Constantine stepped into the cushy, richly decorated lobby of the church. Cooling air conditioning bathed his face, a much needed change from the blast furnace outside the doors. His shoes sank into the plush carpet.

"Ugh." He grumbled.

All around him humans and half breeds moved about their work, the angels mentally singing the praises of their Holy Father much like Snow White taught the world to whistle while it worked. John pulled his mental barriers tighter as he walked through, noting which eyes glowed and which didn't as his presence was noted. The half-breeds had to know exactly who he was. He was just known.

"May I help you, sir?" a human man in a cream colored suit stepped forward towards John, his perfectly white teeth beaming. Caps of course. No human was born with bleached teeth.

"I was just looking around." John vaguely motioned to the surroundings. Just casing the joint. he thought.

"Do you already attend one of our daily services or are you new to the flock?" the man kept smiling warmly in brotherly love.

"Let's just say I know where I'm going when I die." John faked a smile and moved into the sanctuary.

"If you need anything, just as for Jim!" the man called after. Constantine made a non-committal nod and continued on.

The sanctuary was huge; during the first weeks of the revival pretty much any building was consecrated to God and used to house the growing numbers of the reborn as they worshipped. Some of the more established churches had come together and formed what was the flagship of Andrew's ministry. Our Father's Church had once been a medium-sized office park and within a month had been reformed into a massive church with an over-sized sanctuary smack in the middle. Members of the congregation and their businesses had freely provided labor and almost over night what had been a boxy office space became a glorious testament to God. Plus there was plenty of left over space for all aspects of the ministry's needs.

If you thought about it long enough, it was a marvel unto its self.

John moved down the aisle among the rows and rows of metal chairs and pews. In the middle of the great space was the platform and pulpit. In the middle stood several men, a few half-breeds, and at the center was a tall man. A tall man with a double set of wings.

Andrew.

Most people thought of Cherubs as pudgy little naked babies with tiny perfect little wings and maybe a harp or a flute to make music with. Those were just inventions by the Renaissance painters. Real Cherubs were nothing like that. They were men, usually a bit above six foot tall, with perfect features. To the human eye they were pleasant, attractive, and even strikingly beautiful to some. They were perpetually smiling, always helpful, and always reminding one how good God was to His children.

To John's eyes though…

If one were able to see a Cherub, they would notice the wings right after the height. Their wings were a lot like a dragonfly's, the top most set over lapping the bottom set. Andrew's wings were folded, at rest. Hugging his body as he spoke calmly, passionately to his friends and brothers-in-Christ.

People had forgotten how long ago, kneeling Cherubim had been carved on the lid of the Ark of the Covenant and had been sewn onto the veils that covered the Holy of Holies in the Tabernacle. They were the beasts that guarded the doors to temples in Babylon. The second highest choir of angels, just below the Seraphim, they were said to be intimate with God and knew His thoughts.

Which just creeped John Constantine out even more. He was 100 feet from someone who had looked upon the face of God.

"Excuse me." John looked to his right, shaken from his thoughts. A young woman stood at the end of the aisle, a stack of bulletins in her arms. She stared up at John, about half a foot shorter then him.

Constantine stepped back and out of her way. She moved past him into the opposite row, placing a bulletin on each seat. John stared after her. She had a nice ass. His eyes moved up, over her conservative cream outfit up to her hair. Her mandarin orange hair, pulled up in a sleek French twist.

"Wait!" John shuffled down the row sideways trying to catch up to her. She moved fast and was out at the other aisle by the time he caught up. "Wait! You!"

The girl turned and met his gaze. Her eyes were blue, not pitch black. He could see the whites around the floating crystal blue irises. She was looking at him with a slightly annoyed expression. "If you have a question about our services or ministries, I would kindly suggest you ask in the lobby at our information…"

"It's you." John stopped, looking down, feeling as though he towered over her. She couldn't have been more then 5'4. The girl stopped long enough to really look at him. He saw the recognition spark in her eyes.

"Oh no."

"What?" John blinked. The girl shook her head and quickly moved back to her job, hastily slapping bulletins on the chairs. "What is it?" She wouldn't answer, only kept moving down the rows. John finally stopped following and waited at the side door, watching until she finished. She tried to move past him and exit but he grabbed her arm.

A huge psychic flash flew into his inner vision, causing them both to shudder. John locked it down and looked towards the center of the sanctuary. If Andrew or any of the other half-breeds had felt it, they weren't acknowledging it. John took a harder hold on her arm and pulled her through the door with him. He found them in an empty side room.