It is said that demons reside in Hell and angels reside in Heaven. They can never leave excluding the half-breeds. But where do the half-breeds come from? This is the story.
"Hey John," asked Angela curious as ever,
"Where do half-breeds come from?" she asked him as he straightened out a book he had just put back. They decided to meet a week after the "death" incident at the local library to talk and hang out.
Constantine paused for a moment and then climbed down the stool he was on, well actually more like jumped off the stool he was on. "Good question," he said walking towards her, then he continued to pace back and forth with one hand on his chin and the other on his hip.
"Very good question..." he mused to himself again.
"Well..." she said urging him on. It didn't work, he said nothing. Just stared at the space in front of him. "You don't know!" she yelled out.
"Quiet all right it's not that I don't know it's that I just don't want to remember."
"What?"
"Ever since death's experience I've been trying very hard to forget everything I know in order to live a better life," he says. "Right." She says obviously not buying it.
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hat night John didn't sleep. He stayed up all night trying to figure out how the fuck did half-breeds exist in this world...?
The next day he went back to the old office where his researcher workd before he was killed by the swarms of bugs.
There, still in the untouched pile, was a book. A book like none he had ever seen before.
"Now what's this?" he said picking up the very old book.