What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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Looking at the eight spider legs swaying in the air, they doubted whether they were actually in heaven. Upon closer reflection, they realized that the old black angel they had met earlier looked like a fallen angel just by his skin color.

"That thing moving around behind you is creepy. It doesn't look like angel wings." Dean was the bravest of them all, and he directly refuted Ian's demonstration.

This contrasted sharply with Sam's attempt to offer insincere praise. Well, those who tell the truth often suffer; Dean was slammed into the head by Ian's powerful dunk.

He used the body of the Colt Godslayer Gun, and his force was very precise. He didn't cause Dean's head to explode or make him unconscious. Dean just lay on the ground, clutching his head with a big bump, grimacing.

"Have you ever been an angel? You just spout nonsense and make assumptions, labeling them as pure blasphemy. Angels are like that! Demons are the ones who need to be very good-looking."

"Angels need to use their extreme evil to deter countless evils!" To avoid the other party bringing up his most handsome face on Earth, Ian activated his mimicry armor in full-coverage mode.

A hideous mask with a gaping maw covered Ian's face, and his eyes gleamed with a scarlet light. Ian reused his evil face as a demon god as material for an angel.

"??????"

"!!!!!!"

Sam and Dean were clearly stunned. The fully-formed "Seraph Ian" stood in front of them, his eight spider legs twisting in mid-air like an angel flapping its wings.

This design is not only enough to intimidate evil, it would definitely scare children to tears.

Just now.

Dean's expression suddenly changed.

He got it.

“I knew it! I’ve slept with sixteen virgins, how could I possibly go to heaven!” Dean turned to look at his brother, as if he had already figured out that this was not heaven but another place.

Sam's gaze shifted back and forth between Ian's menacing mask and the corrupted holy city.

He also somewhat agreed with his older brother's opinion.

“I…I have to confess something.” Sam’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he took a deep breath and began to confess, “When I was five, I stole dog food from my neighbor’s house. That was definitely wrong.”

Good guy.

He revealed his dark past.

Perhaps they felt that this would cleanse them of their sins?

"??????" Dean's expression was as if he had been struck by lightning.

“Back then, when you and Dad went out hunting demons, I would have starved to death if I hadn’t eaten,” Sam muttered in defense.

"We definitely left you money!"

“I’ll remind you again, I was five years old back then!” Sam suddenly raised his voice. “Living in one of the worst neighborhoods in America, with a hundred dollars in my hand, do you think I would dare to go out and buy anything?”

He was indeed a very smart child from a young age.

Ian is very empathetic about this.

“I think he really shouldn’t go out with 100 yuan, especially in a more chaotic neighborhood. Your little brother who’s eating dog food could very well become a little brother whose parts are scattered all over the world.”

Ian disliked watching others argue in front of him, so he took the initiative to mediate, saying, "Stop arguing, this really is heaven, and I really am the Seraphim Ian."

Seeing that neither of them believed it.

“The one you met in the human world was just my shell. What he did had nothing to do with me.” When Ian got angry, he could even distance himself from himself.

This is true detachment from emotion.

however.

Despite making such a self-criticizing statement, he still failed to gain the trust of the Wen family's duo.

“My sewers are cleaner than that. This must be a corrupt holy city!” Sam pointed to the holy city shrouded in black mist in the distance. He couldn’t see the slime, but he could sense the ominousness emanating from it.

“That is indeed the Fallen Holy City, you read that right, but it’s only because of a small problem. It is for this reason that Seraph Ian was awakened from his slumber.”

“I will go to protect my beloved paradise immediately.” Ian said, while checking the Colt Godslayer, which contained two manually loaded bullets.

The quantity is not small.

After all, this gun only had 13 bullets. On that night in 1835, Halley's Comet streaked across the sky, and at the same time, those possessed by demons were executed under the poplar trees. It was during that extraordinary moment that Samuel Colt, by chance and for reasons unknown, created this gun.

And those thirteen bullets.

Only the thirteen bullets that were created at the time, combined with the God-Slaying Gun, could unleash its true power.

The kind of power that can kill everything.

"Do whatever you want, my brother and I just want to go back to the human world." Dean rubbed his temples; unable to find his mother, he didn't want to stay in this place any longer.

"You guys are confused. Going to heaven before you're even dead is definitely a good thing. It saves you a lot of years of detours. If it were me, I would stay here and never leave."

Ian pointed in a direction where they could hide.

"Forehead……"

The two brothers exchanged a glance and found that this twisted logic was strangely reasonable.

"But I haven't had enough of the wonderful world of humankind."

Dean said weakly.

Sam immediately chimed in, "I've never even had a girlfriend!"

He might also have some repressed feelings.

Ian sighed softly and said earnestly, "Once you've had your fill of enjoying yourself, you might not be able to go to heaven anymore. This world of temptations is just a decadent atmosphere created by demons."

This statement is not without merit. Considering that the Demon King of Crossroads controls the entertainment industry, it is likely that many demons have industries on Earth that can attract humans to degenerate.

Such advice.

That makes perfect sense.

Dean was somewhat shaken.

“But our father is still here, all alone…” In the end, family ties prevailed over the allure of heaven. Dean frowned and spoke of his father, whom he could not bear to part with.

In this regard.

Ian gave a crooked smile, his mask with its enormous mouth tilted perfectly at an angle.

"As long as your father goes bankrupt to buy the indulgence, I can definitely smuggle him out of the country ahead of time." Holding the holy sword that could cleave dimensions, Ian was even more confident in expanding and strengthening his immigration brokerage business.

Hear the words.

Sam and Ian were stunned again.

"Is this okay?"

This is indeed different from their common sense.

Are you really an angel?

Sam felt he was about to lose his composure. If even angels were leading the way in selling indulgences, then the origin of the medieval priests selling indulgences could be traced back to that period.

"Don't ask me such a stupid question."

Ian used Batman's deep voice.

Before Dean and Sam could react, Ian raised the holy sword high, his eight spider legs spread out at the same time, and he floated up like a real angel.

A halo of holy flames formed around him. These were not ordinary flames, but divine fire ignited by glory, each wisp containing the power to incinerate all depravity and evil.

It has an extraordinary presence.

It certainly intimidated Dean and Sam.

Just as the two were still processing all of this, suddenly—in the direction of the polluted holy city in the distance, countless viscous substances began to surge up from the city.

Immediately following, a murky and distorted singing voice rang out, a voice that seemed to whisper from an indescribable depth, striking directly at the deepest fears and darkness in people's hearts.

Dean and Sam felt a sudden wave of dizziness, as if the song had awakened the darker side of their inner selves, and negative emotions surged like a tide. The two immediately knelt down in pain.

Cover your ears.

Trying to resist the melody that erodes the mind.

"Children, it seems we must say goodbye." Ian's voice suddenly rang out, low and sorrowful, as if he had used all his strength to utter such a tragic tone.

"What's going on?" The two brothers barely managed to look up, only to see Ian with his back to them, his eight "winged" spider legs trembling slightly, as if he were enduring some indescribable sorrow.

“I never imagined that even if I died in battle and became an angel, I would still be destined to sacrifice myself again…” His voice choked slightly. “Perhaps this is my final fate as a hero.”

Dean and Sam were stunned.

This sudden tragic turn of events made them momentarily forget the impact of the song. The two of them covered their ears and looked at each other in bewilderment, completely failing to keep up with Ian's emotional shift.

The emotionally charged words left the two brothers completely bewildered, and they temporarily ignored the impact of the song.

"Could you speak in a way that we can understand?"

However, when they looked up at Ian again, an even more shocking scene appeared—Ian's eight "winged" spider legs were somehow covered with eight pairs of flesh-colored stockings.

"W-What the hell?!" Dean's eyes widened, his brain completely shutting down.

Sam stared intently at the stockings fluttering in the wind.

Pupil earthquake.

"Wait...this..."

He seemed to be enduring some unbearable pain. At this moment, the clever younger brother of the Wen family duo appeared to have realized that what Ian said wasn't actually meant for them.

A black box was constantly glowing around Ian.

Ian slowly turned around.

The close-up shot followed.

"The Angel in Stockings will absolutely not allow disaster to spread beyond Heaven." With that, he suddenly flapped his wings (spider legs) and soared into the air, his holy flames surging, and his entire being transformed into a streak of light.

They rushed headlong into the polluted holy city.

The suspended black box followed closely behind. Dean stared blankly at Ian's departing figure, and after a long while, he finally managed to stammer, "What stocking angel? Didn't he say he was a seraph?!"

Seraphim and stocking angels are not actually in conflict.

Unfortunately, no one is here to explain it anymore.

Sam slapped his forehead and yelled in frustration, "Damn it! Ian is 'Stocking Superman'! I even tipped him fifty dollars for his 'Death of Superman' video!"

He was clearly one of those people who had their faith and even money drained by DC directors.