Diana drew the Vulcan sword, its blade gleaming with a divine aura, and the eyes of Mictrant Kutley, the god of death, dimmed, losing breath.
Without the support of Vulcan's sword, his body collapsed to the ground.
"He's dead?" Diana muttered, As she felt dissatisfaction. It was far from the satisfying victory she had hoped for.
Dane stepped closer to the fallen god, inspecting the lifeless body before shaking his head.
"he is dead," he said, "but his soul is here."
Mictrant Kutley soul of god—but divine essence was not destroyed.
"Even the Vulcan sword can't annihilate his soul completely," Dane continued, "He's hidden it somewhere."
"Where?" Diana frowned, scanning the surroundings in frustration. She felt blind, unable to sense the spirit's whereabouts.
"Here."
Dane raised his hand, gripping his wizard's scepter. The white crystal at its tip glowed faintly as he brought it near the corpse of the death god, pulsating with an almost imperceptible energy.
As a modern-day Shazam, Dane could understand the messages conveyed by his scepter.
He turned his attention to the obsidian spear lying discarded nearby, untouched and seemingly insignificant. The scepter's crystal brightened suddenly, confirming his suspicion.
"Found you!"
The spirit of the god of death had taken refuge within spear. But it was not as hidden as it thought.
Sensing the danger, the spear cracked slightly, and a wisp of black smoke began to seep out, writhing as if preparing to escape.
But There was no way dane would let it slip away.
Dane aimed the scepter at the spear, it unleashed a dazzling white light that engulfed the spear.
When he had been alive, Mictrant Kutley might have resisted, but in his disembodied state, the Divine Soul was no match for the shazam's might.
The power of the Death God, along with his godhead, was erased, leaving no trace of Mictrant Kutley's existence. The god of death was annihilated so thoroughly that not even a scream escaped.
Dane withdrew the scepter, its crystal now faintly tinged with swirling black gas—the essence of death's power.
"You took his power?" Diana asked, her sharp eyes not missing the subtle transformation.
Dane nodded. "The power of death is rare and might prove useful someday." He spoke plainly, without a hint of hesitation.
Diana fell silent, contemplating his words. She recalled Dane's earlier discussions about the Kryptonians. Old Gods, she realized, could indeed act as a countermeasure against such beings.
Kryptonians were nearly invincible—possessing immense strength, unyielding durability, and unmatched speed. Each of these abilities was dangerous on its own, but together, they made Kryptonians nearly unstoppable.
Even with Wonder Woman's Vulcan Sword, defeating them outright was a monumental task. Strength and speed combined could easily overwhelm even the greatest warrior.
"What do you plan to achieve with it?" Diana asked, her curiosity.
Dane paused, a thought flashing through his mind—an old memory of Zod's bayonet from Man of Steel and The Flash, the weapon that had once nearly claimed superman life.
A sly grin crossed his face as he replied, "I'm going to create a very despicable weapon."
Before Diana could respond, Dane slammed the ground with his scepter. Its shattered the altar, revealing a void beneath—a dark, endless realm that seemed to pulse with an ominous energy.
"Time to go."
Dane took Diana's hand two disappeared. With the Death God vanquished, the sanctuary of the last Aztec deity crumbled, fading into obscurity along with its once-great master.
Thus, the tale of how Dane and Diana overcame the ancient Aztec Death God came to an end—one chapter closed, while new mysteries awaited on the horizon.
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Constantine and Batman had tracked down one of Beroul's contenders—or, more accurately, the demon had found them first.
The encounter was anything but pleasant.
On the outskirts of the city, Constantine and Batman were running for their lives, pursued by a pack of emaciated hellhounds cloaked in malevolent flames.
"I mean, why don't you just use that damn missile now?" Constantine gasped, struggling to keep up.
Batman gave him a side-eye. "You play your best card first?"
"Exactly! It's called a surprise win!" Constantine shot back, rolling his eyes but understanding the strategy. Unfortunately, his stamina was nowhere near Batman's. He was already gasping for breath.
"We're all going to die!" he wheezed.
"No, we're not," Batman replied calmly, glancing upward. "At least, not today."
Constantine followed his gaze, relief washing over his face as the Bat-plane descended from the clouds, cannons, tearing through the pack of hellhounds. But the victory was short-lived—the ammunition reserves had already been drained during their earlier battle with Beroul.
As the last few hellhounds closed in, the Batplane canons fell silent.
"Damn it! Do you have any other tricks up your sleeve?" Constantine demanded.
Batman remained calm, his composure that it gave Constantine a moment to take a deep drag from his cigarette.
Then, just as the batplane hovered above, its rear cabin opened. A massive black shadow dropped from its hold, landing with a thunderous boom. The impact crushed advancing hellhounds beneath its weight.
Constantine's eyes widened. "Is that a... car?"
It wasn't just any car. It was the Batmobile—a heavy, armored beast that radiated menace.
Batman strode forward as the vehicle's doors swung open in a welcoming gesture. Constantine scrambled after him, muttering under his breath.
"I think I've finally figured out why you, a regular guy, keep running with gods." He gestured at the Batmobile. "Your superpower is being filthy rich!"
Batman paused before replying, his voice deadpan. "I'm very rich."
Constantine flipped him the middle finger before climbing into the passenger seat.
With a roar, the Batmobile's engine came to life. Batman pressed the accelerator, and the vehicle surged forward, its armored frame smashing into the hellhounds.
The tires crushed bone and sinew under their weight, and Constantine grin despite the carnage. "I love this car!"
Batman remained stoic. "It's not for sale."
Once the pack of hellhounds was obliterated, a new figure appeared in their path.
It wasn't human. The creature had four glowing red eyes, massive wings folded against its back. he was no ordinary demon.
Batman acted, activating the Batmobile's weapon system. The mounted cannon fired a direct shot, sending a blast straight at the demon.
When the smoke cleared, the demon stood unharmed.
"This one's far stronger than the hellhounds," Constantine muttered, his voice tight with concern. "You'll need magic to hurt it."
Batman maneuvered the Batmobile into position. "So, what are you waiting for?"
Constantine gritted his teeth, reluctant to expend so much energy, but he had no choice. He began reciting a string of arcane incantations.
The demon lunged, aiming to Batmobile, but before it could reach them, a massive flaming angel materialized from Constantine's spell.
The angel unsheathed a radiant sword and swung it down at the demon.
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