"John Constantine." A smartly dressed man approached them as they entered the lobby. John swung the shotgun up and aimed. It was no regular man, but a demon half-breed in sheep's clothing. His eyes glowed red in identification.

"What." Constantine growled.

"He's waiting for you." The man pointed at the doors. "In the sanctuary." Elizabeth grabbed the fabric of John's trench coat.

"What is that awful buzzing noise?" she whispered in his ear, keeping behind him.

"Now you know what a demon's mind sounds like." Constantine replied, loading a round into the chamber. "Why are you telling us where Andrew is?"

"Helping the cause." The half-breed grinned. "We're on the same side, this time, you know." He held up his hands in a gesture of innocence. Constantine pulled the trigger of the shotgun and blew him away. The blessed bullet did its job, breaching the outer skin of the demon's soul. John spoke the incantation that sped the demon's soul back to hell.

"Not any more." He growled, popping the spent cartridge and moving on. Elizabeth glanced at the corpse as it twitched then lay still. "All right, seven to go. Ready?"

"As I'll ever be." Elizabeth cocked the gun in her hands and nodded. "Some honeymoon this is." Constantine chuckled, gave her a rare smile.

"Nothing but the best for you." He stepped forward and shoved the swinging doors to the sanctuary open.

The angels that had followed Andrew to earth flanked the circular center platform. John could see their wings, which were outstretched. They were in guard mode. Great. The middle two of the six dropped their wings and revealed their leader, Andrew, standing in the center of the platform. His arms were raised, stretched out along with the double set of wings. Constantine took a guess and figured he was going through the motions, still pretending as though he were praising his Father. Too bad the line had been disconnected.

John raised the shotgun and started down the middle of the aisle, studying the enemy. Andrew wore an expensive silk suit in a deep navy color, with an equally expensive white dress shirt underneath. His brown hair was styled perfectly, complete with a cut that probably cost nearly as much as his dress shirt. Andrew's human eyes were a warm dark chocolate that filled his flock of human sheep with the feeling that he truly loved them. Constantine could see his half-breed eyes, the black orbs that glowed brightly with the inner fire of Creation.

Andrew wore a large gold chain around his neck, the earthly embodiment of his loyalty to Heaven. Twin small golden crosses were pinned to each lapel of his suit, giving him an air of a classier version of a television evangelical. He looked like the everyman's man, although much richer. His massive wings were fully extended to his sides, stretched to the max. John began to wonder if this was what the daughters of man had been excited by, when the Sons of God had descended to the Earth and tried to get it on with them.

"Ah, our brother Constantine has blessed us with his presence!" Andrew's voice needed no amplification. It explained why there was no sound system built into the room, no massive speaker towers. No need.

"More I'm the Port Authority and your green card expired." John kept the shotgun raised, coming to stop at the end of the last row. He was about 100 feet from the vanguard of angels.

"Why would I want to leave this world? When shortly it will be transformed, the gates reopened and Paradise reborn?"

"There's something in the water in Heaven isn't there." Constantine snorted. "All the cherubim are whacked in the head."

Andrew laughed, letting his voice echo around the room. "You must be speaking of Gabriel."

"He was only the most recent."

"Poor Gabriel. Gabriel was insane, you see. Spent too much time with mankind, too much thought on your existence. Instead of bringing pain and suffering to prove humanity's worth, I will bring them a new shepherd; one they can see and touch, and know is real. No longer will the human race need blind faith for their salvation!"

"Haven't you seen a James Bond movie while you've been down here? This is the part where the bad guy tells the good guy his evil plans, leaves his henchmen to kill the good guy. Then the good guy escapes and because the bad guy told his plan, the good guy uses it against him. Basically the perfect scheme comes back and bites evil in the ass." Constantine looked down at the shotgun, loading a fresh round.

"You've delivered the mother of our new savior into my hands, Constantine!"

John smirked. "Elizabeth?" The girl stepped out from behind him, stopped at his side. "Please, show Andrew."

Elizabeth held up her left hand, high, so Andrew could see the golden ring on her finger. Andrew's nostrils flared, but he otherwise remained calm. "You married her."

"Well, it's not an engagement ring."

"But she's still a virgin. A perfect throne to beget the seed that will be my son, the perfect new savior upon." John began to chuckle as Andrew spoke then laughed loudly. "You laugh at me, sinner?"

"Whole-heartedly. Elizabeth, show him the rest." He looked over at her and nodded. Elizabeth closed her mind and revealed to Andrew her purity was no longer available. The cherub blinked, receiving the mental images from the former virgin.

"Hands down, one of the best sexual experiences I've ever had." Constantine winked at his wife, then turned his attention back to Andrew.

The cherub roared. A roar that rolled off the circular chamber and was louder then any thunder that came from the Heavens. Elizabeth jammed her fingers in her ears, holding the gun under her arm. Constantine just stood there, grinning at the enemy.

"You made her a whore! You tore away her purity!"

"I married her, in the eyes of God, and made her my wife on the marriage bed, asshole. Get your facts straight." Constantine pulled her fingers out of her ears and stuffed the gun back in her hands. Once he was sure she had the proper grip, he roared a command "Fire!"

The angels guarding Andrew leapt into the air, flying directly at John and Elizabeth. Constantine pulled the trigger and took out the closest, destroying the angel's skull entirely. It dropped to the ground, crashing into the rows of chairs. He rapidly pumped in another round and took out the second. It took crashed in a heap close to the first one. He pulled an ampoule of holy water from the river Jordan from his coat pocket and tossed it at them, incanting the proper words. Their souls were immediately sent to hell.

"Three down!" he called to Elizabeth, watching her shoot the angel that skimmed the air above her head. She caught it in the chest with one of the blessed bullets and it smashed into a pile of chairs. "Toss holy water on it, I'll do the rest!"

Elizabeth snatched a vial out of her coat and tossed it. On impact the glass broke and bathed the angel with the blessed water. It screamed, clawing at its skin, tearing off big pieces. John gave its soul a psychic drop kick and sent it off to its final eternity. Twisting, he took down the other two angels that were hanging back, making them drop like ducks from the air. They crashed into bloodied heaps on either side of the sanctuary, out of reach for the holy water. No matter. He'd hit their heads and all they needed was a push and down they went, spiritually.

"I think the gig is up, Andrew." Constantine reloaded and turned back to face the podium. Andrew wasn't there.