Chapter 5 - Enchanted Duct Tape

Chapter 5

Los Angeles

John and Lucifer were drinking, thinking about their first course of action in the morning on their search for the Doors Of Death. "Are you sure my magic will be enough to banish these creatures back to Tarturus?" Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Yes John, because it's either that or I'm just going to have to punch them real hard. If you want though, we could take my brother."

The blonde shook his head. "One fallen angel is enough angels for me." Lucifer smirked, "Thought so. Anyways, so the Doors stay in one place for about a week, it's already been four days counting today, so we have to start searching Los Angeles first thing in the morning. After we find a way to stop the Doors from working, we need to track down anything that managed to come to this world and send them back to their Hell."

"How exactly are we going to stop the bloody Doors from working?" The Devil shrugged, "I'm not sure, magic?"

The mystic sighed, "We'll figure it out in the morning. Wake me up when you get ready to leave. I'm taking the couch by the way." And with that, John went to the couch and promptly passed out.

That left Lucifer alone with his own thoughts. This was Tartarus, and he knew of one other he could try and talk to. Only problem, he never actually met her and he's not sure how he would convince her to not try and kill him if he showed her his devils face. He of course was talking about Diana of Themyscira.

He shook his head and stood up. He didn't need her, him and John should be enough to stop anything to come through those doors, he doesn't need a Greek Demigoddes.

And with that, he went to bed, unsure of what was to come.

The next morning

Lucifer and John were driving through LA, Lucifer claiming he was following the 'Felling of Hell' but John wasn't so sure.

"Are you sure you're going the right way? It looks like we're going to the beach." Lucifer glared at him. "Of course were going the right way. The doors are this way, either that or a really powerful demon escaped and is at the beach." The mystic still seemed weary, especially when the parked and started walking along the coast.

"Yeah mate, I'm not sure what feeling you had, but there doesn't seem to be anything here except sand and water."

The devil grinned a devilish grin and looked at Constantine, "Are you sure about that?" Pointing ahead to what looked like a pair of elevator doors, just sitting on the sand up ahead. "No bloody way," the mystic couldn't keep his look of disbelief off his face as the got closer to the elevator that didn't seem to lead anywhere.

The Doors were black and silver, with intricate designs on them. There was a button on the door with no markings, but they could only assume it was to go down. Hell was supposed to be down anyways, that is. As John was starting at it, Lucifer turned to him. "Right, we found the doors, now do your thingy, we don't want anymore creatures roaming the Earth now do we?"

John shrugged, "I'm not sure what to do exactly. You can practically fill the power radiating off this thing. I could try to banish the Doors, but I don't think that would even work."

Lucifer just stared at the man. "Well that's just useless! No, we have to figure out a way to keep them from opening again."

"We could get some magic duct tape?"

"Brilliant idea!"

"I was kidding Lucy," John facepalmed.

"We can't just enchant duct tape to never break and slap them on those bad boys? A shame, that'd make everything so simple."

John pondered that, "Well actually, maybe that could work. Do you have any duct tape?"

Lucy widened his eyes in horror, "John, my sweet dear Johnny boy, do I look like I would just keep duct tape on me?! I mean, where would I even put it? And it doesn't go with anything either!"

The blond mystic rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Typical, should have figured. Anyways, now that we know where the Doors are, we could go get some and come back, enchant it and slap them on these bad boys. Hehe, who knew, duct tape really does fix everything."

Lucifer shook his head, "Uh, no. You will get the Duct tape, I'll wait here with the Doors In case anything were to happen. Now, run along. The quicker, the better."

"You going to let me drive your car then?"

"My Dad no! Call an Uber or something. That car is one of a kind."

Then they heard something, and both looked over towards the elevator. The doors were being forced open by a figure in a cloak, his two hands pushing the Doors apart until they were finally open. The figure was wearing a brown jacket over a black cloak, and he had raven black hair, a beach tan and sea green eyes. The two looked on in shock as he finally got the Doors opened and stumbled outside, a cat on his shoulder and a black dog the size of a pit bull at his heels.

The figure seemed to ignore the two dumbstruck people a few yards away. He looked up at the sun, then look over to his left at the Pacific. He took a deep breath, and started laughing.

"I did it! I finally did it! I made it out!" He continued laughing to the point where it got creepy. He was about to walk towards the ocean when Lucifer called out to him.

"Uh, excuse me, Mr. I Just Returned from Hell. We can't let you leave." The man stopped and turned towards the two, apparently noticing them for the first time.

He studied them before speaking, "Hm, weird. A mortal," gesturing over to John, then looking over at Lucifer. "And... whatever it is you are. Just let me be and this doesn't have to get ugly."

Lucifer looked offended. "Whatever I am?! I'm the bloody Devil you ignorant fool! And you will return back into those doors this instant!"

The man was silent for a minute before he rolled his eyes. "Just my luck," he muttered before walking closer to the two. They could tell he had an aura of power, and they didn't know what to do. "Look, I'm in a bad mood. I finally escaped that hellish place and I want some food, real gods dammed food. Then I want a shower. A nice cold shower. And you guys are in my way. So move."

The two stayed still and John just looked at Lucifer and shrugged. The devil smirked and stepped forward, leaning closer to the sea green eyed man. "How about this, tell me what you want truly desire?" The definitely caught the man off guard.

"Uh, didn't I just tell you? Pretty sure I just told you, food and shower. You sure you're the Devil? Aren't you supposed to be like half goat or something?"

"Oh that it! You asked for it!" Lucifer took out one of Mazekine's demon knifes and plunged it into the mans chest, only for it to not penetrate his skin. He smirked before his eyes began to darken, the cat on his shoulder and the dog both running away. John and Lucifer looked at each other confused until he took a few steps back. He raised his hand, and out of nowhere a trident appeared. The trident was silver and sea green, with a blue jewel right underneath the middle prong. The tips of the trident cackled with electricity.

He spoke, but when he spoke his voice had a deadly undertone to it. "This was a gift from my father and brother. I never really got to use it before I went to the Pit, but now is the perfect time." All of a sudden, the sky began to darken, lightning flashed over head and the winds picked up. The waves of the sea began thrashing about violently. He pointed the trident at Lucifer, "I gave you a chance to let me walk away. Now, what comes next is your doing. Didn't anyone ever tell you not to fight a son of Poseidon by the ocean?" He smirked and got into a fighting stance.

Lucifer looked at John with wide eyes. "Don't just stand there, do some magic or something!"

John nodded and ran off a little ways before he started chanting. Lucifer faced back towards the strange man and raised his arms. "I don't know what you are, but you will not take Los Angeles today, demon!" The man faltered a bit, "LA?" He looked over towards the city and widened his eyes. "It looks the same, how?" He then turned towards Lucifer. "What year is it!"

Lucifer dropped his hands to his side and stared at the man dumbly. "Uh, 2020? Why?"

"Only eight years passed here? Maybe... it doesn't matter. You're still in my way." And with that he pointed the trident at the Ocean, and thousands of gallons of water instantly floated into the air, and he hurled it at the so called Devil. He smirked triumphantly before something tapped him on his shoulder. He turned around and there was Lucifer, wings out smirking. "Ya missed me," before throwing a hard right hook at the man, sending him back flying.

The man hit the ground with a loud thud and Lucifer looked over at Constantine, "Thanks for the assist Johnny. I didn't almost drown just now. John stopped chanting and raised two fists with glowing sigils on them. "Um, Lucy..."

The devil turned around to see a body being formed out of water. Within a second, the man was back in front of the devil with an evil grin on his face. "My turn." Quicker than they could process what happened, the devil was flying back several hindered feet, hitting the ground rolling. The man then turned to Constantine.

"You are just a mortal, I mean you no harm. Let me go and this will be over."

Constantine shook his head, "As much as I enjoyed watching you throw Lucy there like a rag doll, I'm afraid I can't let you do that." And with that he charged the mysterious man, but before he knew what happened, the man was in front of him, black and gold sword at his neck replacing the trident.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Oh he's sure," the man tried to turn around but Lucifer grabbed him around his torso and flew up and over the city. As he got several thousand feet into the air, he attempted to drop the self proclaimed 'Son of Poseidon' but when he let go the man seemingly floated in place. He then laughed out loud, "I didn't know if that would work!" His face then turned serious as he looked at the Devil right in front of him. "You're dead."

As he moved a finger around seemingly randomly in the sky, the water molecules started to wrap around the Devil's neck and choke him out. Lucifer, starting to realize the caliber of opponent he was facing, quickly dove towards the man and tried to unleash a hellish fury of punches on him, over and over right to the dome.

This caused the mans concentration to stop for a second, until he got his bearings back, caught the next punch and flipped Lucifer over to where the man was now on top of him as they were falling from the sky. He then flicked his wrist and the black and gold sword appeared in his hands, and he attempted to bring it down on the devils chest. Lucifer however saw that coming as he spread his wings to abruptly stop their fall, causing the man to lose his balance on top of the devil. Lucifer then used his own momentum against him as he grasped his cloak and yanked the man over his head. Twisting in mid-aid to slow his fall, he saw the man about to hit the ground until the ocean shot up and wrapped around him, setting him gently on the sand below.

Lucifer landed in front of him, dumbfounded. "What the Hell are you?"

The man slowly started turning into sea mist from the feet up. "You were a great opponent, I hope we fight again soon, but like I said, I'm pretty dam hungry at the moment. But I'll enlighten you before I go. I am the Retriever of Zeus' Master Bolt, slayer of the Minotaur, defeater of Ares, Retriever of the Golden Fleece. I am the one who withstood the Titan's Curse, I am the only man the man hatting goddess respects. I brought down the Labyrinth, am the defeater of Iapetus and Hyperion and I am the Bane of Kronos. I and the retriever of the Legions golden standard, Praetor of New Rome, one of the seven of the great prophecy. I defeated the twin giants, and I defeated Victory. I am the Bane of Giants, and the Bane of Gaea. I am the two time savior of Olympus. I survived Tartarus twice. I was the most powerful demigod to ever live, The Son of Poseidon, Prince of Seas, the heir to his throne." His body was almost all mist when he started talking one last time.

"I'm Percy Fucking Jackson."