Lucifer

The moment Constantine saw Zane's smile, he knew he had made the right bet. Finally, he could break free from the shackles of hell.

In truth, Constantine wasn't particularly interested in going to heaven; it was just that he was terrified of hell. He had died for two minutes once, and those two minutes in hell felt longer than two lifetimes. Hell was filled with magma and flames, with countless hellish soldiers tormenting human souls, their cries echoing through the sky.

So, he reluctantly took on the path of an exorcist, all to cleanse himself of the sin of suicide and to escape hell. Constantine was never one to follow rules; on the contrary, he despised the lofty attitudes of both God and Satan, as well as their plethora of rules that seemed capable of crushing anyone.

John Constantine never had any bullshit faith; he just wanted to live a good life!

That's why he found Zane, to help him break free from the rules set by God and Satan.

"I admire you, John Constantine, because you and I are the same kind of person."

Hearing Zane's words, the Little Bone beside them immediately turned her head away, afraid that Zane would notice the disdain on her face.

"Get up. I'm not into that Jehovah stuff here."

After receiving Zane's command, Constantine stood up. He was a smart man who knew his place, and from this moment on, he was Zane's subordinate.

"Let's go. This isn't the place for you to become my follower." Zane didn't want to kill Constantine in his own home; that would be too messy.

With that, Zane grabbed Constantine's shoulder. Constantine saw this familiar scene and felt his mouth twitching.

"Just wai..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Zane teleported him using Flash to the deserted plain where he had vacationed with Lorna before.

Seeing Constantine bent over, coughing violently and occasionally retching, Zane said with a hint of disdain:

"This won't do, you're still like this after the second time!"

Constantine cursed inwardly, but since he had already pledged himself to Zane, he could only swallow his grievances.

When Constantine finally recovered, Zane solemnly said, "Are you ready?"

Constantine wiped the corner of his mouth and nodded. Although he didn't know what Zane was going to do to him, he knew he had no other choice at the moment. Even if Zane wanted to kill him, he would accept it.

Seeing Constantine's determined expression, Zane smiled faintly and took out a magnificent sword from the King's Treasury.

Then, right in front of Constantine, he pointed the tip of the sword at his chest, right where his heart was.

{Author: Eternal Creation First}

{TN: What the view maintains is that the universe, considered as a whole, exists at no time, but is dependent on the eternal will of God. Events occur in time as a consequence of the exercise of the powers of created things. ]

-Source --> 13 Eternal Creation - Oxford Academic}

Constantine forcibly suppressed his body's instincts and didn't dodge Zane's sword, allowing Zane to control his life.

Seeing Constantine's performance, Zane's eyes flashed with admiration.

The next moment, the sword pierced through Constantine's heart, piercing through his entire chest...

In that instant, time seemed to stand still. No, it didn't seem so; time truly stopped.

The sand grains blown into the air on the plain froze in midair, and the blood dripping from the sword that pierced Constantine's heart also stopped.

At that moment, the entire plain seemed like a huge frozen painting, with only Zane, wearing an excited smile, and the dying Constantine, still able to move. And what excited Zane was that Satan had arrived...

Zane looked up into the sky, and at some point, a figure had already begun descending slowly from above.

It was Satan, clad in a white suit, barefoot, with a black, mud-like substance constantly flowing from his feet, corroding the ground and creating eerie, sizzling sounds.

"This guy hasn't washed his feet in God knows how many years." For some reason, in such a tense moment, Zane's mind suddenly came up with this strange thought.

Satan immediately noticed the dying Constantine, a "fond" smile appearing on his face, like a child finally seeing the toy he had longed for.

But the next moment, he noticed Zane, who was staring at him underground with a determined look. As Satan sensed the power of belief in Zane's soul, the sinister smile vanished from his face, and his attention shifted entirely from Constantine to Zane.

"Haven't awakened your divine power yet? How could the old woman, the Ancient One, allow such an existence in the mortal realm again!" Satan thought to himself.

Zane looked at Satan, who appeared just like an ordinary person, or more accurately, like a projection or an avatar. There was no fluctuation of power in his body. If it weren't for him slowly descending in the air, anyone seeing him would probably just think he was a middle-aged man with a weird appearance.

But his eyes were like bottomless abysses, giving people a feeling of their souls plunging into darkness. The moment Zane saw his eyes, he felt negative emotions surging in his heart, until Zane used the power of belief to shield his soul, and the constantly growing negative emotions disappeared like weeds.

"Should I call you Satan or Lucifer?" Zane looked at Satan calmly.

"Either is fine, just a name. By the way, future god, what do you call yourself?" Satan looked at Zane, a weird smile appearing on his face.

"Zane!" Facing the powerful Satan, Zane still maintained a respectful attitude, even though they were destined to become opponents.

"So, Zane, would you like to come to hell for development? Great benefits, social security, and even more vacation days. I'll let you be my right-hand man, how about it!"

Zane was confused. This Satan seemed different from what he had imagined. It seemed a bit too modern, and what's with this quirky style?

"By the way, Lucifer, you are... so down-to-earth!" Zane couldn't think of a better word after thinking for a long time.

"Of course, as the world progresses, hell must also keep up with the times. I'm not like that old Jehovah, who only knows how to stick to old rules." Satan chatted with Zane like a neighbor. The atmosphere of opposition between the two disappeared in an instant.

"Thanks for your kind offer, Lucifer, but I don't want to be subordinate to others." Zane shook his head decisively, refusing Satan's recruitment.

"Well, that's a pity. When you awaken your divine power, remember to come to hell and play with me."

Zane's refusal was also within Satan's expectations, but he still felt somewhat regretful. After all, in the vast universe, there might only be three beings with the potential to become gods: himself, Jehovah, and the just-discovered Zane.

Over the years, Satan had traveled to many places and had never seen any other beings capable of becoming gods through the power of belief. Those so-called "divinities" were just advanced aliens with powerful technology.

If he could recruit Zane under his command, when Zane became a god, it would probably only be a matter of time before he could overthrow that old Jehovah. 

"Huh, Lucifer, when did you become so easygoing? I've rejected you, and yet you react like this. You don't have the domineering aura of the Lord of Hell at all." Zane teased.

"Ah, what's good about being the Lord of Hell? Haven't had a vacation in hundreds of years. I was hoping to lure you over to help me with some administrative work."

"Zane, you've also realized that I'm just a projection now, right?"

"Yeah." Zane nodded.

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