Constantine let out a string of curses, grabbing a rock and looking as though he were considering throwing it from his frustration. Likely, he only refrained due to the magic so heavy in the air it weighed even the non-magically-inclined down.
“What’s wrong?” B asked, immediately - well, Tim translated the grunt mentally to that question, at least. And look! Constantine was getting better at translating Batman grunts, though Tim wasn’t entirely sure if that was a good thing considering Constantine’s inclination of jumping into bed with various “creatures of the night.”
“Whoever was here before us translated the text already,” John growled, glaring at the parchment in front of him.
“That’s… a good thing, right?” Barry looked around at everyone, likely wondering if he was missing something.
“Sure, if you like convoluted riddles,” John stated almost sarcastically, “because whoever translated it also destroyed or took the original text with them.”
“Well? What does it say?” Diana asked, her hand coming up to rest on her hip.
“Seek the King of Death for what you wish to learn, though beware of what you must do to earn,” Constantine grumbled the poem out, a scowl on his face. “Buncha warnings that make no sense without context then it ends with Regardless of what you may hear from the dead, your solution comes only with Winter dyed Red. Pretty much, we need to figure out what they mean by the King of Death without the benefit of an origin language or any context clues we could’ve drawn from the actual prophecy. Once we figure that out, whoever or whatever the King of Death is, they’re going to provide a buncha possibilities that we can’t do piss with. Winter was capitalized like a proper noun and so was Red, so those are big clues - maybe the Spirit of Winter or a deity that represents winter? But what would dying them red do…” Constantine began muttering to himself, not fighting B when the man motioned for the poem they were provided with, before walking the room again - perhaps to look for those lacking context clues.
But really, who could possibly be “the King of Death”? Hades? Thanatos? Yama? The Tagbayan? With Winter mentioned, it could possibly be Itztlacoliuhqui but who’s to say the King of Death and Winter were related? And even then, whose death? Humans, plants, animals?
Tim peaked around B's arm and stared at the paper. "That's translated?" He asked, blinking to try to keep the phantom headache from becoming a real one. "Into what? It's not English."
