"Excellent! It seems you have thoughtfully chosen a host for me. I quite like this guy's soul. Bring him back to Earth and prepare him. When the time is right, it will be my moment to descend!" Simmons, amidst agonizing pain and unaware of how much time had passed, finally had his soul completely remodeled. The voice of the hell lord also echoed in the ears of the transforming demon.
At this point on Earth, time had long since moved past the moment of Simmons' death. The transforming demon transferred Simmons' body and guarded it day and night, fearing any mishap. After all, this was the flesh of their boss on Earth, a matter of life and death for him!
When he heard his boss's voice, the transforming demon could finally breathe a sigh of relief, especially upon noticing the changes in Simmons' body.
Simmons' exploded head healed back together, but his appearance did not recover; instead, it worsened, becoming even uglier than a hell demon...
If Wade were here, he might have asked, "Who is uglier, Simmons or me?"
And surprisingly, the answer was hard to tell!
However, such appearances meant little to demons, as aside from the succubi, few in hell resembled humans at all...
"Is this? The devil's mortal body?" Constantine, observing from the shadows, flickered with curiosity. He had been monitoring the transforming demon, benefiting from countless dealings with demons and his life-preserving abilities. Even the transforming demon, skilled in stealth, failed to detect him.
Constantine was somewhat shocked. He thought he had found a demon that could potentially become the devil but didn't expect the demon to have prepared a mortal body for the devil, though it wasn't fully mature yet.
However, judging from the state of the devil's mortal body, it wasn't far from full maturity. The day it matures would be when the devil truly descends to Earth in full force!
And Constantine knew all too well how powerful a devil that could stand its ground in hell would be to Earth. A devil that ascended by devouring its peers on Earth was incomparable to a true hell lord!
"Should I notify the Kamar-Taj? This is no small matter, but where did I last leave those two magic books I stole from them? If I go back without returning them, would I be beaten?" Constantine instinctively thought to contact the Kamar-Taj but hesitated, torn inside.
In this world, the path of magic wasn't singular. If a deity gathered their power into a singular divine force, then condensed it into spells for their followers, that too could be considered magic.
Constantine and the Kamar-Taj didn't practice the same kind of magic, though the best of both systems often relied on stealth, theft, and robbery to gain magical power...
Although the magic systems differed, they could still learn from each other. Constantine found the Sorcerer Supreme, who seemed ageless yet youthful, somewhat similar to him. He had visited the Kamar-Taj a few times, casually taking a few magic books for reference.
Unfortunately, Constantine's skills were slightly lacking, and his theft was discovered. Although the Sorcerer Supreme didn't pursue him to the ends of the earth, other sorcerers from the Kamar-Taj certainly didn't get along with him.
So, even if reporting the hell lord's news to the Kamar-Taj, Constantine might still get beaten up by their people first!
"Maybe I should look for that guy? I reckon he could take on the top demons, like the one preparing the mortal body for the hell lord. But a real devil, that might be a bit doubtful. However, since the devil's mortal body isn't fully mature yet, it might be worth a try. After all, the loss wouldn't be mine!" After some thought, Constantine decided not to go to the Kamar-Taj, at least not until he found where he had lost those magic books. It was better not to go there for now.
Constantine quietly tracked the location of the devil's mortal body and left. He then used tracking magic to follow the scent of Robert in his memory, searching for Robert's whereabouts.
After Constantine left, the transforming demon, seeing Simmons showing signs of revival, also hid in the shadows, not revealing himself, as Simmons still needed the final push to break his spirit!
"Hm? I'm not dead? What's going on?" Soon after the transforming demon left, Simmons slowly woke up, his eyes flickering with confusion as he looked at his hands. He couldn't remember anything that happened in hell, but he felt like something extra was inside his body.
"Crack! Crack!" Before Simmons could react, his arms suddenly transformed into pitch-black claws, surging with terrifying demonic power.
"What the hell?!" Simmons cursed, but by the time he regained his senses, the pitch-black claws had disappeared as if everything was just an illusion!
"Home! Yes, I need to go home first and see her..." Simmons didn't understand what was happening to him. He rushed out, wanting to go home. He set aside thoughts of revenge and why he was resurrected, focusing solely on returning home.
"Ah!"
"OMG!"
"What the heck?!"
As Simmons rushed onto the street and began identifying his location, passersby were startled by his appearance and instinctively kept their distance, their eyes filled with surprise and confusion, for Simmons was incredibly ugly at that moment!
If Wade were here, he would sympathize, having faced similar treatment when he returned. Their appearance wasn't just ugly; it was horrifyingly repulsive...
However, Simmons ignored the reactions of those around him and didn't stop. He wanted to quickly return home to see his wife, his only obsession with resurrecting.
But, unexpectedly, just as Simmons reached his home, he saw a familiar car parked outside. It belonged to his colleague and friend, Terry, which made Simmons pause, a bad premonition rising within him...
Simmons cautiously approached the car to confirm his suspicions. Seeing his hideous reflection in the car's windows, he realized why people reacted so strongly to him.
"Is this me? How did I become this monstrous?" Simmons struggled to accept his new appearance. Though he wasn't handsome before, he at least looked human. Now, he seemed like a monster.
"Could it be that what I saw wasn't an illusion? Is there something inside me, which is why I could resurrect?" After a moment, Simmons sat down on the ground, disheartened, looking at his arm and mumbling.
In Simmons' dazed gaze, his arm seemed to transform into a demon's claw again, but he was too numb to react, almost desensitized...
"Stop it, what are you doing? You're leaving, yet you still won't let me go. Are you planning to play in the second half?" As Simmons sat there numbly, he heard a familiar voice, that of his beloved Wanda Blake, who gave him the strength to crawl back from hell.
However, Wanda's words startled Simmons, awakening him from his numb state.
Even upon seeing Terry's car, Simmons harbored a sliver of hope, but seeing his own appearance made him despair, too afraid to face his wife, Wanda Blake...
But hearing that voice ignited a rage within Simmons. His body began to transform, chains emerging from his flesh, flailing wildly.
Simmons' gaze turned toward his home, where he saw his beloved wife, Wanda Blake, kissing his friend Terry, their hands unconsciously caressing each other, right at the doorstep of his house.
With a "snap," it felt as if Simmons could hear the sound of his heart breaking. As his heart shattered, a furious flame seemed to replace it, burning intensely.
With a "clang," the chains wielded by Simmons smashed Terry's car into pieces!
"What the hell?!" Terry exclaimed, jolted from his passionate moment with Wanda, instinctively looking towards the source of the noise. He was shocked to find his car wrecked, and a monstrous figure covered in chains glaring at him, startling him.
"Be careful! Stand behind me!" Despite the shock, Terry, an experienced agent, positioned Wanda behind him, drew his gun, and aimed at Simmons, sternly warning, "Hey! Listen, I don't care what kind of monster you are, but you better stay away from here! Or I won't be polite!"
"Not be polite! Ha ha ha ha ha!" Hearing Terry's words, Simmons was initially furious, but seeing Terry protect Wanda stirred a bitter feeling within him. His intention to teach them a lesson vanished instantly.
Simmons vanished on the spot, startling Terry, who had braced for an attack, firing a few shots into empty air...
"It feels familiar, his appearance!" Wanda, watching Simmons disappear, hesitated, murmuring, "He looks a bit like Al..."
"What joke are you making? That was clearly a monster! Besides, Al's been dead for a month. Jason Wayne himself announced his death. How could that be him?" Terry quickly refuted, then pulled out his phone, "No, we need to report this supernatural incident. Who knows what that was?"
Meanwhile, after leaving his home, Simmons struggled more with controlling his emotions. The chains on his body twitched, yearning to destroy everything around him.
A vengeful flame burned within Simmons, blaming Jason Wayne for everything. If not for Jason Wayne killing him, he wouldn't have become a monster and lost his wife to his best friend!
If the soul of Simmons had known this outcome before agreeing to sell his soul for resurrection, he probably wouldn't have accepted...
"Ah!"
"Help!"
"There's a monster!"
Screams erupted in the streets. Facing Simmons, now fully demonized, no one dared to stay, all fleeing in panic.
"Hey! Sir, who are you? Do you have consciousness? Can you stop, please? Otherwise, I might have to use force!" Soon, a figure flew above Simmons, calling down to him.
"Iron Man?" Simmons looked up, his remaining sanity recognizing the figure in the armor, but he had no interest in dealing with Tony Stark. He wanted to find Jason Wayne and make him pay. Jason Wayne deserved to become this monstrous figure or perhaps even be sent straight to hell!
"You're conscious?" Tony Stark sounded surprised, having thought Simmons had gone completely mad, "That's good. Sir, I think we can talk. Running around like this will scare people. If you have any demands, we can find a place to discuss them calmly. How about it?"
"Get lost!" Simmons' chains lashed out at Tony Stark, who easily dodged them.
"Hmm, it seems I need to subdue you first before we can have a proper conversation," Tony said with a hint of reluctance. Then, his palm repulsor fired at Simmons.
With a "buzz," seeing the repulsor beam, Simmons was startled, his body undergoing another transformation. His skin was completely covered in a dark, gelatinous membrane, making him look even more monstrous. A cape emerged from his back, covering his body and blocking Tony Stark's palm repulsor without any damage.
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