Liam walked out of Constantine's pub, stretching as the morning sun cast long shadows
across the street.
"Alright, start talking," he muttered
Sparda's voice rang in his head. "You wanna know what happened back at the
construction site? You lost control, kid. I took over. And trust me, you won't be able to
pull that stunt again."
Liam frowned. "Why not?"
"Because, dumbass, you barely survived the first time. And as much as I know your gay
ass enjoys getting stabbed by big black things—"
"Oh, for fuck's sake—"
"—you won't live to tell the tale if you do it again. So unless you wanna see how many
holes you can survive, I suggest you find another way to fight."
Liam sighed. "Give me a break."
As he walked down the street, a sudden scream caught his attention. He turned just in
time to see a thief yank a purse from an elderly woman and take off running.
Instinct kicked in. Liam dashed forward
—And in an instant, he was right next to the guy.
"What the—?" The thief barely had time to react before Liam's fist crashed into his gut,
sending him flying backward like he had been hit by a truck.
The purse landed at Liam's feet. He picked it up, handing it back to the trembling
woman.
"Thank you, young man!" she said, her voice shaking.
Liam nodded and walked away.
"That was weird," he muttered. "I was never that fast before."
Sparda chuckled. "Told you. Every demon you kill makes you stronger. You're evolving,
kid."
Liam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Enough talk. Do you sense any demons nearby? I
need to test these bad boys."
Sparda hummed for a moment before replying. "North of here. There's an abandoned
factory. It's crawling with 'em."
Liam smirked. "Then let's get to work."
The Factory Massacre
The air inside the abandoned factory was thick with the stench of rot and sulfur. Liam
could hear them before he saw them—low growls, claws scraping against metal, hungry
whispers.
The moment he stepped inside, the demons lunged.
"Finally," Liam grinned, drawing his new guns. "Let's see what you bastards can do."
The first demon leaped at him, but before it got close, Liam pulled the trigger.
BOOM.
The creature's body exploded into a mist of blood and fire. The force of the shot sent
three more demons flying back, their bodies torn apart mid-air.
More came from all sides. Liam spun, dual-wielding the guns, unloading bullet after
bullet. Each shot tore through the demons like they were made of paper. The recoil sent
shockwaves through the factory, shattering windows and crumbling weak walls.
The demons never stood a chance.
One of the larger ones—a hulking, armored beast—charged at Liam, roaring. He
smirked, flipping one of the guns in his hand.
"Satanus, let's see what you got."
He pulled the trigger. A bright red energy shot out, punching through the demon's thick
hide like it was nothing. The creature staggered, its body convulsing before
disintegrating into dust.
The last of the demons hesitated.
"Oh, now you're scared?" Liam taunted.
He fired one last time. The explosion sent flames erupting through the factory, wiping
out whatever was left.
Silence fell.
Sparda whistled. "Damn, kid. Now that was a performance."
Liam twirled the guns before holstering them.
"Yeah," he muttered, looking at his hands. "I think I'm getting used to this."
A New Look & A Night Out
Liam inspected his guns as he walked away from the factory, feeling the weight in his
hands. They were warm, pulsating like living things.
"So, do they ever run out of ammo?" he asked.
Sparda chuckled. "Nope. They feed off the life force of those two demons. And since
they were immortal—"
Liam grinned. "Coooool."
He holstered them and stretched. "Alright, I need cash and a suit. Let's hit up
Constantine."
Testing his newfound agility, Liam sprinted up a fire escape and leaped across rooftops.
His movements felt effortless. The wind rushed past his face as he jumped from building
to building, landing perfectly each time.
Sparda whistled. "Not bad. Maybe you won't be completely useless in a fight next time."
Liam smirked as he landed in front of Constantine's pub. He walked inside and found
John nursing a beer at the counter.
"Yooo, John, can I get my payment for yesterday's job?"
Constantine looked at him with a smirk. "Mate, if I had money, do you think I'd be
running a run-down pub?"
Liam sighed. "Come on, John, help me out."
John groaned and pulled a few hundred pounds from his pocket. "Here, now piss off."
Sparda chimed in. "You should suck his dick, maybe he'll give you more. You're
embarrassing the king of demons."
Liam muttered under his breath. "Shut up."
Looking at the cash, he sighed. "Zatanna's from a rich background. This won't do
much."
John rolled his eyes. "Take her somewhere simple and calm. She'll appreciate it."
Liam nodded. "Fair enough. Now, about a suit—"
John smirked and tossed him a folded outfit. "One of mine. And don't worry, it's clean."
Liam unfolded it, revealing a suit with a bright yellow trench coat.
He immediately frowned. "I don't want to look like a banana. Keep it."
John laughed. "Suit yourself."
As Liam changed into a more classic dark ensemble, he asked, "Can you train me in
combat?"
John shook his head. "Not my expertise, mate. Maybe another hero can."
Liam tensed. "Let's keep this between us. No heroes involved."
John simply nodded.
A Night to Remember
As afternoon faded, the pub door creaked open.
Liam turned and felt his breath hitch.
Zatanna stepped inside, draped in a dark blue dress that shimmered subtly under the
dim lights. It hugged her figure perfectly, matching the deep blue of her eyes.
Liam smiled. "Wow. That dress… it really brings out your eyes."
Zatanna returned his smile. "And you look better in that suit than John ever did."
John, mid-sip, choked on his beer. "Oi! Get out of my pub, lovebirds!"
Liam chuckled, but before leaving, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His
expression shifted.
A single white patch had appeared in his hair.
"What the hell?"
Sparda snickered. "Congrats. You officially look like the emo chick you are."
Liam smirked, brushing a hand through his hair. "It's just the sword's effects."
Shrugging, he turned back to Zatanna and extended his hand.
"After you, my lady."
She smiled, taking it as they stepped into the evening.
The cool London evening set the perfect scene as Liam and Zatanna strolled through St
James's Park. The golden glow of the setting sun reflected on the serene lake, casting
ripples of light across the water.
Zatanna smiled as she walked beside him. "You know, my father used to bring me here
when I was little. He'd tell me stories about magic—how it's not just about power, but
about knowing when to use it."
Liam listened, genuinely interested. "Sounds like a wise man."
She nodded. "He was. He always said magic came with a price. And yet, he never
hesitated to use it when someone needed help."
As they continued, they heard the soft strumming of a guitar. A street musician sat on a
bench, his fingers plucking a slow, romantic melody. Without hesitation, Liam grabbed
Zatanna's hand and spun her into a dance.
She laughed but didn't resist, following his lead.
"You dance?" she asked, surprised.
Liam smirked. "I know a thing or two."
As the song ended, she smiled warmly at him, eyes gleaming.
They walked further when a duck suddenly charged toward Zatanna.
"Liam!" she yelped, hiding behind him.
Liam raised an eyebrow. "Wait… The greatest magician is afraid of ducks?"
She huffed. "It's a long story."
Liam chuckled—until she punched him in the arm. "Ow! Okay, okay, noted."
They passed by a little girl selling handmade jewelry. Liam stopped, browsing the tiny
trinkets before picking up a necklace the same shade as Zatanna's eyes.
He handed it to her. "Here. It suits you."
Zatanna blinked in surprise before smiling. "Thank you." She clasped it around her
neck.
After grabbing some food from a nearby van, they sat on a bench and fed the ducks.
Zatanna rested her head against Liam's shoulder, letting out a content sigh.
Liam, however, tensed. Something was off.
His gaze shifted subtly, scanning the park.
"Did you just notice that, dumbass?" Sparda muttered.
Liam stiffened. "We're being followed."
Zatanna turned to face him, but he leaned in and kissed her softly.
Her eyes widened before closing, melting into it.
After pulling away, Liam whispered, "I'm sorry. I wanted to take you somewhere better."
Zatanna shook her head. "Liam, I loved today."
His face, however, grew serious. He placed his hands on her shoulders, gripping gently.
"Zatanna, trust me. You need to leave. Now."
She blinked in confusion. "Wait, what? Why?"
Liam's voice dropped. "I'll explain at the pub. Please… just go."
Seeing the urgency in his eyes, she hesitated but eventually nodded, her face laced
with concern.
As she walked away, Liam turned towards a dark alley.
A white figure emerged from the shadows.
Sparda sighed. "You brought this on yourself, idiot."
Liam narrowed his eyes. "Didn't expect you here… Azrael."
Azrael remained silent, only drawing his sharp-teethed blade.
Liam groaned, rolling his eyes. "Come on, man! You ruined my date."
Azrael didn't react, simply taking a step forward.
Liam sighed and reached for his guns. "Guess we're doing this the hard way."
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