#if they survive the observants bureaucracy they get spit out in a ghost coliseum and get hunted by skulker or danny

[the-scarecrow-of-aus]

This results in Constantine forcibly summoning danny and growling at him. "uphold all previous deals?!" He began pacing the circle danny was held in, still confused about the reasoning for the summoning, "those deals were keeping the demons in competition to each other so they wouldn't try and kill me! You've basically signed my death warrant!" Danny just rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and stared at the irritable man in a trenchcoat. "Yeah, and? I said I would uphold them right? What's the problem?"

The man seemed to be trying to tear out his hair "the problem was I never once made a deal to directly protect myself, due to the stalemate I set up, none would try to kill me without upsetting the others! Now that it's gone they will tear me apart!"

Danny just blinked slowly "do...do you not remember all the deals you made? Or have they slipped your mind?" Danny snapped his fingers and a moderate sized green book appeared, he handed it to constantine with a smile "you have a month to reflect on your deals 'that I will uphold', everything else is not relevant to this conversation. Now either break the summons or I break the circle and the house of mystery that it's written on" there was a loud creak as the house seemingly complained and danny rolled his eyes and spoke to the room "it's an empty threat, you know I'm more skillful then that" he looked at constantine as I'd waiting "well? was there anything else or can i go? I have a fight scheduled with skulker in 20 minutes"

Fuming Constantine broke the circle dismissing phantom, he stared at the book in thought for a while as the anger left him "well I guess I should remind myself what I'm dying for".

'No deals would be made' that was the feeling john got when no summons would work and magical entities would disappear before he could bring the topic up on missions. He had to face the music.

The month passed without much worry, a few invasions both interplanetary and interdimensional, a few villain takeover attempts, questions about if batsy picked up another black hair blue eyed robin... the usual. The league did take note of constantine being a bit calmer then normal, happier to help out and more easy to contact in an emergency. When not on missions he was always thumbing through a green book deep in thought. When asked he easily replied, "it's the infinite realms archival record of every deal I've ever made and what it was for, I had forgotten some of these!" Perhaps it's unsurprising that green lantern hit the nail on the head when he suggested to the watchtowers hero's "maybe he's dying?" A guess confirmed by the hellblazer during the monthly meeting when confronted regarding it. "A few days left yet, been sorting out the unfinished business mostly" the offers of help were heart-warming but John knew there was nothing they could do to stop this.

Even with the debrief the justice league were concerned, was the ghost king seriously capable of upholding the previous deals? John assured them the kid was stronger then he looked and not to worry, a few years back he'd made the deal to protect past, present and future league members from that time hunting demon, so they were in good hands. "Heck, zatanna is probably the most protected of the lot of ya, quite a few deals made to save her, -no offence z!" He said in pain as zatanna elbowed him in the ribs.

On the end of the last day The tidal wave of magic pressure on the station as demons and devils of all kinds rushed into the world looking for constantine could be measured by civilian technological means (the strongest sensors belonged to a couple in amity Park and was ignored as it wasn't relevant to their research, they wouldn't be counted as civilians if given a background check either) the demons all flowed up to outerspace where the station was and just as constantine closed his eyes to welcome the end when the sound of a crash and a bright green light lit up the room, a giant presence spoke.

Ï̴͙'̶̙̾m̷̼̚ ̷̝͑s̷̫̿o̵͈̾r̴̠͆r̴̜̄ÿ̵͖́ ̵̻̉b̵̝̒ǔ̵̥t̷̙̑ ̵̧͝Ī̸̪ ̶͖̈c̷̣̐a̵̠͝n̸̬̏n̶͔͆ȏ̷̖t̶͖̽ ̸͎̂l̸̰̄é̶̙ẗ̵̠́ ̵͎̏y̷͈̅ỏ̷͎ụ̸͌ ̴̮́d̷̺̄o̵̭͘ ̶͈̂t̵͉͂h̷͓̏a̵̡̾t̵͉̓,̸̺̾ ̵̰͝t̷̗̄h̶̻͋ȇ̴̩ ̶̱̒j̶͎͗u̴̺͐s̷̤͘ṭ̵͂ĩ̸̬ć̶̜ê̸̦ ̶̟͑l̴̦͘ȇ̵̞a̸̜̍g̵̤͝u̷̗̿e̴̤̊ ̷͉̉i̸͖͆ś̶̭ ̵̥̕p̷̲͂r̶̖̾ọ̸̓t̴͇̃ë̶̬́c̴̳̄t̷̛͈ĕ̷̼d̶̹̓ ̸̬̈́b̸̰̊y̷̤͒ ̵̢͌a̸̛̱ ̷̥̀ṕ̴̖r̶͔̔i̷͈͛o̴̳͑r̷͑͜ ̴͖͐d̵̙͝e̶͔͑a̵͈͐l̸̮̉.̵̧̊ ̸̖̆P̸̠͛l̸͍͌ȅ̶̲a̵̲̍s̵̱̉e̸͇̒ ̷͉̐d̶͎̂ï̵̭s̷̖̏p̵̦̈́e̶̮͑r̵̪͘ș̴͌è̶̥

John opened his eyes to see the justice league all arrayed around him in combat positions and a green shield stretched around the station, looking around at Jordan and Stewart he noted it wasn't created by a lanterns power and further examination revealed it was the wrong colour green, too fluid with clouds in it.

"Give us the hellblazer, he owes us!"

Á̶̳g̵̣̋a̷͓͂i̸̺͑n̶̉ͅ,̸͍̊ ̴̤̒Ǐ̷̝ ̶̣̓a̴̠̎m̵̯̒ ̸̯͋ŝ̴̤o̵̘̿ṙ̸̮r̸͑͜ȳ̶̯,̵̟̇ ̷̮̓ț̶͌ḩ̴̏e̷̫̒ ̵̲́j̴̮̈u̶͈̐s̶͇̕t̶̿͜í̴͈c̶̖̔ẻ̸̘ ̸̧̚l̷̥̕ẹ̸͂a̸̬͛ġ̸̠ǔ̷̧e̸̼̐ ̶̞͆i̷͓̔s̵̳̀ ̵͇͘p̵͙̔r̷̹̿ơ̶̜t̸͕͛ë̸̺c̴͘ͅt̷͕͂ë̶̩́d̸̮̓.̶͕̏ ̷̫̌P̷̦̍l̵͓͝e̴̹͑a̵̺͆ș̴̒e̷̻̕ ̶͓̂ḍ̴̈ì̸̪s̵̡͆p̸̝͋è̷͚r̷̮̒s̷̪̍e̷̳͝

"WE ARE NOT HERE FOR THE LEAGUE, LET US TAKE HIM!"

T̶̰̋h̷̛͇ě̵̜ ̸̗̾l̵̜͘e̸͕̚a̷̠͘g̴̦͑ú̶̙e̸͍̓ ̷̜͗ȧ̸̲r̷̨̚ë̵̝́ ̵̠̑c̶̳͒u̸̢͆r̷̪̋ṛ̶̃ẹ̵̈n̵̞͠t̸͙͘l̶̙͠y̸̡͘ ̶̧̂ ̸͇̂i̵̛͙n̶͉̽ ̷̠̌t̸̛̟ḧ̸͖́e̷̘̾ ̷̧̒ ̷̺̕ș̸̅p̶̲͒a̵̦̽c̵̭̉e̷̤͋ ̶̦͊s̷͖̕t̴̤̃a̴̺͂ṭ̷̐i̷̹͋o̷͊͜n̵͕̎,̶͙̃ ̷͓̓ȉ̴̲f̸̙̀ ̸̤̃y̴̨̆ọ̶̾ǔ̸̡ ̵̲́c̶̲͛å̷̺u̵͎͘s̴͕̏e̶̛̘ ̸̯̒d̶͍̎a̸̫͑m̸̪̈́a̵͕͆g̷̜͑e̸̺͑ ̸͕̆t̸̛̟ḧ̸͖́e̷̘̾ ̷̧̒s̸̨̔t̴̟͝a̷̜͘t̴̨͌i̵͎̎o̴̜͊n̸͚̈́ ̸̞̊w̴̰̐i̷͇͊l̷̀͜l̵̖̃ ̸̢̋s̶̪͐ṷ̴̔f̷͎͘f̸̻̀ȩ̴̉r̵̳̎ ̶͉̅d̸̖̀e̶̘̓p̵͙̕r̸͘͜ë̵͓́ș̶͐ṡ̸͎ủ̷͓r̶̟͑i̵̊ͅs̴̤̈à̵͍t̴̥̆ī̷̫o̷̤̒n̸̖̓ ̷̢͗w̶̜͌h̸̓͜i̴̩͒c̵̨̉ḫ̷̌ ̸͎͝w̶͍͂i̶̹͂l̵̺̂ľ̸͕ ̵̺̋ĥ̶͎a̶̪͋r̴̖͛m̶͍̈́ ̷̔ͅţ̶̌h̴͚̊e̴͉͆ ̴̼̀l̶̠̚ȇ̶͚ā̴͚g̸̺̅ṷ̵̏ẹ̵̛ ̵̉͜

The demons seemed to get angrier and slammed against the shield as they surrounded the watchtower

"Then give him to us!"

Í̷͓ ̶̫̿à̵̼m̸͉̃ ̴̣͋s̶͖͆o̶̮͆r̸̘̈r̴̳̾ỳ̴̫ ̵̩̅b̷̹́u̵̞̔t̴̯͝ ̸̪́j̴͉̈́o̵̱͂h̴͉̊n̵͔̂ ̸͉̎ĉ̴̦o̴̧̚n̶̠̎s̷̪͋t̷̼̋a̵̛ͅn̸͎͝t̸͚͘ī̵͖ṋ̷̕è̸̤ ̸̠͑i̷͙̕s̸͙͒ ̵͓̓a̵̡̛ ̵̻͊r��͈̽ē̴͉g̴͗ͅȋ̸̬s̶̭̃t̸̞̕e̴̠̔ŕ̴͓e̵̩̍d̷̝͘ ̶͈̏m̷͖͑ȩ̴̄m̶̧͛b̶̜̋e̶͉̓r̸̻̈́ ̵̘̅o̴͓̍f̶̡̄ ̵̻͌ẗ̶̻h̷̟̅ě̶͕ ̶͙̀j̵̣̓u̶̬̐s̶̛̳t̶̖͑i̷͉͗c̶̼̓ḛ̴̑ ̵̩̈l̴̼͊ẽ̴̪a̴̔ͅg̴͉̍u̶̧͛e̴̫̓.̸̙͗ ̷̮̋A̵͙̕l̵̹̆l̶̝̀ ̶̱͒d̵͓͒e̵̟͗a̴̫͊l̶͎̿s̵͔̈ ̵̜̃w̷͒͜į̷̐l̶̨̚l̵̞̕ ̷̙̌b̸͙͋ē̸̘ ̵̨͝u̶̟͂p̶̭̈́h̷͍̚e̸̽ͅḷ̸͂d̷̮̊.̵̛͔ ̷͙̐I̸̿͜f̴͎̌ ̷͇͘y̷̮͊ọ̵͋û̶̖ ̴͍̚d̴̬̽į̴̈ș̸͒ả̶͇ḡ̸̪r̵̪̿e̶͓̕e̶̠̚ ̵̜̈́y̸̨͒ò̸̼u̵͇͂ ̷͠ͅm̸̺͋a̶͕͒ý̸̮ ̵̬̑t̴̡̀ă̶̤k̴̨̒e̷̬̐ ̶̪̊i̴̘̕t̵̙͊ ̶̪͋u̵͍͝p̴͙̂ ̴̦̅w̶̜̋ḭ̵̛t̴͈͛h̸͖͘ ̷̺̆ṫ̴͈h̵̛̖e̴͍̽ ̸̩͗o̸͎̅b̴͎͝s̸̝͆ȩ̸̍r̶͕̋v̶̫̒ä̷͇́n̸͆ͅt̴͔̿ṡ̴̳.̷̝̾ ̶̝̊N̸͔̋o̶̻͐w̶̲͘ ̷̄͜k̴̳̾ì̸̩ň̵̟d̸͉͑l̶̲̄y̷͍̌ ̵̺͘p̵̟͝ī̸̟s̸̛͖ş̶̕ ̶͈̍ö̸̱́f̶̲͑f̷̹̐!̶̖͆

The demons roared and attacked the station only for a green portal to appear above them pulling them in like a black hole. The green light disappeared and the justice league started to relax.

"so... did you gain any insight into your prior deals?" Constantine spun around to see a kid with black hair and blue eyes standing next to him and judging by the leagues reactions they hadn't seen him either. John noticed the similarities and whispered "phantom?" Danny just waved politely "hi mr constantine, sorry but I just remembered ghost writer wants the record book back, I hope you haven't damaged it too much" john's eyes drifted down to the green book held in a white knuckle grip with some of his fingernails leaving marks. It took a moment for him to relax his grip on the book before handing it over.

Danny saw the confusion on Constantine's face begin to twist to anger and decided to cut him off "I asked you if you had forgotten your deals and it appears you had, otherwise you would have remembered you were a justice league member." Danny's face showed a evil grin "besides, think of the last month as payback for all the worthless paperwork I had to do to fix this, you're welcome! Don't try to sell your soul again, all complaints will be sent to the observants because screw them for letting it get this bad annnd clockwork said go to Bolivia instead of Vegas for your next vacation, less interruptions for us both. Am I missing anything else? Ok byeeee!" A large brooding shadow appeared behind them both stopping danny leaving "danny." Phantom seemed to jump and spin around on the spot "hu...heyyy B, uh... agent A and spoiler wanted to remind you that you know who's ballet starts in an hour and you promised to be there, sooo I'm just gonna go and return a library book... yeah" with that danny slinked away quickly fading from view" John spun around to view batman "you know him?!" Batman glared "just someone who's going to be grounded when I get home" John remembered the conversations over the month about a possible new robin "good luck with that!" He said heading for the zeta tubes

John needed a drink.

(Sorry for any errors)

Zalgo translation:

[I'm sorry but I cannot let you do that, the justice league is protected by a prior deal. Please disperse]

[Again, I am sorry, the justice league is protected. Please disperse]

[The league are currently in the space station, if you cause damage the station will suffer depressurisation which will harm the league]

[I am sorry but john constantine is a registered member of the justice league. All deals will be upheld. If you disagree you may take it up with the observants. Now kindly piss off!]

It was a regular Thursday afternoon for John Constantine. Actually, it was irregular in the sense that nothing bad had happened yet. Normally there’s at least one minor magical inconvenience sent by at least one of his demonic creditors.

Of course, that just meant that he was due to be majorly fucked over.

Despite the wards he set up, a glowing green scroll burned to life in front of him. It radiated Death, but in an oddly non-malicious manner that he was unfamiliar with. As much as he wanted to ignore whatever just happened and get a drink, he knew that that would just leave him in the dark, so he grabbed it and began reading.

John Constantine,

Due to the large amount of paperwork that your supernatural dealings have caused, it has been decided that your Soul is no longer a worthwhile bargaining chip. In order to remove the paperwork, your Soul has been returned to you in full and Bound to your body until your death, when you shall be led to your afterlife. Do not worry, for I will uphold any deals from your past, as some of these deals would have disastrous consequences if broken. In one human month, or 30 days, any previous creditors will be notified as to be fairly compensated for their loss.

Respectfully yours,

High King Phantom of the Infinite Realms

John was panicking. The only thing that was keeping any of those demons from tearing him apart themselves was the threat of all the other demons who had a claim on him! By returning his Soul, this High King doomed him! Now in a month he’d have a host of angry demons all raring to see him dead!

He glanced at the name on the scroll again. Phantom, huh? He’s made a point to not get involved in the Infinite Realms. After all, that’s where all the Primordials come from. Even the weakest denizen of that plane could beat Superman in a fight.

Even still, he’s kept up with the news. (It’s only smart. The Infinite Realms connect to all time, all space, all reality. If something happens there, something happens everywhere.) He heard that the new High King was a good sort, highly respected. Maybe if he could find him, he could convince him to change his mind. Maybe even make a contract with him instead.