Mephisto

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In a room of a five star hotel, a blonde haired man laid on an exquisitely made bed unconsciously. His body was bandaged and a bit bloody.

" Bollocks!" Waking up with a slight migraine he cursed in his British accent as he lifted himself off his bed. " What in the name of God happened." He groaned as he slowly sat at the edge of the bed, trying to recover his memories.

" You're finally awake Mr. Constantine? You've been unconscious for a while." A chuckle sounded out from behind him, before he saw a youth in a bathrobe walking out from the bathroom while rubbing his wet hair with a towel.

" It's you ." Constantine's eyes widened in fear as he gulped involuntarily. Beads of sweat covered his forehead as he tired to maintain a brave front.

" I must say this hotel has extremely good room service." Damien materialized a slice of cake and a glass of wine as he began to eat with a pleased expression.

" You can manipulate reality?" Constantine furrowed his brows as he scrutinized Damien's every action. " No, not yet at least. Its space time manipulation."Damien replied with a smile.

" What do you want from me? Why am I here?" Constantine looked wary . " Don't be scared John. I won't harm you, on the contrary, I need you. " Damien took a small sip from the wine and smiled.

" What the hell do you need me for? You blasted a demon of the first order into a bloody fog with a single punch. What could I possible offer you?" Constantine furrowed his brows. He couldn't help but remember the scene of Damien smashing Legion into smithereens with a single punch. It was scary as hell.

" I want you to help me find the Morningstar." Damien spoke in one breath. "The Morningstar? You mean Lucifer?" Constantine was about to put on his coat when he stopped abruptly and turned to Damien.

" Well, you can pray to him. He'd show up." Constantine rolled his eyes. "I'd rather not." Damien said. " Well, you can find him in New York. His bar/ strip club is the biggest and most famous. " Constantine put on his coat and took a cigarette after which he began to smoke.

" I want you to take me there John." Damien said with a chilling smile. He had his own reasons for asking Constantine to take him to Lucifer. First off he wanted to know which Lucifer was here. The dark haired one or the blonde haired one.

" I don't think he'll be happy to ~~~" Constantine was about to refuse when a small wind carrying destructive energy burst out of Damien's body. " Fine fine. I'll take you to him." Constantine sighed.

" Thanks John. In exchange, I'll get rid of the intense demonic aura bound to your soul. If my guess is right, then you should have signed a contract with that ball of slime and tentacles. " Damien rubbed his palms.

" You mean you can get rid of the contract? And free me from his clutches!" Constantine jumped in shock. The only person he knew who could do that was Lucifer.

" Of course I can. In fact I can kill by Mephistopheles myself. But I won't. That's Lucifer's problem. Interfering in the matters of hell is a good way to get on his bad side and trust me, even I don't want to be on his bad side . At least not yet." Damien snapped his fingers, and he was covered in a sliver long necked jacket with long silver pants and shoes. With a slight movement, his glasses appeared and he put them on swiftly.

" Can I begin now?" Damien smiled at Constantine who was stuck in contemplation.

" Sigh. I'll take my chances." He readied himself and let out a breath.

Damien smiled and began to perform a hand seal. Soon strings of sliver light began to materialized on his fingers after which he slowly poked Constantine's chest.

" Arrgghh!!!" He let out a loud cry as he felt as if Damien's finger was melting his chest.

" Sigh. I can stop if you want." Damien slowed down a bit. " No don't. I can endure !!!" John groaned in pain as he steeled his resolve.

" Fine then." With another hand seal, Damien poked his chest once more and closed his eyes. " How disgusting." Damien peered into Constantine's soul and a projection of his body appeared in his soul realm.

" Okay let's settle this." Damien chuckled and raised his right hand. Soon, dozens of chains made from mental energy materialized and seized a demonic cloud hidden deep within Constantine's soul.

Damien grabbed unto one of the chains and pulled on it in one swift motion. Instantly, the demonic cloud was pulled out, and began to morph into a ghost like figure which shot towards Damien at fast speeds.

" Oh no you don't ." Letting out a chuckle, he lifted his finger. With a spark of light, a green orb of energy materialized above his finger. Looking closely at the energy orb, one could see particles of dust which looked like they emanate from the sands of time itself.

The ghost like figure was meters away from Damien when the green orb exploded, sending a burst of temporal energy which ripples across reality. The figure was ripped apart by time itself, before Constantine's soul began to purify itself.

" And we're done ." Damien smiled and pocketed his hands. " You really did it." Constantine was in a bit of a daze. His dream had finally come true, yet he felt an emptiness and weakness overcome him.

" My power.. it's gone.. isn't it." He slowly sighed as he reclined to the edge of the bed.

" Well it should be. Your contract with Mephisto granted you magical abilities in exchange for your soul. " Damien spoke.

" Sigh take this." Damien tossed a book to Constantine. " It's the diary of King Solomon . The first user of eldritch and dimensional magic. I've been studying it for some time now. It's not really of much help to me though it's helped me in understanding a bit of space manipulation. But it should be of greater help to you. In fact, with this, you might even become the greatest mage in the universe." Damien spoke nonchalantly.

" Why are you helping me?" John sighed and looked at Damien. " Who knows ?" He shrugged and sat.

Their peace was cut short when they were both transported to a place Constantine would never forget.

" John Constantine!!! How dare you break the contract!!! " Damien looked around and frowned. Someone had managed to teleport him without his notice.

He looked around at the fiery landscape as he saw volcanoes and demons all around him. At the center of the realm he saw a large throne and on it, he saw a demonic looking man with red skin snarling at them.

" Oi oi, Mephistopheles. You look good. " Damien laughed. " Why don't you revert to your slimy appearance huh. You just love to imitate the Morningstar." Damien laughed as he looked at Mephisto who had an ugly expression.

" Die vermin!!!!!! " Mephisto let out a roar that shook the realm, before he raised both hands up, gathering a large mass of dark energy. " Boom"! The energy, like flames shot towards Damien, evaporating everything in his path.

" You might wanna stand back." Damien took a step forward and got into a stance.

" Killer move: Serious series: Serious punch 1" "Boooommmm!!

Mumbling to himself, he let out a punch which shook the entirety of hell.

A/N : More power stones for more chapters.✌🏿✌🏿