"John Constantine..."
Cain's English was incredibly peculiar; each word emanated a strange pulse, as if his voice was coming from a distant space. Every sentence was loaded with an echo that was difficult for ordinary people to comprehend.
He walked around Constantine, the handsome face that could ensnare anyone with a single glance obscured by shadows, and Cain continued to speak.
"You followed in the footsteps of Saint William to find my tomb and took the holy blood from my nearly depleted blood pool, a gift not even my most devout followers have received."
"So, how do you want me to repay your kindness? By going to bed with you?"
Cain looked slightly astonished, but he quickly regained his composure. He turned his back on Constantine but glanced at him from the corner of his eye. "Tell me, what's the state of the magic realm now?"
"Magic realm? There is no magic realm anymore." Constantine said mockingly. "You've come back at the perfect time. The demons can't resist harvesting their followers anymore. They've collectively broken their contracts and taken back the power they lent to the magicians. If you want to rule the world, now is your chance."
"No, I'm not that foolish. I know that my greatest enemies aren't the demons, but the angels. They have never given up their intentions to eliminate me," Cain replied in his strange tone.
"You want me to help you fight the Church?" Constantine sneered. "Do you really think I'm in better standing than you? Of the forty-six cathedrals in England, I can't enter a single one. I'd get beaten up just for appearing at the door."
"That's because you owe the angels too much, while they owe me."
"Enough with the old grudges, let's get to the point," Constantine snorted, sitting cross-legged on the ground.
The next second, he was snatched up by a pair of bloody hands. Blood Queen Mary reached out for him, her magically constructed talons pinning him against the wall, a stranglehold on his neck.
Constantine instinctively struggled as Mary floated before him. "Listen to your master properly, you damned stray dog!" she commanded.
"Let him go, Mary." Cain broke into a smile, staring into Constantine's eyes. "He is as innocent as a newly born baby now. I have never seen such a pure and sinless soul in any human."
After the hold was released, Constantine collapsed to the floor, clutching his chest and coughing twice. He struggled to prop himself up, backing tightly against the wall since Cain had walked right in front of him.
"Your intrusion into my tomb did indeed infuriate me, but as I tracked you down following the scent of fresh blood, I found something unusual about your soul. That pure aura awakened my thirst for blood, something I had long cast aside from ordinary, filthy humans."
"You want to drink my blood?"
Constantine revealed a slightly crazed smile, opened his arms wide, tilted his neck to one side, and said, "Come on then, Cain."
You're quite understanding," Cain said as he gripped Constantine's chin, forcing him to look him in the eye, his bright red irises filled with mysterious patterns boring into Constantine's pupils.
"Adam and Eve each ruled over day and night in the Garden of Eden, but when Abel's pure blood flowed before me, my descendants and I forever possessed the bloody twilight of Eden. From then on, we could drain pureness, transforming it into a great power."
Cain's voice drew nearer and nearer. As his fangs approached Constantine's neck, he heard Constantine whisper in his ear, "Kill me, and I will return to my master's side to forever enjoy purity...ugh!"
Sharp fangs pierced Constantine's neck, and with the outflow of blood, Cain's voice became clearer and clearer.
"God will not save you, sinner. He will only cast you out to be eternally damned in the punishment of sin and fire. But I admire your devoutness because it will make your death sweeter."
With the loss of blood, the light in Constantine's eyes gradually dimmed. Cain revealed a delighted smile, but the smile on Constantine's face was even more sinister.
The hand holding up the wall finally fell weakly. Just a second before Constantine lost his last breath, his voice echoed in the dim room.
"You will see, villains have their own savior..."
"He's dead," Lilith's voice echoed in Red Robin's mind, then she curiously asked, "Are you just going to stand there and watch, boy?"
"Something's not right," Red Robin said, frowning, "Anyone who thinks Constantine is easy to deal with ends up in a lot of trouble."
"I know a bit about the Justice League Dark. There's no one in this world that Constantine wouldn't exploit - he's best at manipulating others' emotions to work for him, be it his enemies or his friends. Or rather, he's even better at exploiting his friends."
"You think he had a plan of sorts? What did those words he said before he died mean?" Lilith asked casually.
"Constantine doesn't believe in God." Red Robin shook his head and added, "I believe that if he had the chance, he would even trick God."
Then he repeated the words Constantine had said before his last breath, "Villains have their own savior…I guess, he might have planned to use the people who would come to save him."