DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything! not the characters, or the story-- damn!
AN: this is an AU fic. Chas isn't dead and it's post movie.
Chapter 2:
He turned around to find the figure of Mammon: blonde hair, olive skin, green eyes and a lean build, in this form he was only an inch or two shorter than Constantine.
The blonde hair got to John every time. He always was Daddy's Little Boy, no matter how he'd tried to steal the crown. He'd actually chosen to look like Lucifer's preferred form. It wasn't until recently that John had learned how Mammoncame to earth. After he'd tried to be born into this world his father banished him here with little more than the powers of a half-breed. It wasn't like daddy would've had the heart to destroy his own flesh and hell-fire.
"Ah, I do like it when you look at me like that, John." Mammon noted with a grin.
–And then there were the teeth... Perfect, pearly, but most of all pointed whites. Mammon's eye-teeth made him look like avampire fanatic, and if he was it wouldn't be that big of a surprise.
Yeah, he's an asshole. "Fuck you." was all John needed to say.
"Tonight." Mammon replied.
"You would like that."
"Oh, I think I've made that obvious."
John pulled a new cigarette to his lips and lit it. That wave of much needed nicotine filled his mouth as he inhaled the most exciting breath of the day. He glanced once more at Mammon and continued his trek to the car.
Open door.
Close door.
"Hey John."
No answer…
"John?" Chas reiterated.
"Chas." Constantine answered.
"Like I said, I'm re--"
"I know 'you're really sorry.' Just drive Chas."
Mammon had been watching that John Constantine for a long time.The humanpractically been an obsession since he was first damned to earth. It was a fitting punishment: his father planted him here with out any (real) power or status, just the respect or disrespect he merited from the otherworldly beings who knew his identity. As much as he hated this almost powerless, small, insignificant body and place, he had to admit; this way of life was bringing new and interesting baggage.
For instance, Lust was something he was feeling for the first time. Not an inner lust: the way he'd lusted after power. This was lust of the body, and this body was aching with it. He was going to have that human.
Well, wasn't John Constantine lucky?
"Who was that random guy, John?" Chas asked as the two sat in John's apartment.
"Who?"
"The blonde guy."
Oh, so he can be seen… "An old friend who I happened to run into."
"He didn't look too old. He hardly looked older than me."
"Well, he is," Constantine explained, "much older."
John sort of chuckled at that (well as much as he ever really chuckled at anything). Did Chas really think that Mammon, who even in human form gave offan underwater magnetism, was some mortal. Let alone some mortal friend!
"Yeah, sure, John. So he's your friend?"
"You ask a lot of questions."
"Sorry."
Silence.
"Yes, he is my friend…" The older man trailed off for a second.
"…I'm actually expecting a visit from him."
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