Killing Mary Sue [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

"Goodbye, sweetheart."

"Have a nice trip."

Sincerely bid farewell to the young exorcist from the church forever, John Constantine clutched his chest and abdomen that was still aching, probably because of the heavy fall, the pain did not get better over time After calming down, the pain became deeper and stronger, spreading to the bone marrow, tearing the whole soul apart.

Constantine watched the woman in black quietly—she was a good girl, and he knew it well.Even if she is not a particularly likable type, she can see a lot of her opposite side, kind, firm, silent and reliable, and does not yield to any will and strength other than her.If she survived, she would have made a great exorcist--better and far more reliable than he, or anyone he'd ever seen.

It's a pity that the ceremony is destined to require a sacrifice, and unfortunately, she is now the only living companion by his side.

Constantine coughed low to avoid Jane Doe's gaze, without any extra expression on his face.He's a hopeless jerk - he knows it, everybody knows it.He is selfish, perverse, and he does everything based on profit. Every friend who has joined hands with him will end up badly. He is the one who should go to hell—but so what?He is still alive and well now, a hundred times better than those dead souls with expressionless faces! ——She shouldn't have believed in herself, it was her fault, and she shouldn't have come to find herself.It is only fools who stand between lynching mobs and their prey, and only interests are permanent companions.

What's more, he can't die now - there are many old "friends" who want him to die, and he has to snatch Astra's soul back from the devil. Much more useful.So no matter how you look at it, he can take it for granted and make a choice without hesitation, and he has a clear conscience about it——

I hope she will be a little more friendly when she comes to visit me after becoming a ghost... Constantine thought silently in his heart.And, sooner or later, in the end he would go to hell anyway, and she didn't have to bother to curse herself, and in the end they would meet there again, and maybe they could sit down and talk peacefully at that time.

John Constantine turned his head. He didn't really want to see the scene when Jane was taken away by Azathoth. If possible, he even wanted to cover his ears so as not to listen to the tragic screams that would inevitably appear at the last moment .The pain started to intensify again, like a parasite wriggling in the intestines non-stop, piercing his spleen and stomach, gnawing at his heart, and sticky black blood rolled under the intact skin.

In order to cover up this feeling, Constantine even yawned tiredly.However, he waited and waited, those mysterious and powerful Cthulhu gods who never dragged their feet in the horror legends seemed to be pressed the pause button at this moment, and the dark and chaotic mass was just floating in the room. Right in the middle, he neither left nor took Jane away immediately.

Constantine put down his hand and turned his head in surprise, just in time to meet Jane's raised eyes.

Her face is like a painted blank mask, hiding an unspeakable horror from the void.

At the moment when the eyes met, it seemed that there was some invisible force that fixed him. Constantine stood still and stared at Jane without blinking, as if he wanted to look into her soul .

It can't be - how can it be -

But at this moment, the woman with long black hair and silver gray eyes spoke.

No resentment, no waves.It was like meeting him for the first time.

"Do you know why I'm called the 'Demon Sealer'?"

Because she was born with the talent of a magician, she can see things that ordinary people can't see, and she is better at subduing them than making deals with devils... Constantine answered the words silently in his heart, but in reality he was uncharacteristically He remained silent because he knew the answer was not so, so he was waiting for the other party's answer.

Jane slowly raised her hand, pointed to the chest, and opened her mouth slowly.

"Because here," she said, "it once housed an almost invincible demon."

Following her words, Constantine could clearly feel the hidden and invisible fluctuations in the air, stronger than the god of "Lord of All Things", and a more unpredictable existence slowly descending, the unstoppable tension is like a bulb Swelling, ominous premonition gathers above the head like a thunderstorm cloud - some kind of emotion is about to ignite, and something more terrifying is about to happen.

"It used to whisper in my ear every night, murmured those names over and over again, imprinted in my bones like a flame—"

That temptation made her tremble all over.There were countless moments where she almost couldn't help saying that word, or nodding her head lightly... The beauty of revenge would be like the rain in the desert to moisten her thirsty and smoldering throat, unparalleled satisfaction.

"—just like Maggie."

Once crossed that insurmountable boundary line and found the wildness that he seemed to have lost, he was imprisoned by the so-called love and kindness, and now he bent the iron bars of the prison and stretched out his primitive and bloody skeleton.Once you succumb to the darkness, it is no longer scary.After all, in hell, encountering demons is a common occurrence.Darkness is irresistible, it is a passion that must be released, a hunger that must be filled, and a venom that must be removed.

If she really surrendered to the devil in her heart that day, it is hard to imagine what she will look like now.Repaying all those who have insulted and offended her a hundredfold, and torturing those whom she obsessed with and judged as traitors the most terrible, she has become the irreversible "god" of this world, holding powerful and Terrifying power, beyond the rules, do whatever you want, decide life and death.

After standing at the top of the food chain, he no longer cares about the life and death of the ants under his feet.Maggie goes to church not to repent, but to quiet another soul in her body that is full of holes, because it is a bit difficult to digest, and she has long been used to the wonderful taste of controlling everything, and of course she will not allow any more than expected. existence outside.Including the residual consciousness of the Red-haired Maggie.including her.

It's just that she forgot a little.

Since she was able to come to this world and obtain such terrifying power, then the second outsider was allowed to have similar powers—it was just that one chose to stop in moderation, while the other allowed herself to fall into the endless quagmire of darkness.

"You know, how I beat it?" Jane asked.

Constantine stared at her without blinking, then shook his head slowly.

This is something he couldn't quite do.The most daring and most reproachable magic he has tried is to summon a more powerful demon to expel the one in front of him, but he knows that this is only a means to treat the symptoms, not the root cause, and he is destined to pay a heavy price.

Interestingly, it seems that this time, luck is not on the devil's side.

"No one can really cast out the devil," Jane said in unexpected words, "all I have done is seal him in the darkest, deepest place in my body, and in this moment of my life For the rest of my life, it will never have the chance to control me again."

This is the real "magic sealer" - not a magician born with special talent, a preacher who believes in God, but a martyr with a firm heart and an indomitable spirit.

After all, there are not many people who are extremely sick and extremely enlightened. The times are so heavy that we cannot be so easily enlightened.Therefore, there are fewer and fewer "scavengers", unable to withstand the long and cruel time, unable to withstand the indifference and changeability of people's hearts, the flame in the heart will be extinguished, and the embers will curl up into ashes, and finally submerged in the quicksand that comes with the wind middle.

Constantine's eyes moved to the top of her head following her words.There, the gray smoke slowly gathered, gradually forming twisted and howling human figures one after another, countless, getting bigger and bigger, gradually spreading, flooding the entire room, and even swallowing Asato in one gulp Si!

Constantine gasped.The distant screams that seem to come from different spaces are enough to penetrate the eardrums. The pain, despair, and unwillingness make people tremble involuntarily. Fear climbs up the spine like a snake, piercing through the ears. Flesh and flesh crack the soul.

He has never seen such a terrifying existence!What the hell is this? !What terrible monster did she summon? !

Constantine wouldn't know, he couldn't possibly know - the most powerful being who could defeat Cthulhu, of course it wouldn't be the existing creation in this world.In fact, it is not a product of any world: because it is the remnants of countless innocent people who were killed by the existence of Marysu, and after thousands of years, it gradually gathers into a world that can penetrate all dimensions. Barriers, higher levels, higher levels of existence——

This is not the power of Jane Doe, it is a power far beyond any individual, any world.This is the terrible devil sealed in the heart of every scavenger, reminding them all the time what is the meaning of their appearance.

After driving Azathoth away, the horrifying smoke gradually dissipated, and the room returned to silence.Outside the house, the night gradually dissipated the darkness, and the dawn gradually came.A new day has arrived again.

But both of them knew that this was not the end, far from it—if Maggie was driven away, countless devils would take advantage of the opportunity to enter, not to mention the "old friend" below who had been eyeing Constantine—this A war of faith has only just begun.

A long time ago, Constantine always believed that this was a contest between God and Satan, and human beings were just cannon fodder for innocent sacrifices.Only later did he know that it did not disappear with the times like the thick fog and the stone road under the gas lamp in the late Victorian period, it has always existed.And the real horror is never the monster in the fairy tale, or the pale thing with a stupid name that appears in the dark.The real horror comes from people, and only people.Humans are the scariest thing in the entire world.

Constantine took a deep breath, his heart filled with unbelievable horror, and some extremely subtle, unspeakable strange emotions.He witnessed the events that happened to Jane that even the word miracle cannot fully describe. He witnessed a human being using his own flesh and blood to seal an extremely terrifying devil, and saved him from teetering on the edge of hell The soul of the soul - only the belief that "only God exists" is far from enough to do this step, after all, he does not believe that she has actually seen God - so what does she believe in?

In the past, he would never take the initiative to ask such stupid and unreachable questions, especially for a priest.But it was probably because the events he had seen today were so strange that he could not understand them. After thinking for a while, Constantine finally expressed his doubts.

He believed that Jane Doe would tell him the answer truthfully-people who are not afraid of the truth are often not good at lying.

And her answer was always beyond his expectation.

"—me." Jane replied.

My true belief is neither God nor Satan, nor the victory or defeat of justice and evil, but myself.My existence, my meaning, and the decisions I make.

Although other scavengers have thousands of advantages that she can't match, there is only one thing that others can't match: she never doubts herself.

This is exactly the opposite of Constantine.And this is why Jane can't forgive him emotionally, but understands him intellectually.

John Constantine is full of self-loathing, and what's more interesting is that he knows himself better than anyone else.This is also the most different place between him and superheroes-superheroes often have their own righteous responsibilities, and while possessing powerful abilities, they will also bear the heavy burden from this ability.And this kind of struggle between ability and responsibility is the wonderful part of all stories, and it is one of the reasons why they are admired and loved by people.These superheroes staggering forward in the dark mud, these people who cry, laugh, love and hurt, are the real dilemmas that our own souls encounter in life.

As for Constantine, there was not a moment when he was not tortured by his own bad behavior and bad character.He spurned the light and hypocrisy of heaven, and hated the chaos and evil of hell.He is addicted to tobacco and alcohol, cynical, doing assholes, and never hides his selfish appearance.He is an extremely complicated person, always put on a cynical face, looks like he doesn't care about everything, but often tosses and turns because of what he does.Under the appearance of the prodigal son hides an extremely fragile heart.

The cruel past made Constantine's once fiery kind heart disguised, buried under the body full of mud, and never opened to others again.However, deep down in his heart, he is very clear that no matter how he escapes, how he expresses his dissatisfaction, and plays around with angels and demons, he cannot change his destiny in the end—a person like him is destined not to have a happy ending A lifetime of loneliness, wandering around.

Constantine thinks that Jane is too rigid and boring, and he has a firm belief that he is willing to give everything for it. He thinks this kind of idea is a bit ridiculous, but there is never a moment in his heart that he envies and even wants to be such a person.Because such a person can often become the most reliable companion, can give up his life without hesitation, and firmly believes that she will succeed in the end-unlike myself, who can trust him all the way to the present?Probably the devil would not be willing either.

John Constantine would not try to get Jane Doe's forgiveness. He felt that he had to bear the consequences of making a choice.Jane is also very clear about this: it is only natural for the scum to be so blatant, and he is the first one in history who can make people so unable to extricate themselves.

Jane couldn't help shaking her head, and chuckled inexplicably.

"Walking with you is a thrilling and exciting adventure, Mr. Constantine." Jane opened the curtains, allowing the morning light to pour in unobstructed, covering the two of them.She turned around in front of the window, her face was blurred against the light.

"But this kind of life-threatening adventure...I think once in a lifetime is enough."

John Constantine was indeed a strangely charming fellow, but if it were her choice whether to be his companion or not, she thought she would have no hesitation in keeping him at arm's length.

"Now that my mission has been completed, it's time to say goodbye." Jane nodded at him, "The next thing is your mission, Mr. Constantine."

"Nice to meet you. There will be no future."

The blond-haired exorcist watched Jane Doe's figure drift away, his expression was a little strange, as if the existence of this woman told him with iron facts: demons are not invincible, no matter how they see The seen, or the unseen.In this cruel war without gunpowder, believe in yourself, you will never lose.

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Maggie opened her eyes, and found that she was in the endless void of darkness, and there was a person standing in front of her, a figure she was all too familiar with.

"It's you..." She opened her eyes wide in surprise, "Why are you here?!"

Then she recalled everything before she lost consciousness, her eyes widened in horror and anger, "Who the hell are you? You're not an exorcist! Why do you do this?!"

"'Why?', 'What qualifications do you have?', 'Who are you'...it's just these questions over and over again." Jane shook her head, and then asked her sharply, "Then what does it have to do with you if the deceased cheated?" ? Just because you were cheated on once, now you are qualified to judge whether he is right or wrong, what kind of lesson should you get, should you live or die?"

"And who are you?" Jane asked, "a self-proclaimed messenger of justice from hell?—if infidelity is inexcusable, is massacre inexcusable?"

"Who gave you the power to judge the life and death of others - just because you have such power, just because you can, as long as you want, you should decide the fate of others?"

"Man's evil is even better than the devil. At least they are born like this, rebelling against the superior, longing for absolute freedom. And what about you? What do you do after you get the power?"

"In this world, who is the devil?"

Maggie turned her head away in disdain, "Winner and loser, what can I say? I think you are also a time traveler? —— But it's just that the host is stronger than me because of luck. Not necessarily...why, are you going to kill me?" She suddenly lowered her voice, her eyes were as gloomy as a dry well, and a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, "—Like that damned scum who betrayed me?"

She seems to have forgotten that her ex-boyfriend didn't kill her himself - she died in a car accident in the rain, and she blamed everything on his cheating.But these are not important anymore, her attitude is already obvious.But this time is different from the previous times: she really murdered several people with her own hands, consciously, actively, and without any remorse.

Once the inner demon is released, it is very difficult to completely shut it back.

Jane shook her head.

"No," she answered, "I will not kill you—I will drive you out."

"Unlike your predecessors, this time, you'll be going where you should have been long ago."

Maggie seemed to have guessed something, her complexion was stern for an instant, she clenched her teeth, and a cold sarcasm overflowed between her lips and teeth.

"Even if I leave, they won't be safe... Heh, human beings are just a large slaughterhouse, and there will always be countless shadows of demons, just like goshawks smelling rotten flesh—you think you can save them Everyone?! I tell you, it's impossible!"

She laughed out loud, gleefully, "You can't kill us—you'll never beat me—"

Jane quietly watched the assimilated woman.

"At least, they belong to this world. And you, once you see what the so-called hell really looks like... Believe me, you will prefer to be born as a human being."

Maggie squinted her eyes and looked at her, slowly frowning, with an ominous premonition, "You, what did you—"

Jane gave her a meaningful smile.

"Because... I've been there."

It's not exactly a pleasing tourist destination.

After finishing speaking, she put her fingers together, gave a naval salute to Maggie, and blinked.

"Say hello to Satan for me."

Jane smiled slightly.

"Goodbye then, sweetheart."

"Have a nice trip."

The author has something to say: The plot has been adjusted. Considering that the X-Men was written in the previous article, the Devil, so I will no longer write about this world.

Do you have a world that you particularly want to see [the key is that the author has also seen it]?Suggestions are welcome.

And is there a Marysu type that you want to complain about? ——Attention is the type!Don't name names, I won't take the blame for invoking the war! !If I also think there is a problem with Lei Sanguan, I will accept it and bow to everyone~