Constantine slipped into the cultists' lair unnoticed. The room was dimly lit and filled with the stench of incense and sacrifice. In the center of the room stood a pentagram, its edges glowing with an eerie red light.
The cultists were gathered around the pentagram, their faces contorted in concentration. They were chanting in a language that Constantine didn't understand, but he could feel the power behind their words.
Constantine knew he had to act fast. He raised his hand and muttered an incantation. A circle of fire sprang up around the cultists, trapping them in a ring of flames.
The cultists screamed in terror as the fire licked at their skin. Constantine stepped forward, his eyes blazing with anger.
"You fools," he snarled, "you have no idea what you're unleashing."
The cultists ignored him, their eyes fixed on the pentagram. Suddenly, the pentagram exploded in a shower of light, and a doorway to hell opened up in the center of the room.
From the doorway, a monstrous creature emerged. It was a demon, a creature of pure evil, with razor-sharp claws and glowing red eyes.
The demon let out a deafening roar, and the cultists fell to their knees in worship. Constantine stood his ground, his hand outstretched towards the demon.