DC Heroes in Marvel

Constantine deceived both Satan and God with nothing but his words—and not just once, but repeatedly.

Satan, in particular, suffered greatly from it.

In the DC universe, Constantine could be considered the greatest PUA (Pick-Up Artist) mentor of all time.

Unfortunately, this is the Marvel universe, and Constantine's greatest strength—his ability to manipulate divine and demonic forces—loses much of its effectiveness.

After exchanging Constantine, Anton quickly realized that Constantine's usefulness wasn't as great as he had initially imagined.

Aside from his silver tongue, his combat effectiveness didn't even compare to that of Shazam.

Shazam possessed the wisdom of Solomon, the strength of Hercules, the stamina of Atlas, the power of Zeus, and the courage of Achilles—a magical superhero who might seem unreliable at times but was, in reality, incredibly powerful.

Of course, in Anton's view, the "wisdom of Solomon" likely referred more to Shazam's ability to speak directly with Solomon rather than any innate intelligence.

Shazam was like an unchained husky.

On paper, huskies ranked 45th in dog intelligence—above average, meaning they could technically be considered smart.

But in practice? Their hyperactive, erratic personalities made them seem among the least intelligent breeds in the eyes of trainers and dog owners alike.

Still, even though Anton recognized that Constantine's cost-effectiveness was lower than Shazam's, having a superhero on his side was never a bad thing.

A win was still a win.

Constantine's arrival was now best seen as bringing in a magical consultant for the Justice League.

"If I want to control the Spirit of Vengeance, what should I do?"

Johnny thought for a moment, his gaze locked onto Constantine with a burning intensity.

"Willpower. You have to strengthen your willpower," Constantine replied.

He took a drag from his cigarette and exhaled. "Zarathos, the Spirit of Vengeance, is manic and chaotic. If left unchecked, it can bring unimaginable destruction. In reality, the Ghost Rider exists to suppress Zarathos, to prevent the Spirit of Vengeance's fury from consuming the entire world. Essentially, you are a failsafe—a safeguard against the Spirit of Vengeance wiping out humanity."

"I see."

With Constantine's explanation, Johnny fully understood his situation.

While they spoke, neither of them noticed a gray-haired yet energetic old man slowly approaching Johnny's residence in Los Angeles, leaning on a cane.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

His footsteps echoed as he climbed the stairs to Johnny's door.

Then, he suddenly stopped.

"Hmm?"

The old man sensed something unusual.

A familiar divine energy—one he had not encountered in many, many years.

His eyes fell upon the door.

At its center, an intricate symbol was carved.

A pair of eyes.

Mephisto's face darkened instantly.

He knew those eyes all too well.

The Eye of Horus.

Horus, the ancient Egyptian god of the sky, also known as the Pharaohs' guardian. His eyes held sacred significance—representing divine blessing, supreme authority, and protection.

Tonight, these eyes served as Johnny Blaze's amulet.

"Who did this?"

Mephisto frowned, his gaze piercing through the door as if he could see the blonde man inside.

"So, you've found yourself a mage…"

"Hmm?"

Constantine furrowed his brow and abruptly turned his head toward the door behind him.

"What's wrong?"

Johnny had never seen Constantine react so sharply before, and an ominous feeling crept into his heart.

"He's here."

Constantine spoke calmly.

"Who's here?"

Johnny's eyes widened in confusion.

"Mephisto, the Lord of Hell. The demon who signed a contract with you."

As Constantine spoke, he strode toward the door, completely ignoring Johnny, whose face had gone deathly pale.

With a crunch, he pulled the door open.

Boom!

A surge of hellish energy flooded in, thick with scorching heat and a sinister, almost intoxicating intensity.

Standing in the doorway was an old gentleman in a well-tailored suit, leaning casually on a cane. He smiled at the two men before him, his expression eerily pleasant.

Huh!

Johnny froze.

His vision blurred. In place of the old man, he saw something monstrous—a towering, three-meter-tall demon with jagged bone spurs protruding from its body. Its hideous face twisted into a cruel grin, scarlet eyes gleaming as they locked onto him.

Constantine, on the other hand, remained perfectly calm.

He studied the "old gentleman" before him, unaffected by the illusion.

"So, you're Mephisto?"

Constantine shrugged, his gaze flicking briefly to the Eye of Horus etched into the doorframe. His expression suggested he had expected this outcome.

"I figured. This thing wasn't going to stop you."

Mephisto chuckled. "If Horus himself were standing before me, perhaps I'd show some respect. But a mere rune? It holds not even a fraction of his true divine power. Why would I hesitate? … Anyway, aren't you going to invite me in?"

Horus, the ancient Egyptian god of the sky and kingship, was linked to Ra, the sun god.

In antiquity, Ra was also known as Atum, and he had a peculiar habit—one that involved merging with others. Literally. Not metaphorically.

In the comics, Atum slaughtered most of the first-generation demons and was feared as the God Eater.

Naturally, demons harbored a deep-seated wariness of the old Egyptian deities.

But those myths and civilizations had long faded into obscurity, lost in the sands of time.

Mephisto had nothing to fear.

He spoke with an air of casual confidence, as if chatting with an old friend, but Constantine recognized it for what it was—a naked threat.

"Makes sense."

Constantine smirked. "If you were here in your true form, I'd hand Johnny over immediately. But this? You're just an avatar. A mere fraction of your full power. Why should I let you in?"

"Well now…"

Mephisto remained unbothered. "I'll remember you. What's your name?"

"John."

Constantine exhaled a cloud of smoke. "John Constantine. A magician who doesn't particularly like magic."

Mephisto's smirk deepened. "So, are you sure you want to meddle in my business with Johnny?"

His tone turned sharper. "Do you even realize who you're speaking to?"

"Mephisto, Lord of Hell… or at least, one of them."

Constantine's smirk widened. "If you were the undisputed ruler of all Hell, I might be a little more interested in you."

A shadow flickered across Mephisto's face.

"It's been a long time since anyone dared to speak to me like this."

His eyes turned pitch black.

In an instant, a wave of demonic energy erupted, surging like a raging sea.

Constantine stood firm, his expression unchanged.

Behind him, Johnny suddenly snapped his head up.

His flesh vanished, replaced by gleaming white bone.

A surge of hellfire ignited around his skeletal form.

The Ghost Rider had awakened.

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