Morin paused, thinking carefully.
Wasn't that the same angel?
The one who, back when Morin first summoned the Gate of Heaven, had tried every trick imaginable from the other side to coax him into opening it?
"Brother, remember me?" Morin greeted cheerfully, one hand resting on the door.
"Holy crap, it's you!" the angel on the other side blurted out, clearly stunned.
"I'm honored you remember me," Morin said sincerely. Very sincerely.
"Cut the act! I haven't even settled accounts with you for letting a bunch of Hell demons in last time!" the angel snapped. "And now you splash me with cheap, knock-off bathwater? Have some decency! Heaven isn't a garbage dump! Don't throw everything in here, you bastard!"
"How could that be?" Morin replied calmly. "You know my character. I always tell the truth. Besides, didn't those demons help you boost your performance metrics?"
"That's your excuse for letting Mephisto himself in?!"
"But you handled it in the end, didn't you?" Morin said earnestly. "Problem solved, everyone safe. That counts as merit. Logically speaking, shouldn't you be thanking me?"
"Oh, I should thank you," the angel sneered. "Tell you what-open the door. I'll personally award you Heaven's highest honor medal. Guaranteed six-winged Archangel after death. How about it?"
"Cough... cough..." Morin waved it off. "No interest. I don't like wings. Makes me want to tear them off and grill them."
"...So no reward?"
"There is! Making Mephisto lose face and a chunk of his power is something even Archangels haven't pulled off," the angel said sincerely. "The Lord has decided to grant you the power and honor of a six-winged Archangel. Just open the door and accept the blessing!"
"I don't think I deserve such honor for such a small contribution," Morin replied righteously. "Just tell me-what do you mean by 'cheap, knock-off bathwater'?"
"Oh, that?" the angel said casually. "It's the holy baptism water from weaker Heavens. Not as strong as ours. I usually use it for bathing."
"The universe is big. Lots of universes. Lots of Heavens. Lots of Gods. Some big, some small. Small ones cover a single universe or galaxy. Big ones cover multiverses or more."
"Judging by the temperature and quality of what you splashed just now... it's probably from a single-universe or galaxy-level Heaven."
Morin understood.
Meaning-
This Heaven wasn't strong.
Which made sense. Gabriel, an Archangel and head angel, couldn't even resist Morin. There was nothing more to say.
As for there being many Gods and Heavens, strong and weak-
Morin accepted it easily.
That was how it should be.
But that meant something else.
The Heaven connected to the Gate of Heaven formed by the angel mark on his hand was definitely not weak.
A "big" one.
Multiverse-level?
DC?
Marvel?
How strong was it?
Morin didn't know.
And now wasn't the time to find out.
He had what he needed.
The rest could wait.
The Gate of Heaven began to close.
"Hey! Hey! What are you doing?!" the angel shouted, voice fading. "Don't use the Gate of Heaven like a trash chute and throw it away! Open it! I can help clean up the mess over there-!"
The voice vanished.
The gate dissipated.
"Impossible..." Gabriel muttered, shaking his head violently. "Heretic! You seek to shake my faith!"
He roared and charged.
"I thought you were a human standing too high to see the ground," Morin said calmly, catching Gabriel's punch. He didn't move back an inch. "Turns out you're not that high at all. Arrogant. Short-sighted."
Morin's body was already connected to Earth's entire magnetic field.
Unless Gabriel could shake the planet itself, physical attacks were meaningless.
Another day of criticizing Magneto.
Give him the power, and he doesn't know how to use it.
"Alright," Morin said, slamming Gabriel into the ground. "Tell your boss to come out."
"Or should I tear your wings off and grill them while I wait?"
"How... do you know?" Gabriel struggled, dragging himself out of the crater. His wings drooped, holy light flickering weakly.
"I don't believe for a second your so-called omniscient God hasn't noticed this," Morin said, floating down. "If He were waiting for a critical moment, you wouldn't still be drawing power from Heaven."
"Tell me your real purpose."
"Or let your boss talk to me personally."
Morin had never assumed the Constantine world would follow the original plot.
Even without his involvement, it wouldn't.
The starting point itself had changed.
The Sorcerer Supreme asked for help.
That alone guaranteed divergence.
"Wishful thinking," Gabriel sneered. "Filthy human, relying on the talent the Lord-"
He didn't finish.
Morin grabbed his throat.
"I got here because of my own talent," Morin said evenly. "And a tiny bit of external assistance."
"Your God contributed nothing."
With that, Morin smashed Gabriel into the ground and lifted him by one arm.
Then began a full-on Hulk Smash.
Explosions echoed.
The ground cracked.
Roads collapsed.
Concrete compacted into solid slabs.
For a being who despised humanity, Morin felt no mercy.
And that familiar face...
It only made him swing harder.
"That's for looking down on humanity!"
"That's for treating humans like pets!"
"That's for selling Earth to demons!"
"That's for acting superior!"
"That's for leaving messes behind!"
"That's for running away!"
"That's for-"
"Stop!" Gabriel roared, detonating all his remaining power and forcing Morin back. His armor shattered. His wings bent at a grotesque angle, trembling.
"Human! I may not defeat you, but that doesn't mean you can invent crimes! I am the Archangel Gabriel-"
BANG!
Morin appeared beside him and slammed him down again.
Gabriel went limp.
"I should apologize," Morin said, spreading his hands. "I vented some frustration."
"...But even without that, I still would've hit you."
Morin looked up at the sky.
"So? Supreme being. What's your answer?"
"Tell me the truth."
"Or watch me grill the most excellent angel by your side."
"...Haha. Sorry. Professional habit."
"No laughing unless I really can't help it."
"Or maybe I'll eat some wings. Big ones. Tough. Probably chewy. Constant holy baptism-pure meat. No need to blanch."
Silence.
No response.
"...I'll take that as consent," Morin nodded.
He snapped his fingers.
Gabriel floated up, unconscious, following him.
Then-
He dropped.
"Wow," Morin raised an eyebrow. "Gravity."
"Nice move, supreme power."
"Now I wonder..."
"Which of the four fundamental forces is stronger?"
Gabriel rose again.
Then descended.
Then rose.
The world went quiet.
Only Gabriel moved.
A simple motion-
Hiding a clash between gravity and electromagnetism.
Between a human and a God.
Space trembled.
Buildings collapsed outward.
"Is this your limit?" Morin smiled coldly.
The city-wide array flashed.
Tony, Constantine, and Angela vanished.
Morin released the electromagnetic protection.
He could resist the gravity.
He just chose not to.
The invisible force exploded outward.
Millions of times normal gravity.
Buildings flattened instantly.
A hundred-meter tower became a one-meter slab.
Dust couldn't rise.
Half-demons vanished.
Half-angels vanished.
Only Morin and Gabriel remained.
"Perhaps I should introduce myself," Morin said calmly.
"I am Morin Evans."
"Sorcerer Supreme."
"Guardian of humanity."
Green light bloomed on his left hand.
A twelve-node array spun counter-clockwise.
Above the city, a colossal matching array appeared.
When a clock turns backward-
Time rewinds.
An invisible power enveloped everything.
The devastation shattered into particles.
Dust reassembled.
Heat flowed backward.
Chemical reactions reversed.
Like a video playing in reverse.
Twelve seconds later-
"As you can see," Morin bowed slightly.
"Respected, supreme Lord."
"Welcome to my main battlefield."
"The Time Loop."
This was the Sorcerer Supreme's most shameless ability.
Without equal power, breaking it was nearly impossible.
Dormammu learned that lesson the hard way.
And Morin was no weaker.
This spell-
This trump card-
Was aimed at Heaven.
At God.
Play however you want.
Just don't joke about a Sorcerer Supreme's combat power.
If they can't beat you-
They'll grind you down until you surrender.