"Azazel."
"Hello, Mr. Constantine."
The half bred angel stared John down with Ice cold blue eyes, and gave the great John Constantine a smile that would make even Satan himself nervous. He ignored it, never to risk his pride by looking down.
"Don't 'Hello Mr. Constantine' me, I got the message. You want something." he said calmly, reaching into his pocket for a piece of gum.
"I have a favor to ask of you." she said, crossing her arms and leaning back into her desk.
"Favors. Is that all i'm good for?" he asked. She could tell he was getting annoyed.
"Come now John, you know you were always one of my favorites," she mused. "If you do this for me, I will gladly never ask a favor of you again."
He threw the gum wrapper on the floor and smirked. He looked around the room at all the paintings on the walls that Azazel kept. After the Mammon incident, John Constantine was taking it easy. He had been relieved that he now had the privelage to go to heaven, and didn't want to screw it up by denying a favor from an angel.
She continued, "I was your Guardian angel. Who was there for you when you needed comfort all those years ago when your parents were afraid to even look at you? Who was the one who convinced you that you really weren't crazy? Who was-"
"Ok, ok, I get it, I get it," he said.
She turned her back to him and starting going through the drawers in her desk, and pulled out a small picture. It was a candid photo of a woman, who was dressed in a buisness suit walking down Main street. She gave it to him.
"What do you want me to do with this?" he asked.
"She is in danger. I want you to find her and bring her to me as soon as you can." he smirked.
"What am I, your delivery boy?" he said harshly.
"No, Mr. Constantine. She's important to me. She's in Danger. She is my daughter." She paused.
"Its impossible," he mock-laughed.
"I wasn't always an angel you know. I was once human, just like you. I had a family. My family and I were very religious, and when I was only about your age, god was ready to take me away from my family. He believed I was ready for the light of god. He knew I would make the perfect addition to his arch-angels."
Constantine frowned, and moved his hands like a mouth, mocking her, as if he wasn't even listening to her story. She ignored it, and went on.
"Her name is Alice. I want you to bring her to me." Constantine thought long and hard. He looked at the ceiling, and then down.
"Okay. This is the last favor though, you got me?" he warned. She smiled.
"Post haste, Mr. Constantine, Post haste."