of Astra's father, he didn't confess his helplessness, but took a slant and thought of a rather terrible idea.

At that time, he just got a copy of "The Magic Book of Truth".

He told his thoughts to the rest of the band, not everyone agrees with him, but there are still some people who are willing to stay and practice his terrible idea.

Constantine set the target of the summoning as Agares, the demon god of the second of King Solomon's 72 demon pillars.

His calling failed and succeeded.

He failed to summon the demon Agareth, but succeeded in summoning another powerful demon.

The demon tore apart the demon possessing Astra, but what followed was a massacre - he would be there to assist Constantine in the summoning ritual, Astra's father and the Poor little girl, all torn to shreds.He laughed at Constantine's stupidity and arrogance loudly, and then dragged Astra's soul to hell.

It was he who caused a pure soul to fall into hell, and it was he who caused the loss of his companion's life. His survival was not the temporary mercy of the devil, but the deliberate torture of that devil.

Constantine's emotions collapsed under extreme guilt and fear.

The death scene was like hell, the only luck was probably that Constantine was not regarded as a criminal suspect, but he was still sent to a mental hospital. The psychiatrist believed that he was the guilt of a survivor, because he was helpless. Imagine the existence of demons.

He exiled himself in the mental hospital, trying to rot in the corner of the shadows, until two years later, someone found him in the mental hospital because of the case in the other world.

The 22-year-old Constantine suddenly realized that the killings brewed by the devil would not stop with his decay. Although he was terrible, there was always something he could do.

From then on, Constantine began to take over every case related to hell demons, without thinking about how much malice such an action would attract from hell, and without considering that his life would be shaky because of it.

Anyway-

Devil's business, ruined.

The presence of demons, expulsion.

The devil is cunning, and the exorcist can be even more cunning.As long as one is bold and cautious enough, even the most perfect contract can find loopholes.

This is not some heroic great cause.

Constantine knew it all.

This is redemption.

He is atoning.

***

When this painful memory that almost killed Constantine's soul surged out, Constantine's breathing became short of breath.

He feels sick.

The corpses all over the roof only made Konstantin jump, and the smell of blood did not make the exorcist frown, but when he remembered that memory, Konstantin's stomach began to twitch.He half knelt on the ground, pressed his throat with his palm, retched twice but couldn't spit out anything.

Constantine closed his eyes vigorously. After a long while, he calmed down, and the eyes he opened again were full of silence.

No matter how many people he has saved over the years, what is the point of him using a spell to sacrifice his soul to prevent the world from being invaded by darkness, the dead will not be able to rest in peace, that is his eternal sin.

Constantine staggered down the rooftop.

He couldn't let himself slump in too much pain, anyway, first save this John Constantine, and then escape from this unlucky place.

Really enough.

He didn't want to stay in such a ghostly place for a minute.

Constantine's footsteps coming downstairs stopped suddenly.

At the handrail of the stairs ahead, a tall, rough-looking man leaned there.He was wearing a blue shirt and black trousers, and his overly muscular chest muscles almost tore the shirt apart.He looked at Constantine with great interest, not concealing that he was different from ordinary people at all.

The author has something to say:

#818 A big misunderstanding caused by a hot name collision#

Beria: Where's my John Constantine! ! !

Midnight Papa: Huh?Are you here for John Constantine?When did that guy cheat this powerful...not cheat, not cheat, it's all my fault, my fault OTZ

Beria: Oh==

***

The two Kangs have different looks, different nationalities, and different family backgrounds. The major events they have experienced and the demons they have encountered have some commonalities but are not identical. The past experience of Constantine here is a combination of film memories + comics.

In the comics, the band formed by Zha Kang is called mucous membranes, and the dogstar here is actually the band that Keanu participated in hhh, this is a Hollywood superstar with a musical dream.