DC: My Name Is Not Billy Batson

Night, Manor No. 1247, Enstrom.

Constantine stepped once again onto the manor, and this time, he was already familiar with it.

The door was opened by the pig-headed man in a suit and leather shoes.

"Were you surprised to see me?"

Standing in the doorway, Constantine casually blew out a puff of smoke.

"I'm just curious that you still have the guts to come back!" The pig-headed man opened the door, eyeing him with a puzzled expression.

"Have you forgotten what you did yesterday?"

Constantine responded nonchalantly, "What did I do?"

"You killed Lord Beroul, remember?" The pig-headed man's tone even carried a hint of admiration. "And here you are today. If you're not completely insane, you'd better have a plausible reason."

Constantine pushed the pig-headed man aside. "Then move your big ass and make way for me!"

The pig-headed man didn't get angry. Instead, he decided that this human wouldn't be leaving tonight.

With a grunt, he stepped aside and watched Constantine enter, like a dead man walking. It was a shame the black suit human hadn't shown up. Otherwise, the pig-headed man would have had a taste of him. It still remembered the smell of Batman's soul with regret.

Constantine made his way toward the corpse pool where Beroul had once been. This time, the pile of bodies had mostly turned into a pool of blood.

Beroul's bloated body was soaked in it, still clutching a human leg bone in his hand, licking it like a dog. From time to time, he smacked the remaining meat off the bone.

Beroul didn't express any surprise upon seeing Constantine. "You've disappointed me, John," he said, his voice lazy. "You don't seem to be making any progress."

He continued fishing out skulls and limbs from the blood, biting down on an eyeball, causing blood to spill from the corner of his mouth.

Constantine's stomach turned, and he nearly vomited. What was strange, however, was that Beroul didn't mention being killed by the cannon the previous night. This was highly unusual; demons were never this generous.

Beroul must have sensed Constantine's curiosity. "You must be wondering why I don't care at all about what you and your friends did last night."

Constantine didn't react with shock, but calmly replied, "You're right, why?"

Beroul pointed to his heart with a crooked finger. "Because I have Tracey to relieve my boredom." He watched Constantine's expression change with amusement. "I'm not like the other demons, John. I really appreciate pure souls. They have a more unique taste than the average one."

As he spoke, his long tongue licked the bone. "They're delicious."

Constantine's face remained expressionless, though his hands clenched into fists.

"Now," Beroul said, floating out of the pool and approaching Constantine, "tell me, John, what have you done today to make you think you can face me?"

Beroul hovered before Constantine, completely undressed. Constantine turned his head in disgust.

"I listened to you," Constantine said flatly. "I went to find your competitors."

"Very good. How many have you dealt with?" Beroul's large, yellow-lit eyes roamed over Constantine.

"All of them."

Beroul was momentarily stunned by the response. "What did you say?" His voice faltered.

Constantine raised his head, and his seven orifices glowed with a brilliant golden light. "I mean, I brought them all."

With that, a large cloud of black gas surged out from Constantine's orifices, and he let out a painful cry.

Under Beroul's gaze, the gas condensed into the forms of five demons who had been hostile to Beroul.

"Long time no see, Nilgai."

Constantine, still coughing, suddenly widened his eyes at the name and stared at Beroul in disbelief.

"Nilgai?" He would never forget that name, not even in death.

Beroul grinned. "I see. You teamed up with them to deal with me. That's your style, John. I was right."

Suddenly, Beroul's mouth opened wide. A slimy creature "spat" out, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a demon with horns, bat wings, and a snake-like lower body.

Here's the revised version of the passage with improved grammar, structure, and clarity:

Nilgai—the true culprit behind the "Newcastle" incident.

"Nilgai…" Constantine grimaced.

"Was I a pleasant surprise, John?" Nilgai smiled evilly, ignoring the five demons around him.

"You made a bad decision. Do you think I came to you because I couldn't handle these five competitors?"

With a sweep of his snake-like tail, Nilgai sent the five demons flying.

"Did you forget? This is my domain! My hell!"

Within his realm, Nilgai wielded far more power than other demons.

The five demons were unfazed, having expected this outcome when they entered the territory.

"Your plan better succeed!" one of the demons growled.

A bloated demon, its face consisting of a single massive mouth, lunged at Nilgai, wrapping its arms around him.

A two-headed demon rushed forward, biting into Nilgai's flesh.

A demon with an eyeball in its mouth glared, shooting a beam of yellow light at Nilgai.

Other demons attacked in their own ways.

Nilgai easily defended himself, but something felt off. Why had these demons suddenly become so united?

He didn't dwell on it, though. His estate wasn't just his residence; it was also his casino and his energy pool. This was where he could slaughter the degenerate souls, and the amount of negative energy he had accumulated here was considerable.

If the five demons stayed in their own domains, Nilgai wouldn't be able to touch them. But if they dared step into his territory, they were as good as dead.

However, facing five opponents at once was proving troublesome. Nilgai planned to split them up and eliminate them one by one.

In his manor, he could move anything in space at will. He acted, but to his surprise, the teleportation magic didn't respond.

"What did you do?" Nilgai's gaze turned sharply toward Constantine, suspecting him immediately.

Constantine responded with a mocking smile and a middle finger.

"Fuck you."

Nilgai roared in anger, grabbing for Constantine's head to crush it.

But Constantine inhaled deeply, filling his lung, and then shouted:

"Boss! Help me!"

Boom!

A someone descended like a thunderclap, and Nilgai's slammed into a wall.

Nilgai, furious. "Who are you?!"

"My name is…" Dane's eyes crackled with thunder, and he looked up with a grin.

"SHAZAM!"

At the utterance of the spell, a burst of lightning erupted from the void, the power of Zeus's divine thunder striking all the evil creatures near the blood pool.

Nilgai took the brunt of it, blasted away by the force of the lightning. But as he had stated, the manor was his energy pool—he wouldn't die as long as the energy was intact.

The other five demons weren't so lucky. The repeated thunder strikes left them struggling to stay conscious.

One of them, the four-eyed demon who had made an agreement with Constantine, reached out toward him.

"No, Constantine! You promised us—!"

Constantine stepped back, retreating behind Dane. He pretended to be nonchalant as he pulled out a fresh cigarette, lit it, took a long drag, and exhaled slowly.

Finally, he spoke, his voice casual: "Your first day in hell? Who in this entire realm doesn't know me, John Constantine?"

He looked at the demons, a wicked grin crossing his face. "I'm not one to keep promises."

"Ah—! John Constantine, we curse you…"

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