"Wait, John! Name your price, we'll deal!" Satan pleaded, face grim, ignoring Oathkeeper's encroaching blade.
"Sinful scum, finally meeting the real deal!" Bul-Kathos appeared as the other dimension faded, towering over the scene.
Satan, dragged to Earth, couldn't flee, locked in a life-or-death struggle with Andariel. Bul-Kathos strode to Constantine, ignoring his stunned expression, and plunged rough hands into his belly, yanking out a writhing demon spawn amid blood.
Constantine didn't even get a quip in.
"Rumlow, potion!" Bul-Kathos ordered, leaving Constantine's bleeding to Rumlow.
Mammon, clutched like a chick in Bul-Kathos's hand, felt its power surge, nearing its father's Hell lord status. Nephalem, born of angel and demon, Bul-Kathos's blood was purer than the Spear of Destiny or Gabriel's power. Mammon was touching a Hell lord's authority.
Rumlow, sensing his task was done, could now pursue Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s downfall. He slung his axe to his belt, grabbed a potion, forced Constantine's mouth open, and poured it in roughly.
"Andariel, had your fun?" Bul-Kathos's aura surged, shaking the room. The blood-stained pool boiled.
His iron grip seized Satan's throat. The Hell lord, straining against Andariel's blade, could only watch as Bul-Kathos choked him.
"Almost!" Andariel grinned, retracting his Oathkeeper replica, his form fading. "This Hell's weaker than I thought, but those weird powers are fun." His beard swayed in Bul-Kathos's aura. "Next time, let Madoc have a go. Bet he's cursing me now!"
Andariel vanished back to Harrogath. Satan and Mammon, gripped by Bul-Kathos, felt fear—a sensation they inflicted, not endured. Even Baal retreated from the living Three Ancestors. Bul-Kathos, the mightiest barbarian alive, dwarfed Hell lords like Araneae—mere dimension or rule fragment holders.
Retreat was forgivable only before a barbarian's terror. No matter their power, enemies faced fear, flight, or death before a barbarian's might.
Satan felt the tightening grip; Mammon thrashed. Bul-Kathos offered no redemption—demons, by nature, couldn't learn kindness.
"Damn it!" Satan gasped, knees dragging, energy flaring like a flickering black bulb. Mammon's cries matched his father's glow, nearing his level.
Manny, terrified, regretted his greedy appearance for Gabriel's power. His wings bristled as Satan and Mammon weakened.
"Stay put," the Ancient One said, her dagger squealing. Manny's kidney hit the ground with a splat. "Chinatown chefs say it's nourishing, but can you eat a birdman's kidney?" Luke mused, familiar with Bul-Kathos's aura from Harrogath's visions, tense but unafraid.
"Mind food safety, Luke," Matt sighed, exasperated by Luke's tangent.
"Why does a being like you exist on Earth?" Satan's voice faltered, cut off from Hell's power by Agamotto's barrier.
"Demons don't deserve to exist!" Bul-Kathos's grip tightened like a hydraulic press, his rage awakening fully. Unarmored, without legendary power, he cornered Satan and Mammon.
"When they're dead, can I inherit their wealth? I birthed Satan's kid, so per inheritance law…" Constantine started, only for Rumlow's fist to smash his face, evening out his bruises and silencing him.
Balza's head, motionless, played the part of an abstract sculpture perfectly.
(Chapter End)
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