Patty sat slumped on the floor, clutching the handgun.
She stared at the severed limbs and broken bodies scattered at her feet, her mind utterly blank.
This kind of brutal yet elegant killing method; she had only ever seen it used by one person.
But that person had been gone for a very long time.
"Bzzt... FUCK! What the hell happened?! Answer me!"
From the helicopter, Sitterson's furious roar erupted over the radio channel.
On the screen, the vital-sign signals representing the elite squad had all flatlined in the exact same instant.
"Sir... We have no idea either..."
The pilot, staring down at the corpses littering the ground below, replied with a trembling voice.
"Wait! Look! Someone's on the roof!"
Just then, the co-pilot beside him suddenly pointed downward and shouted.
The searchlight beam swung sharply, landing on the top floor of the Agency.
There, a man holding an odachi stood silently at the edge of the rooftop.
Rain soaked his short silver hair, plastering it to his forehead. His coat, embroidered with dark patterns, snapped loudly in the rain.
He slowly lifted his head to face the blinding light, freeing one hand to gently sweep the wet hair back from his face.
The man's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.
The next second, he materialized out of thin air directly in front of the helicopter.
"OH! SHIT!"
The pilot's pupils quaked, and he violently yanked back on the stick.
But it was too late.
A cold blade-light flashed and vanished in the night sky.
The armored attack helicopter instantly disintegrated midair, splitting into two fireballs that smashed into a high-rise trailing black smoke.
"BOOM!"
The helicopter crashed onto the street, the explosion lighting up half the block.
Amid the blazing inferno, a towering, hulking black silhouette three meters tall hurled the wreckage aside and strode out of the sea of flames.
It wore a bowler hat; its custom-made restraint leather suit was scorched black by the fire, exposing the grayish-white mutated muscle beneath.
Vergil drifted down slowly from midair, his toes touching down lightly on a streetlamp.
He looked down from above at the approaching monster, his gaze utterly indifferent.
"Boring toy."
"BAM!"
A figure shot backwards like a cannonball, smashing through several walls.
Gabriel stood in the void, the wings behind Him faintly fluttering.
He looked down from above at Sephirot in the rubble, a layer of frost settling over His beautiful features.
"What benefit is there for you in killing Mammon?"
"Cough, cough..."
Sephirot gasped for breath, clawed at the debris, and staggered to his feet once more.
He looked at the angel floating in midair and flashed a grin. "What's bad for you is good for me."
"Again!"
Sephirot snatched up the Yamato and laughed loudly, his form vanishing on the spot as he once again charged Gabriel with reckless abandon.
"BAM!"
The next second, his body hurtled backwards a hundred times faster than he had charged.
Gabriel hadn't even moved a hand. A mere glance was enough to send him flying again.
Staring at this Devil Trigger before Him, who kept rising like some unkillable cockroach,
Gabriel's expression twisted with irritation.
Damnable insect! Mammon's descent was supposed to use the Spear of Destiny as a medium, to circumvent the Covenant Power between Heaven and Hell.
But now, Sephirot had forcibly extracted Mammon through unknown means.
This immense demonic power blazed like a bonfire in the night.
Gabriel could even feel, above the void, that gaze belonging to his true form, even the gaze of the Highfather, was about to descend.
"Enough... I have no time for these petty games."
Gabriel slowly raised his hand, a cluster of pure, flawless light gathering in his palm.
In that moment, every shadow within the entire Hospital seemed to vanish.
The darkness cast by every object appeared to be forcibly erased.
"Die, insect!"
Just as He was about to press his palm down...
"Plip."
A drop of jet-black tar dripped from the void onto the floor.
Outside the window, the rain that had been pouring in through the breach hung suspended in midair.
The churning dust and rubble fragments seemed to be forcibly frozen in place.
Even the orb of Holy Light about to erupt in Gabriel's hand was eerily halted in his palm.
Time, in this moment, came to a complete stop.
More tar ceaselessly dripped from the void.
A man dressed in a white suit, barefoot, stepping across the tar-covered floor, slowly appeared beside the unconscious Constantine.
"Tch, such tenacious vitality. Still not dead."
The man glanced down at Constantine, his expression one of pity.
He straightened up, elegantly adjusted his suit, and turned his gaze with amused interest toward Sephirot, who was frozen in place. When his eyes fell upon the blade in Sephirot's hand, his expression subtly shifted.
Finally, his gaze settled upon Gabriel, suspended in midair.
As the man's eyes swept across the scene, time around them resumed its flow.
The Holy Light in Gabriel's palm vanished. Feeling the searing heat around him, His expression filled with shock and terror.
"Lucifer! You dare set foot in the mortal realm?!"
Satan extended his tongue, licking his lips, and said with a soft laugh, "The mortal realm, sooner or later, it will be mine."
Sephirot lay amidst the rubble, his pupils contracting.
Satan is already here?!
Then where's my uncle??
Across countless mythologies, Lucifer was the highest-ranking, most beautiful, and most powerful of the angels in Heaven.
Such perfection bred arrogance within him.
Ultimately, he was no longer content to serve God, but yearned to stand as God's equal.
Lucifer led angels in rebellion, only to be defeated by another Archangel, Michael.
Cast down from Heaven, he ultimately fell into Hell, becoming its Satan.
"Gabriel, as the Archangel, you should be as ambitious as I am..."
Satan strolled leisurely toward Him.
"Son of Perdition..."
Gabriel's body trembled slightly, forcing himself to shout in rebuke, "Fallen Angel!"
Satan's expression dripped with disdain, the corner of his mouth curling upward as he feigned nostalgia. "Ah~ It's been so long since I've heard those titles."
He raised his head, sniffing the lingering scent in the air, a frigid gleam flashing through his eyes. "Tell me, where is that worthless son of mine?!"
"In the name of God, I banish you!" Gabriel shouted fiercely, Holy Light erupting brilliantly from his entire being.
He dove down, a fist condensed with Holy Power hurtling toward Satan.
But that fist, wrapped in Holy Light, stopped just before the tip of Satan's nose.
Satan glanced around with a mocking expression, feeling the Holy Light surging off Gabriel vanish like the ebbing tide, and couldn't help but burst into loud, scornful laughter.
"It seems your master has already abandoned you."
Gabriel stood frozen in place, staring at his own fist in disbelief, then looked up at the sky.
"No... this is impossible!"
Satan's face instantly turned cold, cruelty flashing in the depths of its eyes.
"BOOM!"
A skyful of ashes, like a volcanic eruption, came surging forth from behind it!
Those were no ordinary ashes; they were the Endless Hellfire formed from burning souls in the deepest depths of Hell!
The already tattered room was instantly annihilated under the onslaught of those ashes.
Sephirot was directly blasted away by the aftershock as well, slamming into the wall behind him and sliding to the ground.
He coughed out a mouthful of blood, horror filling his heart.
So this was the power of the Lord of Hell?!
A mere thought, just the aftershock, and he already couldn't withstand it.
As he was now, before it, he wasn't even qualified to swing his blade.
Yamato fell by his feet, dissipating into scattered motes of starlight.
"AAAAAAAHH!"
A shrill, miserable scream pierced the night sky.
The pair of wings behind Gabriel, forever dustless, sacred and immaculate, were instantly burned to nothing under the scorching of those ashes, leaving only two charred wing roots on his back.
Having dealt with Gabriel, Satan sauntered over to Sephirot, swaying its head from side to side.
It bent down, like a curious child, and sniffed the scent on Sephirot.
"Mmm~"
Satan raised an eyebrow, as if it had discovered something interesting.
"A disgustingly familiar smell."
It reached out and gently patted Sephirot on the shoulder, its tone mild: "Tell me, where have you hidden my son, Mammon?"
Every muscle in Sephirot's body tensed. He did not respond.
He could clearly feel that, beneath that calm and gentle tone, a volcano ready to erupt was being suppressed.
A fury fierce enough to incinerate souls, far more than he could endure right now.
"Dante... if you don't show up soon, this day next year, you'll really have to burn paper money for me."
Sephirot cursed this unreliable uncle frantically in his heart, his palms slick with cold sweat.
Seeing his silence, Satan did not get angry.
It smiled faintly and said, "That child of mine, though worthless, still ought to be disciplined by me, his father, personally."
Satan slowly stood up, and the surrounding air began to distort.
Sephirot could even smell the pungent stench of brimstone from Hell!
The remaining concrete floor beneath him cracked and split, dark red magma seeping through the fissures.
"Now that it's dead, shouldn't you be the one to shoulder this debt?!"
The instant its last word fell, the floor of the entire room shattered.
Countless pitch-black hands stretched out from underground, and the whole sky was dyed a blood red.
Satan's sleeves billowed as a black point containing the Power of Destruction gathered in its palm.
Under this terrifying pressure, the blood within Sephirot's body seeped out through his pores, instantly dyeing him into a man of blood.
At this critical moment between life and death, a lazy, frivolous voice rang out.
"So you lost a kid... if you can't help wanting to cry, I can recommend a decent pizza place to wipe your tears.
"But bullying a little kid? That's not stylish at all..."
(Translated by yourtl.app)
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TL NOTES — CROSSOVER GUIDE
Some references in this chapter come from source universes that may be unfamiliar to some readers. The notes below provide the context needed to understand them without leaving the page.
CHARACTERS
Satan / Lucifer — In the Constantine film, Lucifer is portrayed as an elegant figure in an immaculate white suit, barefoot, who moves through pools of black tar-like fluid as he crosses between realms. This chapter's description of Satan's arrival matches that appearance exactly. Despite his role as Lord of Hell, the film's Lucifer operates within rules — he is a collector of damned souls, not a mindless destroyer. His fury here is personal: Mammon is his son, and Mammon's power has been seized without his permission.
CONCEPTS
The Covenant — The governing law of the Constantine universe that separates Heaven, Hell, and Earth. Neither angels nor demons may physically manifest in the mortal realm; they must work through human agents or half-breeds. Satan's descent in this chapter is itself a violation of this Covenant, which is why Gabriel reacts with genuine shock.