Experience Tumblr Like Never Before
[pt.1] [sketch]
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Constantine warned them that the creatures of the Infinite Realms behaved on a logic of their own.
Never trust your senses.
When the time came for them to ask for help, nobody knew what to expect.
Or, you know, what not to expect.
The summoning ritual itself was weird enough.
Powdered milk for the circle; hard candy, glass beads, and buttons as catalysts, and… real butterflies as offerings.
The chant was even weirder, a nonsensical poetry made from several languages.
When they finished chanting, reality warped inside the circle, as an incomprehensible mass was taking form.
A kid.
Sure, he looked absolutely manic, but a kid.
“What in every sensational?! It hasn’t been flesh in a long time!”
He exclaimed.
There was a beat of silence, long enough to irritate the being.
“You flesh! Earn your keep!”
The kid emoted in an exaggerated way.
His white hair reached the floor, creating a cupola around him. His toxic-green eyes shined like those of a cat, with his pupils so small, they started to doubt he could actually see anything.
His teeth were always exposed, even if he wasn’t talking, and he was wearing what looked like a hazmat suit, too big for the scrawny body.
He was floating a few inches from the ground and didn’t seem to stop moving, always rocking from side to side.
“I uh… hi?
Barry tried to start the conversation.
They needed help with a strange artifact that fell from the Infinite Realms, and apparently, he was one of a few beings that didn’t need a blood sacrifice to be called.
The being lighted up (literally) when Flesh spoke up, his smile widening even more.
“Ho, ho! Oh, where has your poor stomach been? Is it gone, or cat’s got your tongue?”
There was another beat of silence.
“What?”
The being huffed, shaking his head.
At this point, Constantine groaned and stepped forward.
“I hate this part…”
He murmured, before clearing his throat and looking at the kid.
Then, in the whiniest voice a grown man can muster, he exclaimed:
“I don’t believe it, this is rich, it’s rich!”
Oh.
Everybody was too stunned to speak, as Constantine was trying to emote just as much as the kid.
The being nodded, seemingly agreeing.
“But hasn’t this been enough already? Bring out the loot”
Constantine turned around, giving the kid the jar of live butterflies they got.
The being unscrewed the lid and started to eat them out of the jar like chips.
The heroes looked a mixture of weirded out and horrified.
On the other hand, the kid looked pleased.
“Ah, nothing better than a cup of Joe in the morning”
It was the middle of the night.
He was eating butterflies out of a jar-
Constantine took a deep breath in, then started to tap his foot on the floor, as if impatient.
“Listen here now, and sit down. Only you can make due, and due is here to be made, now more haste, go for it!”
The being huffed and put the jar down
“Being employed is miserable”
He murmured, before seemingly turning inside-out and disappearing. Every butterfly that he ate was now peacefully flying around.
Constantine sighed, before rubbing his temples.
The members of the JL were staring at him, having understood absolutely fucking nothing of what just happened.
Batman was the first to step up.
"What happened?"
"He got the message, he's getting the artifact back to it's place."
"How do you know that?"
The blond gave them a deadpan glare, too done for the day.
“Clean up this mess, we're gonna talk about this after I have a drink.”