Constantine and the demon fought with a ferocity that was almost superhuman. The demon was powerful, but Constantine was cunning. He used his knowledge of the dark arts to exploit the demon's weaknesses.
The battle raged on, and the lair was filled with the sounds of their struggle. The cultists watched in awe, their fear forgotten.
Finally, Constantine delivered a blow that sent the demon crashing to the ground. The demon let out a final roar of defiance before dissolving into smoke.
Constantine collapsed to his knees, exhausted but triumphant. He had saved the world from another invasion from hell.
But Constantine knew that his victory was only temporary. The forces of darkness were always lurking, waiting for their chance to break free. He would never rest, never stop fighting, until the world was safe from the evils that lurked in the shadows.
As he walked away from the lair, Constantine took one last look at the doorway to hell. It was still there, a constant reminder of the danger that always lurked.
Constantine took a drag of his cigarette and smiled grimly. He was John Constantine, demon hunter, and he was ready for whatever came his way.