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Chapter 394: How dare you speak to me like that?
"Stop wasting time," Yang Le interrupted the complacent Constantine. "I've already paid, Constantine. Now it's time for you to fulfill your promise."
"Yang Le..." Diana looked at Yang Le in front of her, her face filled with guilt. When she learned that Constantine would help, Diana was indeed happy, but at the same time she immediately realized that Constantine was the kind of guy who wouldn't lift a finger without a benefit. To get him to act, Yang Le must have paid a considerable price.
"We're just friends, you didn't need to pay so much for me." Diana reached out and took Yang Le's arm, making him look at her.
"If a friend isn't worth it, I don't know what position someone needs to hold in your inner heart for you to consider them worth it." Yang Le, with the Asgardian Gods' blood in him, was direct, his gaze intensely focused on Diana's face.
Diana looked at that gaze, as hot as the sun, and her inner heart, which was normally as hard as iron, actually wavered slightly. An emotion called shyness, something she hadn't felt in millennia, resurfaced in her heart.
Diana wasn't made of wood. On the contrary, she had already experienced love when she was on Paradise Island. However, in all her romantic relationships to date, Diana had always been the dominant one. This wasn't just due to her personality, but also related to her strength.
So this feeling, like today, she had only experienced it once before, thousands of years ago, when she first fell in love with an Amazonian girl. After so much time, she had almost forgotten this emotion.
(This worldview uses the setting where Paradise Island sends out a new Wonder Woman every so often to promote universal love outside the Island. Therefore, there's no air force landing on Paradise Island. Diana's love experiences are limited to Amazonians before she left the Island.)
Diana was very clear that she had likely developed feelings for Yang Le that went beyond those of a partner. In her opinion, Yang Le probably felt the same way, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to such lengths for her. However, Diana wasn't ready to acknowledge it. She calmed herself, realizing that regardless of whether those feelings were love or not, now wasn't a good opportunity to pursue them.
Once everything was settled, perhaps she would openly pursue this relationship, even with the age gap of thousands of years, but definitely not now.
Diana's softened gaze hardened once more. Before she could speak, Constantine interjected.
"Alright, Jack and Rose, don't heat up your love in my tiny room." Constantine waved his hand, shooing them away.
"You're standing in the center of the room. I can't even draw the magic array. Please, make way."
Ignoring Constantine's tease, Yang Le and Diana, with normal expressions, moved out of the center of the room and stood in the corner, ready to watch Constantine unleash his power.
Seeing Wonder Woman walk over, Zatanna excitedly pulled her aside and whispered, "I didn't even realize, are you two in that kind of relationship?"
Diana saw Zatanna's expression and knew exactly what she was thinking, which made her feel a bit helpless. She said to Zatanna, "No, our relationship isn't what you think."
Seeing Wonder Woman's denial, Zatanna was about to ask more questions, but Yang Le interrupted her.
"Quiet down. Constantine is about to perform magic. You're a magician too, how can you have no respect for magic?"
Zatanna's face fell. Yang Le's words reminded her of her father. This man, raised in a traditional magic family, was very serious and cautious about magic. She had been scolded countless times during her studies.
Ignoring the sulking Zatanna, Yang Le refocused his line of sight on Constantine. He didn't know where Constantine had pulled out a small flask from. He opened the lid and tilted the flask slightly, and a viscous, dark red liquid poured out.
As the liquid flowed, Constantine began to draw circles around the house. In the blink of an eye, he had drawn a red circle. He stopped, and with a movement of Constantine's arm, a pentagram appeared within the circle.
With the pentagram appearing, the magic array took shape. Constantine tossed the flask, smashing it in the center of the magic array. The liquid inside spilled out, but surprisingly, the liquid from the flask didn't mix with the liquid forming the magic array.
The liquid forming the magic array was like wax oil that had been left out for a while; it had actually solidified. Seeing this, Constantine extended his right hand, made a gesture, and then muttered something with chanting.
As Constantine continued chanting, the magic array on the ground glowed brighter and brighter. The dark red liquid in the center of the magic array seemed to come alive, spreading from a small puddle to cover the entire magic array, and then began to churn, as if a puddle of water had appeared before them.
Constantine stopped chanting, and the puddle of red liquid began to bubble. Finally, a monster with a peculiar shape emerged from within.
The upper body of this monster was dark red, with four arms. Each arm was engraved with obscure symbols and text. His head didn't have goat horns like a traditional demon, but was surrounded by a mane of black hair. His lower body was like that of a beast, and a bony tail grew from behind his butt.
Overall, it wasn't terrifying, far less so than the imp Constantine had used for a test before. Zatanna, standing to the side, breathed a sigh of relief. She had expected something truly terrifying to emerge.
"I should have known it would be someone so cheap." The demon said, opening its mouth. Its sound was like being scraped by a hot iron, making everyone uncomfortable.
"Using the material for drawing a summoning array as a sacrifice, you're really something, Constantine. You've once again lowered my opinion of humans."
"Cut the nonsense." Constantine pulled out a cigarette, looking incredibly smug. "I used the blood of your mortal enemy. Tell me, do you like it or not? Don't give me that unsatisfied look."
The demon narrowed its eyes and slowly said, "You're in a fiery mood today, Constantine. But whatever, bathing in the blood of my enemy is better than being in bed, so I won't hold it against you."
Constantine seemed to have heard a hilarious joke. He lowered his head and chuckled a few times. When the demon looked curious, he suddenly slapped it across the demon's face.
The demon completely didn't expect Constantine to suddenly attack. Not only was it hit, but it was stunned in place for a few seconds before reacting.
The blood underfoot churned, and the demon's size began to grow rapidly. Its sound changed, becoming like hundreds of different creatures speaking at once.
"I think you've got a death wish, Constantine! I'm going to rip off your leopard skin and use it as a belt, tear off your butt and use it as a vase!"
Constantine remained unfazed, still holding the unlit cigarette in his mouth. He raised the right hand that had slapped the demon and said casually.
"Look closely. How dare you speak to your father like that?"
(End of chapter)
"Stop wasting time," Yang Le interrupted the complacent Constantine. "I've already paid, Constantine. Now it's time for you to fulfill your promise."
"Yang Le..." Diana looked at Yang Le in front of her, her face filled with guilt. When she learned that Constantine would help, Diana was indeed happy, but at the same time she immediately realized that Constantine was the kind of guy who wouldn't lift a finger without a benefit. To get him to act, Yang Le must have paid a considerable price.
"We're just friends, you didn't need to pay so much for me." Diana reached out and took Yang Le's arm, making him look at her.
"If a friend isn't worth it, I don't know what position someone needs to hold in your inner heart for you to consider them worth it." Yang Le, with the Asgardian Gods' blood in him, was direct, his gaze intensely focused on Diana's face.
Diana looked at that gaze, as hot as the sun, and her inner heart, which was normally as hard as iron, actually wavered slightly. An emotion called shyness, something she hadn't felt in millennia, resurfaced in her heart.
Diana wasn't made of wood. On the contrary, she had already experienced love when she was on Paradise Island. However, in all her romantic relationships to date, Diana had always been the dominant one. This wasn't just due to her personality, but also related to her strength.
So this feeling, like today, she had only experienced it once before, thousands of years ago, when she first fell in love with an Amazonian girl. After so much time, she had almost forgotten this emotion.
(This worldview uses the setting where Paradise Island sends out a new Wonder Woman every so often to promote universal love outside the Island. Therefore, there's no air force landing on Paradise Island. Diana's love experiences are limited to Amazonians before she left the Island.)
Diana was very clear that she had likely developed feelings for Yang Le that went beyond those of a partner. In her opinion, Yang Le probably felt the same way, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to such lengths for her. However, Diana wasn't ready to acknowledge it. She calmed herself, realizing that regardless of whether those feelings were love or not, now wasn't a good opportunity to pursue them.
Once everything was settled, perhaps she would openly pursue this relationship, even with the age gap of thousands of years, but definitely not now.
Diana's softened gaze hardened once more. Before she could speak, Constantine interjected.
"Alright, Jack and Rose, don't heat up your love in my tiny room." Constantine waved his hand, shooing them away.
"You're standing in the center of the room. I can't even draw the magic array. Please, make way."
Ignoring Constantine's tease, Yang Le and Diana, with normal expressions, moved out of the center of the room and stood in the corner, ready to watch Constantine unleash his power.
Seeing Wonder Woman walk over, Zatanna excitedly pulled her aside and whispered, "I didn't even realize, are you two in that kind of relationship?"
Diana saw Zatanna's expression and knew exactly what she was thinking, which made her feel a bit helpless. She said to Zatanna, "No, our relationship isn't what you think."
Seeing Wonder Woman's denial, Zatanna was about to ask more questions, but Yang Le interrupted her.
"Quiet down. Constantine is about to perform magic. You're a magician too, how can you have no respect for magic?"
Zatanna's face fell. Yang Le's words reminded her of her father. This man, raised in a traditional magic family, was very serious and cautious about magic. She had been scolded countless times during her studies.
Ignoring the sulking Zatanna, Yang Le refocused his line of sight on Constantine. He didn't know where Constantine had pulled out a small flask from. He opened the lid and tilted the flask slightly, and a viscous, dark red liquid poured out.
As the liquid flowed, Constantine began to draw circles around the house. In the blink of an eye, he had drawn a red circle. He stopped, and with a movement of Constantine's arm, a pentagram appeared within the circle.
With the pentagram appearing, the magic array took shape. Constantine tossed the flask, smashing it in the center of the magic array. The liquid inside spilled out, but surprisingly, the liquid from the flask didn't mix with the liquid forming the magic array.
The liquid forming the magic array was like wax oil that had been left out for a while; it had actually solidified. Seeing this, Constantine extended his right hand, made a gesture, and then muttered something with chanting.
As Constantine continued chanting, the magic array on the ground glowed brighter and brighter. The dark red liquid in the center of the magic array seemed to come alive, spreading from a small puddle to cover the entire magic array, and then began to churn, as if a puddle of water had appeared before them.
Constantine stopped chanting, and the puddle of red liquid began to bubble. Finally, a monster with a peculiar shape emerged from within.
The upper body of this monster was dark red, with four arms. Each arm was engraved with obscure symbols and text. His head didn't have goat horns like a traditional demon, but was surrounded by a mane of black hair. His lower body was like that of a beast, and a bony tail grew from behind his butt.
Overall, it wasn't terrifying, far less so than the imp Constantine had used for a test before. Zatanna, standing to the side, breathed a sigh of relief. She had expected something truly terrifying to emerge.
"I should have known it would be someone so cheap." The demon said, opening its mouth. Its sound was like being scraped by a hot iron, making everyone uncomfortable.
"Using the material for drawing a summoning array as a sacrifice, you're really something, Constantine. You've once again lowered my opinion of humans."
"Cut the nonsense." Constantine pulled out a cigarette, looking incredibly smug. "I used the blood of your mortal enemy. Tell me, do you like it or not? Don't give me that unsatisfied look."
The demon narrowed its eyes and slowly said, "You're in a fiery mood today, Constantine. But whatever, bathing in the blood of my enemy is better than being in bed, so I won't hold it against you."
Constantine seemed to have heard a hilarious joke. He lowered his head and chuckled a few times. When the demon looked curious, he suddenly slapped it across the demon's face.
The demon completely didn't expect Constantine to suddenly attack. Not only was it hit, but it was stunned in place for a few seconds before reacting.
The blood underfoot churned, and the demon's size began to grow rapidly. Its sound changed, becoming like hundreds of different creatures speaking at once.
"I think you've got a death wish, Constantine! I'm going to rip off your leopard skin and use it as a belt, tear off your butt and use it as a vase!"
Constantine remained unfazed, still holding the unlit cigarette in his mouth. He raised the right hand that had slapped the demon and said casually.
"Look closely. How dare you speak to your father like that?"
(End of chapter)
