Staff Of All Things VIII

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Chapter 81: Staff Of All Things VIII

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Ian took his time, giving his mind plenty of time to clear up before eyeing the scammer weirdly, "I found an angel... Five books a case."

"..." Constantine remained speechless for a while before mumbling unsurely, "One book?"

"No. I'm constantly risking my life in every case. I mean, you're really not courteous in throwing me to the wolves every time, and it works every time. Do you realize how much easier I made your life be?"

"..." Constantine looked defeated, but still made one last attempt, "Two books?"

Ian rolled his eyes at the man's strange behavior before assuming, "Could it be that you don't have many books left? Makes sense, I guess. Alright, I'll humor you, and accept two books a case."

He then turned his attention to the girl who couldn't take her eyes off him, "Hi, mind being a dear and bring me my robes. Those please,"

"Ah, yea..." The girl hurriedly complied, her nervousness apparent to all. Constantine on the other hand just shook his head at her antics before introducing her, "She's Zed Martin, a gifted person I should say. She will be helping us in our cases from now on."

Ian smiled as he took the robe and put it on. He tied it tightly before standing up from the blanket, "Gifted?"

"A psychic of sorts, why don't you show him what you can do?"

The woman seemed to be in her mid-twenties, yet she was acting like a teenager who has a crush. She was still a grown-up though, so she regained her calm sooner than later, and guided her hands to touch his cheeks while glimpsing into his eyes, quite the intimate movement.

"..." Constantine looked at the scene strangely, his mouth opening and closing, but he still said nothing. He could almost swear she doesn't need to do that to use her gift.

"I can see something. I can not see you... All I can see is mist. Someone was speaking, a woman's voice. She wants you to stop... Stop... Stop dying."

Zed seemed to be in a trance. Words were coming out of her mouth without her even knowing it, almost as if she was controlled.

She slowly got her wits back, regaining clarity, "I... That's not usually how I see things. I don't know what happened," Zed turned her attention to Constantine, giving him a questioning look, "I also can't feel his emotions."

Ian narrowed his eyes, in a contemplative state. He certainly doesn't remember the girl before him despite knowing a lot about Constantine's famous experiences.

"I can sometimes see the future, and feel others' emotions through skin contact." Zed cleared whatever doubts he had and added, "I just don't know if what I saw and heard is a precognition because I don't usually hear stuff, I just see."

"Well, that's interesting. Anyway, we have an angel to help. Also, welcome to the team."

His attempt at changing the subject didn't go unnoticed, but Zed still smiled brightly and shook his hands, "Thank you."

The trio made their way to another room where they found the said angel, and they were soon joined by Raven who was awakened by the noise.

"What do you think?" Ian wondered.

"Well, she's certainly an angel. It's not an illusion, but I still need to do a little investigation."

That he did with the help of Zed while Raven to the side clearly expressed her stance on the subject, convincing the demonologist to hand her the feather.

Constantine of course wasn't so easy to convince. Only his investigation was able to convince him. What sealed the deal was Zed sensing the angel's emotions, and nodding to Constantine, "She's fearful, hopeful, and seem to be indignant, not sure... Nothing alarming though."

"I see," Constantine stroked his chin while eyeing the angel, making her nervous. However, he did find it in his heart somehow to be considerate as he instructed Zed to hand her the feather.

A sly smile instantly surfaced on the angel's face, Imogen. The moment she touched the feather, it flew back and merged into its rightful place.

Imogen's sudden change seemed to surprise everyone in the room, as they became vigilant, especially after her blaring laughter spread through the place, laughter of clear craftiness.

She didn't seem so weak and pitful anymore. She was regaining her power as her wings became complete, and only then did they show their true color. Instead of the fabulous white wings, they were now dark and sinister.

"Watch out! She's a foocking fallen angel!" Constantine warned with what looked like nervousness?

Imogen however chose to be wise. She started flying away, towards the window, intending to leave the place, and leaving the group with a venomous promise, "Oh, don't worry! I'll be back, and you'll regret your words."

Her powers were after all still recovering despite acquiring the feather, so she couldn't take the chance against a bunch of magicians, especially after seeing what Raven can do.

Imogen's flight however was short-lived. Her speed was incredibly fast, looking almost like a blur, so when she slammed into what felt like an invisible barrier, she naturally felt dizzy, almost losing consciousness.

Constantine quit his act right there and then, "Ian! Be a meatshield! Zed retreat!" While giving orders, he couldn't help but notice Ian not looking surprised, instead, he was discreetly glancing at the seething Raven.

'I see. Was he teaching her a lesson? So he must've known, or at least had his suspicions... He's too dangerous... But also too useful.'

He noted as he looked at Ian who was seemingly jumping to his death, achieving some superhuman level of speed before kicking the still dizzy angel against the wall again.

Imogen's anger flared through the rough. All of her resentment, and hatred were released specifically at Ian. The rude Ant before her not only treated her disrespectfully but also dared to hit her.

The angel's wrath was released in all of its glory, and she flapped her wings, and with a hiss! flew towards Ian like a missile, sending both of them crashing into the wall behind him, debris scattering all around.

Zed noticed nothing. She had a look of worry on her face as she ran toward the crash incident, and the same was especially for Raven, but Constantine, he noticed something.

Constantine saw it, it was vague, but he saw it, and indeed, what he saw wasn't merely in his imagination. He canceled the spell he was preparing and ran towards Ian, finding him lying on the ground while groaning in pain.

But his eyes weren't on that, but on what was in Ian's hands, the spear-like staff. The interesting part about it was that the staff was inside Imogen's abdomen, basically destroying a large portion of her waist.

'He brought the staff from his pocket dimension at the last minute, and she basically dived right into it... She couldn't stop with such speed, and with how irrational she was... Was he planning on angering her from the start? Was it his plan all along? Moreover, the staff looks a bit different?'

All of Constantine's doubts were thrown out of the window as he sensed a burst of destructive magical energy, bursting right beside him, "What're y?! Sto..."

Alas, he was too late. Raven unleashed her most destructive move in what looked like a collection of anger and fear. The angel was still alive, a bit distraught, but still alive, so Raven took it upon herself to eliminate her.

The magical shockwave almost instantly hit the Angel, obliterating her from existence in an instant.

"Just wh..." Constantine was about to complain but Zed to the side stopped him and shook her head. The two merely watched as Raven who now looks a bit feeble ran to Ian with obvious concern and anxiety, her eyes on the brink of tearing up.

"It's alright, I'm fine," Ian muttered as he took a deep breath, trying to get on his feet.

"Stupid..." Raven softly murmured and didn't take a no for an answer, in fact, she didn't ask for permission but just used her telekinesis to lift him up and took him to his bed.

Constantine let out a sigh before walking out with Zed. The barrier was something he prepared before even entering the hotel room, just in case. It was not just a physical barrier, but also a sound isolator, lessening the trouble and annoyance they may face with all that noise.

His experience told him that an angel shouldn't be in such a state unless some special circumstances took place, and very few angels are so kind as to hand out basically their power to someone else.

From the very start, Constantine's goal was to let the angel show her true colors herself and let Ian be a meatshield while he prepares a spell that will activate another spell he constructed beforehand around the hotel room.

"Stop it hurts!"

"It hurts huh?! Then how about I make it hurt even more! Why didn't you tell me you'll get hurt in the act huh!!?" Raven's fuming yells thundered throughout the hotel room, gentle fists raining on Ian's chest.

"I mean, it doesn't hurt that bad, but thank you for your concern." A gentle smile surfaced on his face as he reached out to stroke her hair, unfortunately, she dashed away with a pout.

"I don't care! I just... I just... Hate acting, yeah that's it!"

"Hehe, so silly..."

An act? Was it all an act? What happened that even Constantine didn't notice, and what is Ian's goal in all of this?

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