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and every way you’re able. Let’s go. All right, I’ll ask. Why are we in the middle of a godforsaken swamp? It’s a favorite hidey hole of one Alec Holland, whose corpse was taken to be the most recent avatar of the green. Bet you won’t find that on your bloody cell phone. Our data’s more factual. Alec Holland was murdered by terrorists. His body was never recovered. End of story. Not quite. Go away! Swamp thing! I know you’re seeing this. Get out here, or the posies get it! John Constantine. You dare threaten the green. Dude, your social skills are horrendous. Please, we aren’t here to harm any plants, but our need is urgent. Don’t let your feelings for John stop you from doing what’s right. You have a garden. Yes, I find it relaxing, and I water it every week. We need to find a man, a wizard named Felix Faust. A single human among your teeming masses. I only know John Constantine because he enrages me. Faust lives in an observatory which is invisible. It’s a place where dark magic would infect the earth below it. I will take you there so you are no longer here. The place you seek is there. That place is heavily warded. Mmm. I know we’ve had our differences, but we could really use your help. If we don’t get a handle on this rotter, he’ll threaten all of humanity. What of it? You were once human, just like me. No longer. Perhaps his actions are a kind of justice, for who destroys more of the green than your kind? And swamp thing has left the building. Guess we do it the hard way. Or not. Gone, gone, the form of man. Arise the demon Etrigan! What… Who dares? I, Etrigan, bring down this house and build a tomb for Felix Faust! As if I would stoop to brawling with a demon. Fight others of your filthy kind. From hell though we may be, it does not make us family! Do you like what I’ve done with the place? No woman can speak in my sanctum sanctorum. I conjured it just for you and, of course, men everywhere. As a fellow showman, this is no way to treat your guests. Now, settle down! Stop hitting yourself. Stop hitting yourself. Stop hitting yourself. Not everything can be solved with your peashooter. Just because you’re dead doesn’t mean you’re beyond my retribution. Is that it? Well, it’s off to the old magicians home for you, mate. Pudding night is Thursday. Try that fireball once more, Constantine. I’d love to see you cook your own goose. Let me… I take it back. That thing is useful. Zatanna, where are you, darling? I know you can’t speak, but give me a wave. You’re the only one here that’s really a threat. There you are. This will sting a bit. Stored magic? Really? It’s the TV dinner of spell casting, dear. Here’s what real magic looks like. Z! Z, are you daft? Stop! I will kill you, woman! Z, don’t! Don’t kill him. You can’t. Out of my way, John. If no blood is spilled, your soul is in the clear. Get control, Z, just like I taught you. Easy-peasy, lemon squeezy. Deep breaths. Let it go, love. Do you see why I can’t do what you do? You lost control is all. Happens to the best of us. You’ve seen me in action, right? Yeah, once or twice. Why are you here? I haven’t done anything to warrant this kind of response. This yours? I don’t know. Maybe. I have several hundred rings of varying design and properties. It isn’t him. Felix Faust isn’t the one behind the nightmare crimes. He summoned our old poker buddies in their more massive forms. The hell does it all mean? It means Felix Faust had access to the artifact whenever he wanted. What artifact? Well, we’re back to square one, then. Unfortunately, no. We were sent here by your friend, remember? But Ritchie’s dying. Is he? Boy, oh, boy. I think I got closer to death than I planned. Ah! Nuh-uh-uh. Bad girl. See, now, you were told to do everything to help me by the master of the house, and that does not include punching. Bring me to the main room. I’ll take it from here, beautiful. But I need you out of my hair for now, so why don’t you just go for a little walk? Yeah! That’s the stuff. Why aren’t we inside? Because Ritchie’s bloody well taken control of the house. This is what you get for having mates. Boston, can you get inside? That would be a no. Ritchie, you’re gonna listen to me whether you like it or not. Open the door. Do you hear? Open it! Too late, Johnny boy. Ritchie, please! Stop while there’s still time to save your soul. Says the man who skates away from everything. Since you got me infected, I’ve looked all around the world for a cure and I’ve finally found it. A small piece of the dreamstone. It’s sentient. It told me how to get the demons three to bring the rest of it to earth. It would’ve been so easy to take it from them. Of course, rock star Johnny screwed everything sideways. So we had to frame Faust and get you to bring me here. Now I’m immortal and supercharged! You’ve been played for a sap. The stone isn’t sentient. What’s left of destiny’s soul was whispering sweet nothings in your ear, getting you to commit atrocities to gain power and make his move. You’re just pissed ’cause I won. I wish that were the case. This can’t be right. No! Wait! Wait! We… We had a deal!

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