Hey guys, sorry it took so long to add this chapter, i'll try to be quicker next time. R&R
For the first time since John Constantine was 14 he thought he was going to choke on the smoking cigarette that hung limply on his lips.
"Friend?" he sputtered, "You have friends?" He quickly saved in an attempt to hide his obvious shock.
"Well, James is more of a cousin really." Mammon replied as he and his mirroring counterpart grinned at each other.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" John asked, and then eyeing the younger continued, "Who are you?"
For the first time since thepair had appeared in the appartmentJames opened his beautiful mouth to speak, "The Fallen son of the Archangel, Michael."
"Stop fucking with me."
"The Archangel," James began, still grinning as if he were some cockyaltar boy in Sunday school, "came down from the heavens in the form of the son, and took for himself a daughter of man. From that union came a disgraced child who could not accept his father; a disgraced child who became known as James the fallen, son of Michael the child of the Lord, and kin to the Enemy."
Michael…
"Didn't it seem odd to you, drowning in intellect as you are, John, that James Leo Green looks nothing like the man you met as his father?" Mammon asked.
Now that he thought about it that was true. The middle aged man who came to the door, who's name, if he remembered correctly, was also Michael, was in no way familiar to the boy who was supposed to be his son. That man had been delicatelyfair with black, contrasting hair. He'd had a nose and brows too strong to ever have been inherited by James, and eyes thatcracked like blue ice, in comparison to the warmth radiated from his "son's" green ones.
"One thing more that you might have missed…" Mammon explained shooting first Constantine and then James differing glances.
Both blondes began to disrobe. Mammon losing the dark button down he wore, and James stripping off his white cotton Tee.
what the—
The injuries inflicted upon Mammon, by none other than Constantine himself, were matching to the ones John had found on James. The bite marks, the razor thin cuts… The two figures were identical in every way.
"Why did you do this?" Constantine asked, really not sure who he was asking… but Mammon answered bluntly, "To punish you… I knew that it would kill you to have something so beautiful, so innocent—the way you saw him after the exorcism—to have something like that corrupted, the same way you were. That must kill you inside. James, before today, had you any idea who you really were?"
Then James, looking very proud of him self, replied "No, I had no idea until I saw the visions. I did not know what they meant until you came to me, that was a little bit after John left."
John was stunned, "Why?..."
"Because I was left alone, you see, and next time it all happens," Mammon said through narrowed eyes, taking James' face in his hands, "I…" he slowly leaned in to kiss the mouth of his twin with more gentleness than Constantine thought he was capable of. John was lost in ache and eroticism. And then breaking away Mammon finished "will not be the one who got used."