Chapter 4: Deceitful Truth, Conceited Lies
Evan woke up with a splitting headache. He had too much to drink last night when he went out with this guy named Troy who was a nomadic demon on Earth and which other vampires would not agree on. He didn't mind going out with them or even sleeping as long as they're not Satan's demons who were the crucial enemies of their clan. He was recalling everything night what happened last night when he noticed a small note posted on the night lamp on his bedside table. It read:
8:00 pm Rolling Ball Bowling Center
Don't bring along anyone with you.
I'll be waiting for you there.
Constantine
It was only then he remembered his short sexual tryst with him and made him laugh upon realizing that he stood him up last night. "Oh Constantine..." He thought slyly to himself. Evan got up from his bed and snatched the note crumpling it in his hand. He felt the sudden haste of hunger as he stood up and thought bitterly to himself that he would have to make another visit to the farmhouse and the live animals there. That is, If he still couldn't find the perfect prey that would be able to supply him of the blood he needed in his body. He took one deep breath and the sweet fragrance of the roses filled his lungs.
"Good, Jon. You've hauled him over to our side. Now the next best thing to do now is to kill his other kinds. That would be easy if he knows their hiding and I'm damn sure he does."
Bob grinned to himself not thinking the results would be better than expected. Constantine snorted taking out a cigarette from his side pocket and looking up on the ceiling of Bob's office. The ceiling was painted blue and real mists of clouds were floating around it while small cloud formations of angels were circling around the room amusing the guest.
"And you think that would be too easy now, do you?" He blurted.
"Jon, you're the toughest guys I've known. And straightest for that matter. You could get out of almost anything; you're the son of the devil. But not anymore." Bob added with a laugh. The angels on the ceiling started singing in a chorus which greatly irritated the boss.
"Shut up for hell's sake! Son of a gun…" And the angels fell silent.
"What next after I've slain them?" He was in no mood of kidding around now.
"Of course, you are not going to slay them all. 3 blood successors will stand within the circle of destiny, three more from the torch bearers in heaven and another three for the demons of Satan. On both sides will stand two powerful evil beings impelling them to unite, and on the center, the center of the circle, the Life of Destiny shall be placed."
"Bob, tell me. What exactly is the curse of destiny? You've been telling me about this bull for a long time now and to kill those bloody vampires but I still don't know what the hell is happening around here." Constantine glared at Bob who sighed uncertainly.
"A long time ago, a group of black angels turned away from God and they were banished from heaven. Thus, has become of 'em in hell." Bob started and Constantine snorted. "Shut up. These demons became stronger and powerful and they needed to find a new leader to equal God. Appallingly, two beings arose fighting for the plinth of evil. One by the name of Satan and the other Vhempire." Bob paused looking at Constantine's somber gaze who now indicated him to go on. "Unfortunately, Satan and his followers who we now call demons won and Vhempire was defeated. What did not remain a secret was that before he died, Vhempire had stolen the book of Destiny from the God's of the stars and used it to put upon his curse and change the path of destiny that would someday redeem him and his power. We believe that the book is now in the possession of his bloodthirsty heirs in the whole vampire clan and it will be used when the right time comes. And upon his death, he had left a curse. A curse that would continue on from time and burgeon his pride and blood. He had left a new king to replace him who carried the emblem of his evil and power twice moreover. He had a son from an angel, his son whose name is feared by many to speak. His son who had passed on the curse of his father's blood to his son's son and to the present vampires whose veins run the blood of their only true ancestor."
"Vhempire had a son? From an angel?" Constantine couldn't believe his ears. Bob nodded. "What- I mean, how? Who? And his son, what is his name?"
"Vhempire had a son from Soccoro, the Angel of Death. And their son was... – Bob paused dramatically giving his audience a moment of torment. – His name was Ventula." There was a chorus of lightning that echoed from the misty ceiling and the angels who were flying around the room hid behind the clouds lest they mention that vile word again. "Oh well, you better get going now." Bob shrugged turning to leave/
"Bob, wait. Then, what is the curse?" He asked a little confused as Bob stopped at the door.
"How slow can you get, my old boy? They're going to finish humanity and multiply till them blood sucking creatures can over rule the world which will be full of chaos and evil by then. They'll kill all of humanity an' spread their blood till they're powerful enough to reign power over the demons and the angels. They thirst for blood and revenge, Jon. That was the only thing that carried on the curse. The night Vhempire was killed and Ventula born, the hourglass of destiny had been upturned till present waiting for the time the vampires would regain their power and redeem their true ruler. We cannot let this happen. The reign of the good is now at stake." A sudden rush of silence has befallen the room. Constantine was now thinking hard, you could clearly see that when his head was bowed down and his eyes staring blankly on the ground.
"How much time do I have to do all these?" He said suddenly looking up.
"The hourglass has been upturned 500,000 years ago. No one could exactly tell, but I know only little time is left. Well boy, gotta bounce. And yeah, whatever happens don't let that blood sucker bite you." He chuckled walking out of the door. Constantine ignored Bob's indirect ridicule and continued to recall their conversation. 'He had a son from an angel, his son whose name is feared by many to speak. His son who had passed on the curse of his father's blood to his son's son and to the present vampires whose veins run the blood of their only true ancestor.' "Ventula…" He uttered silently hearing the door behind him shut close before his mind started to drift away.
He stood into a huge corridor of cold-stoned floor, a dimly lit passageway with faint torches hanging drearily on the walls. The atmosphere was gloomy and heavy, escalated by the humid air inside the long hall. Constantine walked on taking no notice of the loud thumping of his chest; somehow something was telling him to go on through the darkness bearing the terror of finding something unpleasant soon enough. But there was more to come, he started running fast, his feet almost failing him at his speed, and at the end of the corridor stood a huge door drastically designed into such refined carvings. He immediately recognized it as Democritus inscriptions that he could now scarcely understand.
"Se hitus dhore lois te shalve… on this door lies the salvation. Hase sha dhala fortun khontice te kurso an thir de navyih...who shall bring forth the continuance of the curse and redeem its true sovereign; He who shall stand of the plinth of evil and rule over mankind for the rest of his days...Te naki nak sha heritt mi ferlo vlood shehever. And pass his forlorn blood to his son's sons..." A cold rush of dread washed over him as he continued brushing his fingers against the worn writings. He could not make out the last statement as he cursed silently to himself for he was once a demon who was meant to learn his own tongue. He could only make out the words "timate rhifise" meaning ultimate sacrifice and "pathio destino" which was path of destiny. "Ultimate sacrifice..." Constantine murmured running his long subtle fingers on the knob remembering his past and making a hard decision upon opening it or not. His senses got the better of him and with one strong jolt the door swung open before him. A very bright light streamed towards him illuminating the whole corridor behind and almost blinding him. What he saw was far from predictable; inside the huge room amidst the bright light that penetrated every corner, several hooded figures were visible all kneeling and bowing down; backs all facing him. Constantine gaped open-mouthed at the sight of them particularly at the familiar delicate figure of a man with platinum blonde hair floating lifelessly at the concave shrine placed at the center. Constantine gawked in awe at the pretty boy's young handsome face whose cheeks once bore a flush of deep cherry but now replaced by a deathly pale of blue. And those thin red lips that used to taste on human blood and succumb to his deceitful kisses were now a bane piece of flesh depicting the ice-cold tyranny of death. He lay there lifeless; motionless… Is he dead? He asked himself. He was so focused on Evan's image that he did not recognized the man in a black hooded cape standing; or perhaps floating vividly behind the shadows of the concave. All the lights suddenly diminished back to their own lair leaving them in a fit of dimness and a gush of strong wind rapidly circled the room. There were loud screaming and the hooded men started uttering a chant that was unfamiliar to Constantine's untutored ear. The mysterious man advanced out of the shadows stirring distinctly towards the lifeless floating body. It paid no attention to him as he stiffened from his location, his feet failing him at the sight of the horrendous creature who drew a long shiny object from under his robes. It became clear to him that it was a spear, its metallic luster reflecting in the dark and dazzling him. The chanting grew louder and louder and the temperature arose, a sudden sharp pain jabbed through Constantine's head causing him to fall on his knees but never leaving the sight of the creature with its spear held up high. He let out a gasp as he saw the creature vehemently pierced the spear onto Evan's heart whose body went down with the force. Then there was a loud laughing echoing endlessly in his head, he tried to stop it but it became even louder exemplifying the pain that shot through his body with every laugh. The chanting, the laughing, the strong wind, the throbbing pain at the back of his head, the screaming and visions of hooded men flooded his soul confusing him greatly making him wonder in dread if he has lost his sanity. Those terrifying moments were the most dreadful of his life, worse than his visit to hell; it seemed like all the cheerfulness was being slowly sucked out of him and being replaced by a heavy sensation of hopelessness. Then unexpectedly, rather abruptly, he looked up fighting the pain that enveloped his whole body and when he did, the creature was there staring directly at him from a distance, laughing; piercing his hazel brown eyes with his deathly grey ones. And on his mouth, two sharp fangs were visible waiting to penetrate his skin. Without warning, the creature soared up on the ceiling at full speed and dived directly aiming at him; its long black cape flying wildly behind him and his eyes hidden under darkness of his hood shot a fierce fiery red. Constantine wanted to shout, but no voice came out, he needed to wake up now…. Wake up... too late, two sharp fangs had penetrated his neck.
Constantine hit his head on the floor with a loud thump. He was sweating profusely when he woke up, the sight of Bob's faintly illuminated office greeting him; his new vision lifting the heavy pain of terror off his chest. The dream was so vivid he could almost feel it; the two sharp fangs stabbing his flesh. He immediately checked on his neck for any signs of gashes and breathed a sigh of relief when he had found nothing. He needed to see Evan now. He had so many questions building up in his mind and he knew Evan held the answers to what he had longed for to seek. Constantine rubbed the throbbing pain on the back of his head, enlightened by the thought that something is being kept from him and he would have to know it soon.
A/N: Sorry if there's still not yet ant slashy part here, anyway that would arrive in the later chapters. If you guys are a little confused, the second demons are also called Vampires and The first demons are well, yes, devils. Jon Constantine, I hope you don't mind me spelling it that way due to my attahcment to the name Jon however, he's like a redeemed guy but that doesn't make him an angel, yet. Hmm well let's just see in the next chappters.. smile thanks and pls/ R&R!