Chapter 1503 C: Twilight Major Event (Nine)_1

Red Robin stared intently at the monitor screen.

He saw Bruce accepting a sharp dagger, condensed from fresh blood, from Cain's hand. He slowly walked up to Master Andrew and half-kneeled in front of him.

He extended his arms to embrace the upper body of Master Andrew. He whispered something in his ear, then, without hesitation, he plunged the sharp dagger into his heart.

The sharp long dagger pierced through his chest, and blood gushed out like a fountain. The spark of life in Master Andrew's eyes gradually faded, and the bit of doubt remaining in Cain's heart also disappeared.

Red Robin stared at the monitor, speechless, while Lilith, with a tone of schadenfreude, said in his ear: "Even though, to me, this surely seems like a good way to win over Cain, I am, after all, a demon, and your righteous little heart is pounding with joy, isn't it?"

"Shut up." Red Robin's tone was surprisingly cold. He sat in front of the screen, stunned for a few minutes, then stood up and said, "You foolish woman, you simply don't understand the implications of Batman killing."

"He deceived us," Red Robin took a deep breath and said, "He is not weak or gentle. Behind his mask is hidden malevolence and madness."

"Is killing inherently evil?" Lilith asked.

"I don't care about the killing; it's the deception that bothers me," Red Robin said, his expression dark, "He never showed this side to me but did it to Cain... Cain must die!"

Lilith fell silent again. As Red Robin quickly went upstairs, Lilith tentatively asked, "Although Oedipal and Electra complexes are inevitable for the human race, don't you think you're a bit extreme?"

Apparently, Lilith had caught a glimpse into the tumultuous thoughts of Red Robin, and it could be broadly summarized as Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman and more Batman.

"He can kill, but he cannot kill for Cain. Because he never did that for us. It's a shameful betrayal." Red Robin pulled out the dagger from his waist and strode towards the door.

"It wasn't him who tamed us; it was us who tamed him. Because of our existence, there were things he couldn't do and because of our existence, he had several times wanted to do things he couldn't. It was supposed to be our glory alone."

"But the Robin of this world lost that glory, Cain alone got it, I must kill Cain... for the me of this world."

Red Robin's voice, filled with murderous intent, echoed in the empty hall, until his figure disappeared from the front door. By the railing of the third-floor patio, one out of the two figures covered her mouth tightly, her eyes filled with fear.

"What have you done?!" Red Hood looked at Shiller with agonized eyes and said, "You taught Batman to kill and used it to throw Tim into a vortex of vengeance! What on earth are you trying to do?"

Still immaculately dressed in a suit, Shiller held the patio railing lightly with one hand and calmly said, "I told you, I want to reclaim the Lamb's blood from Cain."

"Why didn't you..."

"Like Cain, follow the clues wherever they lead, creating more trouble for oneself? Jason, I heard from the Professor Shiller you know that you seem to be good at that."

Red Hood's hairs suddenly stood on end. He quickly backed up a few steps, gripping the railing tight and said, "I just, I just wanted to be more efficient."

"Do you think Cain improved efficiency?"

"Isn't he close to success?" Red Hood took a deep breath, straining to analyze, "He took down Westminster Abbey, killed Andrew, got Bruce."

Shiller let out a faint smile and said, "Do you really think he was able to get Batman?"

"But but Batman killed for him!"

"That's because Batman already kills."

"How could Batman..." Red Hood looked at Shiller, disbelieving. In the end, he could not help himself and took two steps forward towards Shiller and asked, leaning in to look into his eyes, "Does Batman in this world kill?"

Shiller nodded and said, "And the first person he killed was me."

Red Hood swallowed hard. He turned his gaze towards the residual bloodstains of Master Andrew below the patio and couldn't help asking, "Even if Batman kills, if it wasn't for Cain's manipulation, why would he kill Master Andrew?"

"Did he really kill Master Andrew?"

"Of course, haven't we just seen it on the monitor? A stab through the heart, there's absolutely no chance he faked his death."

"That is in the ordinary world." Shiller lightly tapped the railing with his finger and said, "After reading so much of the magic realm's history, do you still think death is the end in the magic realm?"

Red Hood frowned, thought carefully for a moment, and then shook his head and said, "No, for the physical body, death is indeed the end, and the body of a mage would quickly decay, but the souls of mages aren't free after their death, they fall into the hands of their creditors and suffer torment."

Red Hood suddenly widened his eyes. Shiller looked at him with gentle eyes and said, "And not long ago, the demons collectively reneged on their contracts. The one contracted with Andrew also tore up their agreement, in other words, Andrew is free."

"If he signs a contract with another Demon King at this time, his soul would naturally belong to that Demon King after death."

Red Hood was still a bit confused, so Shiller sighed and explained: "The few words Batman whispered into Andrew's ear before stabbing him were the contract. He had reached a contract with Andrew before his death. After Andrew's death, his soul will belong to Batman."

Red Hood's mouth fell open in surprise. Shiller displayed a reminiscent expression, saying, "When I was signing the contract with Constantine, Batman happened to walk in. He is indeed a quick learner."

"But, but..." stumbled Red Hood. The information loaded in Shiller's speech was too much for him to process at once and he didn't know which question to ask first.

After a lengthy process of gathering his thoughts, Red Hood couldn't help but ask, "Bruce is a human, how can a human sign a contract with another human?"

"That depends on what he has learned from Arrogant. I guess he either owns the title of the Demon King himself, or he controls a Demon King who becomes compliant to him. Therefore, this Demon King would have hastily reached an agreement with him right before Andrew's death, and naturally, the soul would belong to Batman."

It took Red Hood two minutes to digest the fact. Well, if Batman could commit murder, what was so impossible about him owning a demon king?

"Wait a second." Red Hood then remembered the original question he wanted to ask. He turned his head to Shiller and asked, "You signed a contract with Constantine? You also have a demon king?"

Before Shiller could answer, Red Hood spouted, "Even if you have a Demon King, Constantine doesn't lister to demons. He even deceives angels and demons simultaneously. How could you trick him into signing the contract?"

Shiller glanced up, displaying a reminiscent expression, he turned to Red Hood and said, "One day, Constantine asked me if my personality contained the trait of 'lust'. I wanted to discuss some professional academic issues with him, he asked me if we could talk about something other than psychology."

"I told him that I was more interested in his mental state. He suggested to me to take a look inside his heart, so I did."

"When I opened his chest and held his heart in my hand, he screamed miserably. It isn't appropriate to kill someone in Arrogant's office, so I asked him to teach me a contract rune, and I carved this rune on his heart," said Shiller, shaking his head slightly.

Ignoring Red Hood's petrified expression, Shiller said regretfully, "He knows that without giving up the body with the rune carved on the heart, he can't ever be freed. So, he lured Cain, pretended to be the victim, and found a reasonable excuse to discard his own body. He also tried to use my rage to kill Cain."

"But he forgot that with my expertise in psychology, how could I not see his longing for freedom? I threw him into hell. I know that whether it's Azazel or any other Demon King, they would simply be losers under Constantine. They cannot stop him."

"Aren't you afraid he will run away from there?" asked Red Hood with skepticism.

"His purpose of letting Cain kill him was to regain freedom. He has the power to escape from hell, but he dares not to do so. He has to stay in hell, regardless of tortures he has to go through."

Shiller glanced up, looking at the dawn light appearing gradually on the horizon through the mansion window. He sighed lightly and said, "I didn't say 'I will take revenge for him'. I always said 'I will retrieve his blood'."

"That heart and the blood inside it belong to me. It reminds Constantine that as long as I retrieve what belongs to me, I don't have to look for anything else, including his soul".

"This means that if he doesn't wait for me in hell, where I left him, I won't go looking for him. He will then be completely abandoned by the only saviour who saved him for many years, the one whom he has been willing to believe in."

"Moreover, I left behind the soul of his brother, Thomas. If Constantine is abandoned, and his brother is left behind, it proves that the chosen one will always be his brother, not him."

"He would once again become that pitiful little Constantine who didn't receive any hope from the moment he was in his mother's womb, not even given a decent name. Constantine will not tolerate it if this happens again."

Although Shiller maintained a smile on his face, Red Hood seemed to move further and further away. Finally, Shiller said, "So, no matter how much torture he experiences in hell, but he will never leave."

"And there is no suffering in the world greater than the one Constantine inflicts on himself."

Huge wings flitted over the pain abyss filled with burning hellfire. When the pale hand reached out, countless anguished and screaming soul remnants desperately reached out to the sky, seeking redemption.

But no angel had arrived, so no soul was truly saved. That pale hand only grabbed a particular soul who was lying in the center of the flame, allowing the flame to burn its body without showing any response.

Constantine was thrown heavily to the ground. Azazel retracted his wings. Constantine spread his arms and lay flat, looking up at Azazel and said, "Is that all you get?"

"Constantine, you are crazy."

Azazel took a deep breath, looking at Constantine's soul scarred from the days of torture. He raised his hand, a pure ray of energy restoring Constantine's body.

"Should I thank you for your kindness?" Constantine sneered, then tried to get up. After struggling for a while, he fell back to the ground, turned his eyes away, and asked, "Got a smoke, your Majesty?"

"You're one lucky madman," Azazel coldly stared at Constantine and said, "the reception is over."

Constantine clenched his fists, his gaze fixated on Azazel, as if he was eager to hear a particular name from Azazel's mouth. Yet, Azazel sneered and said,

"Lord Lucifer heard your pain and asked me to let you go."

Constantine loosened his fists.

"Let him scram."