[Comprehensive British and American] Reversal of the future

Constantine is sorry, he used the method he used to use on demons on Beria at that time.He's used to using lies and petty tricks to get his way, acts mean, and is a terrible human being.Even without the original suicide, a person like him would not go to heaven.

Holy water is to demons what sulfuric acid is to humans.He was familiar with the appearance of the demons corroded by the holy water and their shrill screams under the holy water.He's never shown mercy to demons, but Beria is different.

He faintly noticed the subtle difference when he first met Beria, but he chose to ignore it, and tricked him into drinking the poisonous holy water.

After he helped expel the demon from Astra.

John Constantine, a terrible human being.

He once had a dream the night he expelled Beria.

In that dream, he saw that the demon he summoned did not look like Beria.Constantine foolishly got his real name wrong, and the demon was cunning and cruel.He killed all humans except himself in Constantine's presence and dragged Astra's soul into hell.

Blood stained the entire world as far as Constantine could see.

Constantine woke up in a cold sweat and found that it was all a dream.He regarded that dream as the unwilling curse of the exorcised demon, but a corner of his heart was tearing his heart apart.It was also from that moment that Constantine began to restrain himself, although his restraint was still arrogant in the eyes of others.

And 15 years later, when Beria appeared in front of him again, ignoring the laws of the world and the imprisonment of the so-called real name, Constantine realized that he did not restrain Beria back then, but The king of hell still helped him expel the demons, and even drank the holy water inexplicably obediently.

Constantine could hardly imagine what he would look like if the demon he summoned was like a dream.

Beria saved his soul.

Constantine never dreamed that the heaven he had hoped for never accepted him, but the lord of hell who forgave his soul.

Although he had been in a mess for the past five years and everything was beyond his imagination, he felt the peace of his soul.

It was brought to him by Beria.

Constantine stared into Beria's eyes. If Beria was the incarnation of night, he would feel that such a night would be more appealing to him than the day.He slowly curled the corners of his lips, and said sincerely: "Also, thank you, Beria."

Beria looked at Constantine, and after a while, he suddenly laughed.

It wasn't like the relieved smile when he mentioned his past and his brother that night, nor was it the joking smile when he tossed Constantine on weekdays, but a smile that was full of smiles that went straight to the bottom of his heart.

Constantine was slightly stunned, and immediately, a hand clasped the back of his neck.

The force from the back of his neck made Constantine lower his head, and then he felt a soft touch on his lips.

Belial's black eyes were close in front of him.

Constantine stared blankly at Beria, the place where his lips touched was getting hot.

A smile flashed in Beria's eyes. He rubbed his fingers on the back of Constantine's neck, feeling his shoulders shrunk as if he was afraid of tickle, and the smile in his eyes couldn't help but intensify.

He bit Constantine's lip.

Constantine gasped, and looked at Beria as if he was stupid.The next moment, the sky was spinning, his back was on the round table, and the back of his neck was well protected by Beria's palm.

Bella kissed him.

For the first time, the calm and indifferent appearance was torn apart, revealing the predator-like nature.He pressed Constantine on the round table and kissed him, and even after accidentally biting the corner of Constantine's lips, he sucked two mouthfuls of his blood with great interest.

His mouth was filled with the taste of Constantine, which was more intense and satisfying than the feeling when he bit his neck and left that mark that day.

Dumbfounded for a moment, he missed the initiative and was completely robbed of his breath. By the time Constantine reacted, he was no longer able to compete with Beria.

Constantine's chest heaved more and more, which was a sign that he was about to be kissed by Beria.

But, who can tell him that if an embodied soul is suffocated, will he be suffocated?

Constantine was dumbfounded.

Fortunately, Beria didn't intend to kiss his human being half to death for the first time. After feeling his breathing became more and more rapid, he raised his body slightly and retreated voluntarily.

Konstantin panted heavily with his mouth open, and the small wound on his lips had disappeared, but Beria had no intention of letting him reduce the swelling of his red and swollen lips for a short time.

Beria smiled and pecked the corner of Constantine's mouth.

After taking a few breaths, Constantine swallowed, stared at Beria dissatisfied, and seriously commented: "There is no skill at all."

How could the goal of a kiss be to suffocate the other party, he almost suffocated to death.

Beria raised an eyebrow.

Constantine raised his head and kissed Beria proactively.

At any rate, he still has a few years of experience as a nightclub little prince, so he should teach this inexperienced king of hell how to kiss.Constantine thought seriously, he should fight for sovereignty...sovereignty...right...

Pressing the human beings that he longed for and wanting to grab more on the soft bed, the enchantment silently enveloped the entire room, even if the earthquake and fire in Gotham City did not affect the place in the slightest, Beria rubbed his fingers Standing's flushed face stared into his foggy eyes and murmured, "To be honest, I really don't have much experience with this."

Beria and Lucifer, who entered the hell, have a problem. They have no intention of provoking their own physical desires. They are not sticking to the precepts that were once in heaven, but there is no existence that can arouse their emotions.As for those who are always recommending pillow mats, they are not as good-looking as Lucy. He doesn't even have that kind of desire for Lucy, let alone those demons and witches.

Slapping them to death is not enough to quell the nausea and disgust when they see them recommending themselves as pillow seats.

Beria never thought that he would feel out of control in a human body.

Just marking the side of the neck is not enough.

He wants more.

Shaking his head, Constantine finally recovered from the hypoxic dizziness.He looked at Beria's absolutely suppressed posture and licked his lips.

How should I put it, he now feels particularly like a prey held under the paws of a wild beast.The big guy on the opposite side was thinking about where to start his mouth, and his bare-exposed skin clearly felt the sense of danger that stood on end, but, man, he clearly felt the danger, but he only felt nervous when he was nervous. will be more excited.

"Wow?" Beria raised his eyebrows, looking at Constantine's lower body that reacted.

"It's normal, Beria." Constantine's voice was hoarse, gently plucking like strings, "If I didn't know that you were a fallen angel, I might have been hooked into hell by you at some point. "

Beria leaned over and put his right arm on the side of Constantine's face, while his other hand slowly stroked Constantine's Adam's apple, and said with a light smile, "Is this a compliment?"

Constantine raised his head and said slowly: "This is the greatest compliment." After a pause, Constantine bent his legs and rubbed his knees against Beria's waist, then he said in a serious tone: "I think, my dear Highness Beria, I need a little guidance, and I, John Constantine, would be happy to be the human being who pleases you."

Beria stroking Constantine's Adam's apple, his finger slipped gently, he unbuttoned Constantine's shirt slowly, and said slowly: "There is no need for guidance. I just searched for some information on the Internet, and you know, although The Internet was not so developed 20 years ago, but some things can still be found.”

"What, what?" Konstantin's eyes widened, "Going online?!"

"I can talk to you later." Beria leaned down, put Constantine's lips in his mouth, and murmured, "Now, you just need to enjoy it."

***

Facts have proved that sometimes you really don’t want to reason with the 20-year-old fallen angel, because the fallen angel’s strength alone can make him faint and wake up, no matter how much physical strength he consumes, he can always make up for it in one breath. And focus more on honing various skills on him.

I don't know how long it has passed, and I don't remember how many times my voice has gone from strong to weak to strong. Constantine only knows that he wants to grab Beria's collar and solemnly It should be stated that such a thing is really too much, and he is just an ordinary human being.

"For me, you are not an ordinary human being." Beria pressed the human being firmly in his arms, kissed Constantine's eyes, and said softly: "Besides, you also like it very much, Isn't it?"

Constantine choked, of course he... liked it, and knew Beria wouldn't let him die from something like this.But counting, at least seven times, he really almost thought he was going to die in a love affair, given that the king of hell is always going to be endless.

Although in this case, if a man can't do it, he has to bite the bullet and say yes, but Beria, a fallen angel who obviously just started meat, obviously pushed him to the extreme.

Beria does not belong to fallen angels, he clearly belongs to evil wolves.

Beria laughed, his eyes curled up, and he laughed happily.

He rubbed Constantine's sweaty hair. He unexpectedly didn't hate Constantine's sweaty appearance, probably because when he was sweating, the smell of soul would be like the flowers of hell, which would fascinate the devil , his taste fascinated Beria.

Being entangled in Beria's arms, Beria's chin rubbed against his bare shoulders. Although he didn't intend to continue, Constantine felt that he was still in danger. .

"Sleep, John." Beria kissed Constantine's ear and said, "Of course, if you don't want to sleep, we can continue to do some interesting things."

Tonight, heck, during the day five days ago, I didn’t really press this human being on my body, and Beria never thought that one day I would be interested in the in-depth communication of souls, even obsessed .

Beria’s implication should not be too meaningful. Constantine closed his eyes and closed them tightly. The eyelashes like small brushes were still trembling uncomfortably, and his ear which was kissed by Beria just now The profile is bright red.

Beria bent the corners of her lips, and pulled the man into her arms again.

It seemed that he could understand a little bit why Gabriel was always tired of that human being.

***

Scott Summers was spooked.

Because he opened the kitchen door in the morning, Mr. Constantine, who had not been seen for five consecutive days, still did not appear, but there was an existence in the kitchen that was incompatible with the array of kitchen utensils in the kitchen no matter how he looked at it.

Mr. Beria leaned against the refrigerator with his arms crossed, while all the utensils in the kitchen were working on their own.

Really work on your own!

Scott looked at the kitchen knife floating on the chopping board, cutting the ingredients quickly, watching the faucet swaying left and right to carefully clean his vegetables, and the edge of his body in the frying pan was raised with difficulty, trying to give After flipping the fried egg by himself, Scott swallowed, thinking that he might have strayed into the shooting scene of a large-scale fantasy drama.

Ignoring the human being who was stunned aside, he easily found the recipe from the Internet and applied it freely for the first time. After practicing it for the first time, Beria returned to the guest room with his finished product floating.

Constantine looked at the tasty and delicious breakfast Beria put in front of him as if he had seen a ghost, bit his lip, and said cautiously: "First time?"

Sitting beside Constantine, Beria said softly, "It's true."

"Oops..." Constantine touched his chin and said, "It looks pretty good."

... Well, not only does it look good, but even the taste is a few blocks away from what he makes.

Konstantin relaxed and began to gorge on his breakfast.

He exhausted his energy on the bed, even though Beria's strength could make up for the loss of energy, but when three meals became a habit, even though his body didn't need the extra energy, his stomach was twitching in protest against the master's decision. ignore.

"Eat more." Bellia pushed the coffee towards Constantine's hand with his chin, "You need to replenish your strength, since you don't like me to use strength to restore your body."

There was a sudden pause in the movement of biting the sandwich, and Constantine raised his head abruptly, looked at Beria with unusually sharp eyes, and said in a low voice: "You...you are so active in restoring my strength, don't you still miss that?"

Constantine refused to mention that word, and Beria succeeded in making him feel more psychologically shadowed by that word in five days.

Beria raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you think?"

Constantine put down the half-bitten sandwich without hesitation, and said seriously: "Beria, you have to understand that the world is so beautiful and time is so precious, we shouldn't spend it on the bed." Spreading his hands , "Especially we are all male, uh, male, no matter how much you do, you will not be able to reproduce, and no matter how much you ejaculate, it is a waste."

Constantine, the former little prince of nightclubs, persuaded him earnestly: "Let's save time for business."

"John, Johnnie..." Beria smiled lowly, his eyebrows slightly curved, and he said slowly: "It's hard to imagine that such a thing is actually said by you. Fickle human beings, who has repeatedly emphasized that this is Make-love instead of copulate?"

Constantine: "..."

"Still, you want to emphasize that you are willing to lie under me and let me enter you, it's just a night in your concept of life, well, it's a five-night stand, it's just to relieve the body's desire-desire, not You want me?"

Constantine opened his mouth, and Beria's words were so straightforward that he didn't know what to say.

To make matters worse, Beria stretched out his hand, gently stroking Constantine's face with his long, white fingers, and slid down along the cheekbones. His fingertips lightly touched his jaw, throat, and finally slid to his heart.

Beria lightly tapped Constantine's heart, and whispered softly: "Johnnie, don't try to deceive me, because I always have a way to make you tell the truth."

Constantine's throat moved, and it took him a while to squeeze out a sentence: "Don't call me Johnnie!"

This nickname is so stupid, after ten years old, no one will call him that.

Bella raised her eyebrows.

The corner of Constantine's mouth twitched. How could he have thought that the Lord of Hell had a good temper?

He is clearly dark!

Reluctantly slumping his shoulders, Constantine stretched out his hand to hold Beria's finger on his heart, and said slowly, "It's the latter, not the former."

Beria blinked innocently and said, "What is the latter and the former, Johnnie, what are you talking about?"

"...I want you, it's not a bloody one-night stand, five-night stand." Constantine grabbed Beria's fingers and warned: "Beria, don't push yourself, I... Well!"

"You want me, and I want you too, so what are we waiting for?" Beria firmly pressed the man on the chair, biting his lips.

After the fingers on Beria's shoulders experienced pushback, tightening, and finally embraced unconsciously, Constantine's dazed brain kept echoing the words——

Hell, Beria, lord of hell!

***

It has to be said that Alfred is quite good at taking care of children.Even if it is the Bat family in the future, although the head of the family on the surface is Batman, the uncrowned king of this family is definitely Alfred.Not to mention that Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian are better than a rebellious little guy in front of Alfred, Bruce himself sometimes feels embarrassed when facing Alfred.

Alfred always had a way of taking care of the little ones.

Looking at Alfred who was leading the brown-haired boy for a walk in the garden, Bruce was silent for a moment. He couldn't help wondering whether the MI[-], where Alfred came from, had a special training course for taking care of children.

Alfred didn't know that this child was related to the 30-year contract between Thomas and Martha to stay in the world.Bruce doesn't want to put pressure on Aff, and both he and his parents are grateful for what Aff has done for the family.Even if he fails, Bruce will not cry in guilt and remorse like he used to be at the age of 12, and waste more than ten years in evasion.

Seeing his parents again has been the greatest miracle for Bruce. Although they have their own sad experiences, snuggling together, the wounds are always healing.And when they had to say goodbye, Bruce didn't cry anymore.

He is strong enough.

In the garden, Alfred looked at the brown-haired boy and said gently, "P, the Biology Museum has sent a new batch of spider specimens, do you want to go and see them later?"

Alfred didn't know the child's name, but he always needed a title when getting along. After obtaining the boy's consent, he took the "P" that the boy said from time to time as his name.

The boy nodded, to see.

Alfred stroked the boy's hair. This little guy had an extraordinary interest in spiders.

He didn't know why the old lady wanted to know what the child wanted most, but because of the keenness of the agent, he vaguely sensed that it might have something to do with it.He took care of the child with all his heart, partly because he wanted to help the old man and his wife, and partly because he felt sorry for this child who had forgotten the past.

The boy held Alfred's hand and came to the room where various spider specimens were placed.

The boy's eyes lingered over the various specimens, and finally settled on a spider with blue chelicerae and appendages and a red carapace.

The boy's eyes lit up suddenly, he stretched out his hand, touched the spider red carapace carefully, and shouted crisply: "P, Pete!"

Alfred was slightly taken aback, the "P" that the boy kept calling, could it be the spider's name?

The boy gently pushed the red and blue spider, and kept shouting: "P, Pete, get up, get up, get up! I, I protect, protect you, black hates, green hates, protect, protect you, Protect!"

Alfred frowned quickly, but he quickly leaned over.The elder put his hand on the boy's shoulder and said slowly: "P, what do you want, tell Afu slowly, don't worry."

Tears welled up in the boy's eyes, and the light brown eyes were full of helplessness.He stretched out his hands to hold the spider, and said anxiously: "P is in danger, he is injured and immobile, save him, save him."

"P..."

"Save him, I'll save him..." the boy muttered, the expression on his face changed again and again, and there was a look of madness in his eyes.His hands began to tremble, and his jerky sentences became smoother.

"P!" Alfred exerted a little force on his palm, trying to appease the boy who was clearly trapped in his own world.However, at the next moment, there was a strong force under his palm, which made him take three steps back involuntarily.

Then, Alfred found that compared to everything around him, he was already very friendly just being shaken away.

The author has something to say: #818Spicy master of black magic who almost doubts life#

Konstantin: I thought I was just apologizing and thanking you?

Beria: Uh huh.

Konstantin: But how did they kiss after that?

Beria: Don't like it?

Constantine: ...well, I like it very much.

Beria: There are always human beings tempting me, it's so normal that I can't hold back~

Constantine: I tricked you into drinking sulfuric acid, no, it was holy water, how is your stomach?

Beria: Want to hear the truth?

Constantine: ...

Beria: No pain or itching, just a sense of rejection, driving me to hell in a hurry.Of course, that's because I'm special. If you trick other fallen angels into drinking...Johnnie, I will protect you.

***

A certain fallen angel and a certain human being had a tacit understanding before, and Beria couldn’t hold back, so he moved his claws~ Constantine couldn’t hold back, so he clawed back→_→Wait, is there something wrong with this statement? ==

John, Johnnie, it would be weird to translate it into Johnny. Johnny reminds me of Thunderbolt, so this nickname will not be translated.