Killing Mary Sue [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

Maggie couldn't believe what was happening before her eyes!

My boyfriend, who has been with me for three years, would actually be entangled with her best friend in the warm house they paid the down payment on, on the bed she personally chose, with her white body rolling over and breathing heavily.Their faces wrapped in desire are so ugly and dazzling, piercing their hearts like needles, and sticky and hot black blood flowed out.

"Maggie! Maggie, listen to me!—"

She turned around and left, ignoring the terrified pleading of the scumbag man. Although the woman hastily wrapped her graceful body with a quilt, she couldn't help the pride and show off in her eyes.Maggie could no longer stand under such humiliation for a second, she rushed out of the room, stumbled down the stairs, her eyes were dazed, shrouded in a huge sense of absurdity and betrayal, she walked into the pouring rain at a loss. In the middle, the world makes a rumbling sound, full of noise and fear, like a slaughterhouse on earth, slaughtering bloody souls one after another.

Maggie clutched her throbbing heart.This damn disease, damn humanity, damn friendship and love, three years of sweetness and promises can't resist the pretty face and devil figure, ten years of friendship suffering can't resist the temptation of money and vanity, that breath and joy The screams still echoed in her ears, flashed before her eyes like a nightmare, the rain flowed into her eyes, and the coldness washed over her body with the blood, cold, stinging, and suffocating.

It's a betrayal, an unforgivable betrayal, a betrayal that should go to hell and burn in flames.Maggie breathed heavily, and the pain became more and more severe, making her gait staggering. She endured the nausea and vomiting in her stomach and walked step by step through the busy street. A dazzling white light flashed However, with the familiar terrified cry behind her, the huge impact made her stop after rolling a few meters away. She lay on her back on the cold concrete floor, the rainwater pattered on her face, dripping into her sad face. In dull eyes.There was blood, dark red blood oozing out from under her body silently, mixed into streams of water on the ground, submerged the feet of the visitor, and took away her last breath.

If there is an afterlife—

In Maggie's gradually dim consciousness, there was only one sentence echoing endlessly.

If there is an afterlife, she will definitely let this world that betrayed her hurt her, and those who have given her shame and betrayal, one by one, she will turn into ghosts and demons, let them live forever, and never have peace!

……

……

【This night belongs to the carnival of wings】

[Rise up, rise to the seething sky.In the Zenith Garden, bright and terrifying flowers bloom in dark caves.Here's a haven of dark desire as the sweet scent fills the air.The trembling heart beats like a drum with mad thirst, beckoning companions to witness—to share their strong, sharp and passionate dance]

【I heard.I'm picking, trembling petal, petal after petal.Plant the seeds of my wrath in your scorched, mad belly, and savor your delicious cravings with the sharp tip of your tongue.O fruit of pain, beautiful and twisted, let me drink with the wine of lust and watch me grow.If you want it, I will give it.Your longing is my breath.Let me break the shell of your raging need and free the bound soul - straight into my swarming heart.Our symbiotic relationship is sacred, harmonious and complete]

[a soft sigh of contentment]

【I am coming】

……

【A burst of pain wakes her up.

Something dark and hungry has made its home in the soul.The severe pain was endless, like a baby bird tearing its internal organs.

There must be something to stop it... Maggie told herself subconsciously: Stop it.

——or… fill it]

"Talk to me. A million little whimpers telling me its name. An excruciating terror throbbing in my guts, throbbing in my veins. On and on. Begging, threatening.

It sang all night.Whispers at dawn: Accept 'I', release 'I', 'I' will be free again.

Fear no more, flee no more.

Betrayers should be punished most severely.

Maggie closed her eyes and suddenly smiled.She stretched out her hand towards the endless dark void.

Come on, give it to me.blend in with me.back to me.be me.

——This will be an unprecedented bloody feast. "

……

……

London, late at night, raining.

A blond man in a long-haired windbreaker walked past a quiet corner of the street. The biting wind penetrated into his skin like a snake. He shrunk his neck and turned up his collar to resist the toothless bite of the early November wind. Putting it in the pocket, brushed past the indifferent pedestrians, and walked silently towards the depths of the darkness.

His best night.He * rains.His *England.

John Constantine lowered his head, the cold raindrops were blown to his eyelashes by the evening wind, and the inconspicuous, heavy weight dripped into his blue eyes, so sour that it felt like the moment before he went blind.

The streets are sclerotic arteries to the dead heart of the city, and the street lamps blink sickly, yellow eyes.The smell of diesel oil soaked in rain, the smell of the city.

He walked past a dimly lit Chinese restaurant, the window was covered with a sticky blackened substance, like the smell of burnt soul getting into his nose, the same hell food as always, a cheap paradise for slow suicide lovers.Dirty dishes struggle in a sea of ​​gleaming mold, and Mother Nature is starting to regain lost ground.The stench thrust its rotting hand down its throat and tightened its constricting stomach.The night sucked them north, tires sighing wetly against the ground.

Next to the Chinese restaurant is a dilapidated video store, where deafening rock music is heard, and the lyrics fit the mood—at least, for him.

"Please allow me to introduce myself

allow me to introduce myself

I'ma man of wealth and taste

I'm a man of wealth and class

I've been around for a long, long year

I've been wandering in this world for too many years

Stolemanyamanssoulandfaith

Stealing and usurping the souls and beliefs of too many people

And I was round when jesus christ Hadhis moment of doubt and pain

Yes, I was on the sidelines in Jesus Christ's hour of doubt and pain"

"Sympathy for the Devil".Oh yes, literally sang their hearts out, a hymn to the devil.

"Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name

nice to meet you hope you can guess my name

But what 'spuzzling you Isthenature of my game

But what confuses you must be the meaning of my game

Just As Every Copied Sacriminal

like every cop is a criminal

And all the sinners saints

every sinner is a saint

Asheads stand

as the head is the tail

Just call me Lucifer

call me lucifer

Soifyoumeetme, havesomecourtesy

be respectful if you see me

Have some sympathy and some taste

Please be a little sympathetic.Please have some taste

Use your well learned politics

with all your skilled etiquette

Or I'll lay your soultoast

or I will take your soul"

Although this sentence is likely to offend the above, he still has to say: If someone can really take his stubborn soul, then please, he thinks he will be more than happy to cooperate.

The singing was gradually forgotten by him.The further you go there, the darker it gets.

The screams from not far away attracted dark souls like them like fireflies. He didn't even look up, watching the rain soak his leather shoes, stepping on a vast ocean, he didn't need signs, he didn't need guides, he went straight forward , through the narrow alley where you can't see your fingers, and came to the destination of his trip, or in other words, the prey's nest.

It is the breath of fear that helps the jaguar find the goat.Nothing but fear.

This is a slum.It's ridiculous, right? There are still such dark corners in London, known as citizens living in the sewers. Poverty is the original sin they cannot get rid of.It's dark, dirty, hungry, and the sun can't shine directly. Disgusting things like bacteria like to take root and multiply here, and feed on it.

Constantine used to be a regular here.Of course, it's not just about being an exorcist - people have to make time to have fun after work, don't they?Who knows what will come one step ahead of tomorrow, in their business, death is the most pleasing ending.

"Constantine! Mr. Constantine!"

See, that's one of the things he doesn't like about people.Always full of all kinds of meaningless worries, about life, about death, about love, about the weather.The woman who jumped up and burst into tears was the mother of the object of his trip today—oh yes, a little girl possessed by a demon, a routine task that didn't get much pay.Why do you say that?Because the truly powerful demons prefer those who are strong-willed and flawless, while the weak and incompetent low-level demons can only choose those who are easily seduced and have weak spirits. Children and mothers have a higher chance of success.You ask me why I don't see demon-possessed babies?you still need to ask?Of course it is because a baby's soul is useless in its infancy, and it is like chewing lime compared to a high-quality soul, without any nutrition at all!

He dealt with the panicked mother without sincerity, dispersed the crowd of onlookers, and walked into the little girl's room alone.

As soon as you open the door, there is a rotten smell, and the windows are all boarded up, so no light can come in-oh shit, of course no light will come in, anyone who sees the sun will make his daughter's face rot Any mother who screams in pain does that.Happily not helping, she almost succeeded in cooperating with the demon to drive out her daughter's spirit.If it weren't for the huge cross nailed to the wall at the head of the bed and the open Bible next to it, she would probably have fallen in love with her real daughter for the rest of her life not long ago.

Konstantin closed the door, shutting out all the irritating noise outside.He glanced at the little girl who was still struggling with her limbs tied up on the bed. Sensing her popularity, she suddenly raised her head and stared at him viciously. His body was scarred, his pupils were covered with black, and the black mark emerging from the flesh and blood on his face kept jumping like a live insect trying to break through his flesh. Panting, looking extremely horrifying and frightening.

Konstantin was so used to it, his expression didn't change at all. Facing the horrifying gaze of the demon-possessed girl, he still calmly put down his bag, and took out the ink needle, ink, syringe, and glass bottles from inside. Unknown green pellets in the bottle.

Then he walked to the girl's bed, showed a Constantine-style smile, dripped a drop of ink on the girl's forehead, bent down, approached the hideous face emitting an unusual stench, and put his hand on her forehead. Pressing hard on his head, he whispered to the demon in a gentle, persuasive tone.

"Come on, it's not hard at all, my girl... imagine yourself at the dentist and pretend I'm you. Mom—"

Hearing this, the devil struggled more violently, the whole bed was trembling and groaning unbearably, his all-black pupils were covered with a layer of scarlet, staring at Constantine, whimpering from an adult man With a terrifying sound, he let out a low roar similar to a curse.

"Hey hey, be a brave goodgirl, I will give you a big reward after everything is over, I promise—"

He squeezed the girl's head tightly, pressing her tightly against the pillow and unable to move. The other party was obviously not easy to deal with, struggling and twisting frantically, screams resounded throughout the room, and suddenly there was a shadow on the wall in the originally dark bedroom. Swimming fast, like a big fish with six arms flapping its slender tail, a terrifying sound similar to wing flapping and chewing can be heard.Constantine raised his head, and the smooth wall cracked a few cracks soundlessly, like the legs of a spider climbing to a darker and farther place, peeling off the skin flakes.

He couldn't help sweating on his forehead, and he pressed down on the opponent mercilessly, but the devil suddenly turned around and bit his wrist with all kinds of bites!Thin black blood still flowed out between the teeth, biting him and not letting go!

"Hiss——" Konstantin was in pain, one hand didn't relax, the other hand reached for the glass bottle on the chair, and he gasped and said, "Hey! Everyone should listen to mother's words Well, if you are obedient, good girls can eat sweets, and disobedient brats—”

The devil let out a sneer as if from hell, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and stared at Constantine, who was clearly a little girl, but made an indistinct and terrifying sound like a roar.

"Constantine—"

"I'm here, I'm here." The exorcist finally got the glass bottle, heaved a sigh of relief, looked at the black mark on the girl's face, and waved the bottle containing the green particles in his hand towards her showing off , issued a final warning, "Say your name, devil, go back to where you should be, you know the process, don't make me waste good stuff, it's expensive—"

The demon laughed crazily, and the imprint pulsated under the skin. It seemed that it was still a skinny face parasitized in the girl's body. No information can be obtained here, and the other party refuses to tell him his name, and he is unwilling to voluntarily withdraw from the girl's body and give up her soul.As a last resort, Constantine sighed. He roughly bit the cork with his mouth, and with a bang, he mercilessly poured half the bottle of medicine into the girl's mouth that was so wide open that it seemed to be torn apart——

A scream that pierced the night resounded through the sky, shrill enough to pierce the soul.

"Toadstool, African violet, birch root, sage, datura, sheep's hoof, eucalyptus leaves, plus a little Constantine's unique ingredients... ordinary devils can't enjoy such good things, this is not obedient Are you satisfied with the special treatment for the bear boy? Then go to hell!"

As soon as the green particles touched the girl's face, a burst of gray smoke rose up, and the devil screamed suddenly, and the black mark seemed to be melted instantly, and sticky green bubbles burst out, sizzling, reminding him of fresh eggs put in In the hot boiling oil, it is fried golden and crispy, and the aroma hits the face.

"Hey, do you like it?" Constantine asked the devil enthusiastically, picking up the collar, "now are you interested in telling me your name? - look, I have half a bottle, and I I don't mind using it all on you at all, as long as I am happy."

The demon covered his face, howled in pain, struggled and twisted constantly, and sticky black water flowed out from his closed eyes, as soon as it touched the air, it seemed to be evaporated and turned into nothing.Constantine admired the beautiful scenery in front of him, but the devil suddenly opened his eyes, half black and half blue pupils reflected his pale face, it stared fiercely at the exorcist, muttered from the depths of its throat, viscously , making an indistinct sound——

"What?" Constantine didn't hear clearly, and couldn't help taking a step closer, "Say it again, who is it?"

The devil stopped his mouth, even though he was suffering, he couldn't stop the malicious pleasure in his eyes. He raised his head, the black marks gradually disappeared, coughing, and laughing intermittently, like Revenge is rewarded——

"She is coming."

"All of you must die!"

Constantine ignored it. He stared into the devil's eyes and shouted sharply, "Tell me! Your name! Your name! Otherwise, I swear you will suffer a hundred times more than now! Tell me! Your name!— —”

The demon screamed in pain.

"Xanos!"

Constantine frowned suddenly, and he let go of his hand. The demon collapsed on the bed as if he had lost his breath. The black marks turned into smoke and slowly dissipated, and the pupils were gradually replaced by clear blue.And with the disappearance of the demon, the shadow on the wall slowly disappeared like the sun coming and the night passing away.The girl slowly closed her eyes tiredly, and although her breathing was weak, it gradually became calm and steady.

The exorcism was successful.The demon returned to where it belonged and the girl's soul was saved.She will get better slowly.

But the name of the devil and its words made Constantine unable to let go of it for a long time, until the girl's family rushed in, until he walked out without knowing it, watching the night slowly fade away, and the light gradually revealed East, thoughtfully.

Xanos, if you remember correctly, it is one of the fallen ancient gods in Cthulhu, one of the old rulers.Although he never liked Cthulhu, it would bring back some bad memories.But that might as well make him vigilant: How could an ancient god come here, England, possessing a little girl?And the "she" in its mouth is here, who is "she"?

Constantine couldn't help frowning, thinking that things might not be that simple.

It's really difficult to deal with, not only wasting a big bottle of good stuff, but also seems to have offended an ancient god with bad views? ——Experience told him: as long as the word "ancient" is attached to anything, it will definitely deviate from the original definition and become much more troublesome.Is there anything more irritating and less cost-effective than accidentally messing up a mess? !

Konstantin took out a pack of "Sika" cigarettes from his pocket, took out a lighter and tried to light one, but found that it was soaked in rain.Annoyed, he threw a whole pack of cigarettes into the mud next to him, smacked his lips, straightened his waist, and just passed a corner when a person stopped his footsteps.

"Hello, Mr. Constantine."

The blond man looked at the uninvited guest who was clearly aimed at him.The first is the straight and slender legs exposed outside.He couldn't help but whistled.His eyes moved up slowly, and after lingering on the waist and hips for a few seconds, he looked regretfully at the white sweater that was loose enough to cover most of the curves, and then continued to look up.Long black hair, silver-gray eyes, deep brows, forgettable when you see it.

……etc.See it and forget it?

Constantine raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help leaning against the wall with his arms folded, examining this woman whose existence was as low as a shadow.If she hadn't taken the initiative to say hello to him, he might have walked past her so straightly, without even noticing that there was a woman by the wall.

The exorcist was vigilant, but with a suave smile on his face, he folded his arms closer to her, and whispered in her ear with a playboy accent with a charming accent, "You are also here to make a deal with me!" eh, my dear?—you have to think about it, I'm very expensive..."

The ambiguous whispers ended on a photo taken out by the other party.

A little girl with a big smile.

Constantine's smile disappeared instantly, and he stared at the familiar face, his lips were tight, and he remained silent.

But the woman spoke at this time.

"I'm Jane Doe." She said, her tone was calm, her expression was indifferent, full of official tone, which made him know that she was from the haunted church, but he couldn't refuse, and couldn't refuse the picture of him. The smiling child could only stay where he was, gritting his teeth and listening to her.

"I'm not here to ask you for a favor, or to make a deal." The brunette was expressionless, "The truth is quite the opposite."

"This time, I'm here to clean up your mess. Mr. John Constantine the Exorcist."

The author has something to say: Kang Kang in this article is the face of Keanu Reeves + the character of the comics, and the knight in the drama version is more in line with the original character.Friends who haven't read it can read without hindrance. I will introduce the background and identity of this character in the author's words later.

And I strongly recommend you to read the original DC comic "Constantine 1: Original Sin". It's one of my favorite comics.