Alan is shining blue light over the second-. The only Demon Constantine, the man's dozens of visible small injuries knitting back together. His eyes are open, but I'm not sure how much he's taking in.
"-ting."
Yeah, he's been mind-whammied
hard. I'm guessing Quinn poured the whole
bottle of Anti-Life Flava-Aid down his metaphysical throat...
I pull and push, restoring the link between Demon John and Original John's desires in the Honden with one thought and trying to drag Quinn's desires out of his soul.
A golden ripple passes over his body. I can sort of feel his desires, see their shape, they're still there, but some sort of spell is preventing me from touching them.
Ooh, pulling a cut and paste on Quinn's desire network? Pity he expected that, and made sure you couldn't disable him
that way...
"John Quinn!"
The red light is extinguished like a blown-out candle, causing the shield to begin to diffuse into the air, smaller components spreading out. I focus fire immediately, but-.
Oh, boy, the Doctor is
pissed. And he knows how to break Chaos-based defences, I see.
A golden glow and the barrier-components lengthen, hexagon-ended octahedral barriers forming an overlapping protective barrier, each one with a tiny crimson flame inside it.
"Anti-Life! Explain!"
I see Quinn's gotten the hang of lightly mixing Order and Chaos, at least, so this won't be a
complete waste of time for John.
Sanderson takes charge of Demon John while Alan manoeuvres up and around, trying to flank Quinn.
"The universe and all its people disgust me."
One Wizard of Order and Chaos versus an angry
Life-fuelled Wizard and two Lanterns? Not the best odds, but I get the feeling Quinn won't go down
that easily.
Oh sugar, is he not infected? I mean, given that Belle Reve never reported The Demon Constantine missing I'd guess that he was switched over very quickly. It wasn't just 'these parts of John's character could be a problem, best be sure', it was something else?
"Why?! You are more-!"
For all we know, some lingering part of Nabu's thoughts are still
lurking in the helmet, and that's what's driving him batty.
Purple clouds bubble up from the Dream-discharge below us, enveloping Dr. Mist!
"Doc!"
Oh, that's
bad. I'm betting that's almost a weaponised form of the Dream Storm...
Sanderson throws sand at the swelling pseudo storm, causing it to collapse back down and reveal an.. injured Dr. Balewa, clothes burned and skin slightly melted. Or not melted, but exposed to enough raw conceptual anarchy that it wore away at him in a similar fashion.
"Sandman, can you-"
...
Ow.

Looks like it's just as effective as the
wild version.
Painfully aware that my reserves of mage slayer rounds are not unlimited, I switch them out for solid rounds and crumblers. Those-. Do nothing that I can see, which makes sense as an Order wizard of his level should be able to block physical force by altering the application of the relevant physical laws. Alright then, how about
masers?
"-
do something about-"
You've really got to learn how to make your own anti-magic rounds, OL. I suppose you'll manage it
someday.
The first beam does actually get through, impacting on his blue and gold body armour and achieving nothing of note. The second beam hits a shield as the red flame inside flickers and gets effortlessly absorbed. I try firing a solid shot at another shield at the same time as a maser beam just in case this spell works on one type of attack at a time, but no such luck. That should be consuming more of his reserves, but I'm starting to feel that him solving the Order-Chaos dialectic might have made his spell casting super-efficient. In which case-
To quote Captain America: "I can do this all day." Not great when you're on the
opposite side of that, though.
"-that?"
Never a fan of my technical precision, Alan adopts a brute force approach, hitting Quinn with a construct battering ram which merely causes a new shield to become visible, and then with a swamp of boxing gloves which hit every single shield he can see again and again and again in the hope that if he punches them enough then they have to go down eventually.
Problem is, that kind of thing burns a lot of charge quickly, no matter how hopeful you are. He can't keep that up, and the second he stops...
Quinn turns his head slightly in that direction and every single one evaporates in a waves of gold-red flame.
"I'll try!"
...Quinn's uber-hax will steamroll him into a wall... This is probably going to be a puzzle boss, not a stomp.
Sanderson shifts to sand form, appearing to absorb spare Dream sand as he travels 'down' from our position. Quinn points his free hand in that direction, but while the Order crystals so far enveloped by the miniature Dream storm strain and force it back a
little all Sanderson needs to do to counter that is spread himself out a little. That should give him an override on what dreams occur there.
Dreams.
Morpheus' blessing may well prove vital to solving this riddle. How
lucky...
"Sandman, dream us up something-."
Quinn stares at me, and then a golden box forms next to me. I slam a construct drill into it, but it stays solid.
Well, shit. Looks like he's pulled too much aggro. And now Quinn's focused on him.
"He was right. Caging you-"
And the box is the universe, and like the Monkey King couldn't escape the lap of Buddha I find it surrounding me with no way out!
"-is simple."
Well, at least you're tasteful enough not to piss on one of the pillars, like Sun Wukong, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, did.
I try to fly away, but unlike Faust Quinn knows what he's doing!
This is how genies feel, isn't it?
"Phenomenal Cosmic
Power! ...Itty-bitty living space." Good thing OL's not as easy to pin down.
Right then. Mage slayer the boundary layer, and-.
Wait.
Right, something
metaphysical is happening. Looks like Quinn went right past the meaty outer shell for the sweet orange-flavoured soul inside.
I look at myself and realise that I just left my body behind.
I'm snake-shaped again. I'm so close to being an arcane life form that a ghost trap can suck me out of my body regardless of my tattoos and ward. That's… A worry for another day.
On the other hand, that's a good thing in
some respects. At least it's harder to keep you dead.
The mage slayer I fired is still travelling through apparently infinite space. Access to the Honden… No. Radio? No.
Alright then. FEED ME! You think combining Order and Chaos is impressive?! I'll combine them IN MY BELLY!
Eating the cage from the inside out. That's a clever trick.
The golden universe around me shudders, gold light precipitating out of empty space and flowing into me, though since I'm not an idiot I make sure to process it into orange light as it passes my snake lips. Just another Fate to DIGEST!
Flickers of red light all around me, the structure shimmering as I feed. I think I'm pulling enough power out of the structure that it's weakening. That's teach you not to lock up a genie with a tin opener!
Just be careful. You might be able to swallow it, but too much rich food might still give you a gut-ache.
The box collapses in front of me, and I get half a second of seeing my armour from the outside before I'm opening my eyes back in my own body. Alan's stuck me on a bio-bed construct to keep me out of the way, but I fly off at once and exhale at Quinn, a ray of manifested avarice flying from the front of my armour and slamming into his shield spell! They actually buckle, cracking and fracturing into tiny motes of energy!
A swirling red disk intercepts my shot before it can hit home, orange energy intermixing with-.
Nice, turning his own power back on him, with a little orange zest added in.
FEED ME!
Intermixing with the red and then absorbing it, expanding outward to envelop Quinn! He brings his sceptre to bear in a parrying motion, the head flaring gold as he strikes! The orange bomb holds for a moment, then shrivels and vanishes.
Oooh, do I see a weak point? I bet that sceptre's helping him hold things in balance.
Then he points the sceptre at me.
"Oi!"
Demon John pulls himself up over the lip of a platform circling the upper part of the room.
Ah, good, he's up and about. Let's see what
he can contribute.
"What was that about?"
"I seek the beautiful purity of Anti-Life, but I'm immune. I wanted to infect you so that when we merged we would still be a part of it."
...Huh. Wonder why he's immune. Because he's a broken wreck of half a Constantine? Or something to do with the Helmet, perhaps.
And then I see Dr. Mist just behind him, the central shaft of the chamber coming apart under the effect of his magic as one of Demon John's eyes glows red while the other glows gold.
"Well that's just fucked up, mate."
In more ways than one...