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John was hit by the sunlight as he stepped outside, the police had arrested him the night before and he spent the night in jail fending off the affections of a mad cell mate. Someone had posted bail ands he was free to leave.
Frank's black car was waiting; Jack leaned back on its hood holding a cup of coffee as he waited for John to come out.
"Had fun?" asked Jack as he sipped from his coffee and stepped into the car and sat in the passenger's seat.
"You posted bail?" asked John as he sat in the back.
"Midnite paid, we just came to pick you up."
"Does anyone have some...?"
Frank tossed some aspirin and some cigarettes to the back seat and started driving.
"Thanks a lot."
John swallowed an aspirin tablet and lit a cigarette.
"Hey John, Mind if I ask what the point of assaulting our opponent is and letting him know were coming?" asked Frank.
"Made me feel real good." said John as he started practicing his most sacred of habits: smoking.
"I got some new Info on Crowley." said Jack.
"I know who he is."
"I know, but there some that you don't."
"Alright, let's have it."
Jack tossed a folder to the back seat filled with photos, reports, articles... etc.
"I decided to dig up some more info on Crowley's estate and when it was purchased, but I was intercepted. I get as curious as a feline and asked a hacker friend of mine to help me out, turn out that the government has your old friend Crowley on its payroll."
"How so?"
"He works in 'Detachment A' a subdivision of the covert Bureau of the NSA that deals with the occult. It was started in the forties to counter Hitler's Occult Division of the Gestapo(1), they provide him with funds, resources and men. And he returns the favor in manner you can imagine. Divining the locations of wanted men, confusing masses and the works.
"His legion of mystics and henchmen are revered as the Damnation Army, he's brainwashed the agents the government provided him with, he's turned them into his Acolytes, and he's transformed them from soldiers into his very own satanic cult. They're true allegiance is with the devil."
"So this Crowley character has the well trained men, the weapons, the backing of the Devil AND the government..." said Frank.
"The child." interrupted Jack.
"Thanks Jack, The Child. What do we have?"
"Well, were the good guys," said Jack, "We have a former Archangel, we have... er... we have..."
Jack was at lost of words, they didn't have much unfortunately.
"We have nothing to loose." said John as he put his cigarette out.
"Your men are not enough." Nergal said as he and Aaron had their breakfast.
"They're highly trained soldiers, the best there is."
"They're human!" cried Nergal as he swigged from a bottle of Vodka.
"What do you suggest we do?"
"Round up the half-breads, have them guard the estate as the child transcends into The Devil's embrace."
"Constantine and Midnite have their informants; I can't risk having him know when the child will travel."
"These Humans will be a breeze to dispose of."
"Constantine doesn't murder, it's not his nature."
"Some stun gas will do it then."
Crowley was deep in thought, as Nergal feasted he was devising a plan; it had finally flourished in his head when he spoke, "I have an Idea, it'll provide us with the half-breeds we need and it will worsen Constantine's week."
Nergal seemed to fancy the idea, "What do you need?" he asked.
"He can't kill it." John mumbled to himself.
"Pardon?"
"If he kills the child, then it'll go to heaven because it didn't commit any sins, and it hadn't reached maturity yet."
"He can use a spell." commented Jack.
"He might end up with two common half-breeds. He need to use something that'll safely transport the Angel part safely to Hell."
"Is there such a spell?"
"There is a spell for everything."
"Should I look?"
The car stopped at John's building, as he got out he said, "Yes, I'll come by in a few hours and help you."
John opened the door to his apartment and saw an old demon lady sitting on his chair, looking right at him.
"What the f-"
"It's me John."
The old lady stood up and walked towards John, "Relax."
Body morphed into that of Ellie.
"Where have you been?" asked John.
"Hiding. To no avail, the shield has broken down." said Ellie, "They're on my tail."
"Since when could you do that?" asked John.
"The morphing? Since forever, we the Succubae use it to take the form that'll appeal to our targets. I rarely use cause it takes a lot of concentration and I rarely need it."
She made sure to keep away from the windows, "She's gone, isn't she?"
"I know where she is, getting her back won't be easy."
"You must go get her soon."
"I can't risk Hell having it, I'll-"
"It? IT? Damn you, John!" cursed Ellie, "You don't understand, do you?"
John knew what she was thinking; she paced the apartment t nervously speaking to him.
"To you, Midnite, Hell, Heaven, those men who abducted him, you all think of her as the Child that shouldn't have been, a pivotal figure that'll be difference maker in the war between heaven and hell. You know what she is to me? She's my daughter!"
"I know," John said, "I'll get her back."
Ellie sensed the understanding in him; perhaps they weren't the different at all.
"I need your help." she said.
"I know, and I will." John said, "But after you're hidden from the devil, I'll call on a favor, once you fulfill it, you'll have her in your arms."
"What do we do?"
John and Ellie walked into a tattoo parlor, its walls were painted with vulgar graffiti and murals, in the inside were only the two employees, A depressed Goth teen and an overweight man with jail house tattoos and several piercing.
"Hey John, long time no see." said the overweight cheerfully, his genteel attitude clashed with his intimidating appearance.
"Hi Austin." said John, "This is Ellie."
"Hi, sugar. How are you?" Austin greeted.
"I'm fine."
"That's my nephew Steve, say hello Steve."
Steve looked at them coldly and laconically said, "Hey."
"He's at that awkward phase." Austin commented under his breath, "So how can I help you?"
"She needs your handy work." said John.
"Sure, I'll even give her a discount seeing as how you guys are friends, what would you like? A flower perhaps."
"Not that kind of handy work." John said.
"You need something removed, then?"
"No."
Austin understood what they needed. He took John aside and spoke to him.
"You're not talking about that Shaman stuff?"
"Yes I am."
Austin sighed, "I'd walk on broken glass for you, John. But this too much to ask for! I run an honest business now."
"You were out of practice when you gave me these." said John as he bared his forearms, revealing the triangular tattoos he had.
"Remember how you got sick for weeks after that?"
"But it worked pretty good, they still do. And she can take anything you can dish out."
"How come? Is she like a Zen master or something?"
John didn't know how to put it gently, so he just said it, "She's a half-bread Demon."
Austin's eyes widened with surprise and anger, "You expect me to help out a demon. someone who serves to the prince of Darkness?"
"Austin, please just take a look at this." said John, as he handed him a folded peace of paper, it was unfolded and Austin grunted in disapproval after he saw it.
"That's it, get out both of you!" he ordered, pointing at the door.
"We're leaving, Ellie." said John as he made his way to the door.
Ellie was reluctant, she thought of going up to Austin and stapling him to the wall, and force him to do it. But she opted to follow John.
"Crowley says hi."
At the mention of Aaron, Austin frowned for all the things that caused him to remember.
"What did you say?"
"Aaron Crowley told me to say hello to all the gang for him. He was looking for Ellie you see." said John as he opened the door.
"Are you for real, John?" asked Austin as he approached them, "Or is it just another one of your cons?"
John stopped, "I cross my heart and hope to die an awful death."
Austin hesitated for a few moments, "Follow me."
They went into the basement, where some magic supplies were hidden; some old books were lying around covered in dust. The place hadn't been visited for months.
"Sit there." said Austin, pointing to a dentist chair at the center.
Ellie sat in and John strapped her in while Austin searched for something.
"I'll warn you, Honey." said Austin as he flashed an ancient iron scalpel, "This is gona hurt like nothing before."
Jack was reading some pages that were sent to him about Crowley, he would inform John of it soon. The information did present a new light for Crowley to be viewed from.
Jack was sipping his coffee when, the little bell attached to the doors rang and a well built man in a suit walked. Jack got into his business mode and smiled.
"Good day, Sir. Welcome to 'Moriarty's'. I'm Moriarty, can I help you?"
The man's eyes looked around the place in a suspicious manner.
"I'm looking for a very rare book."
"What subject? Fiction or poetry or-"
"The Occult."
"We have a large selection of those. What's the title?"
"Daghur."
A cold shiver shot through Jack's spine. Daghur was a Satanic Priest from the thirteenths century, who wrote an ominous book named after him that contained secrets to conjure hellish atrocities. Jack had fell upon the only surviving copy in a garage sale a few years ago but never dared look in it.
"I'm sorry. I don't have it."
"I think you do. I'll pay whatever you want."
"I'm sure you would. All the copies of 'Daghur' were burned with Daghur himself, only one was stored in Vienna, and that was lost in a train wreck in the fifties."
"And somehow it ended up in your hands. I'll pay double for it."
"Sir, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave." said Jack politely.
The man grabbed Jack by the collar and his voice became sharp and brutal, "Listen you four eyed limey prick!" he said, "I'm walking out of here with that book. If I pay or not is not my concern."
"Limey Prick?" asked Jack as he secretly grabbed the styrophome, "I'm no limey prick."
Jack tossed the contents of the cop into the mans face. The hot coffee burned the man's face and he squirmed in pain, meanwhile Jack reached behind the counter and produced a golf club.
"I'M A SCOTICH PRICK!" he said as he hit the man in the face with the club, the man hit the floor and Jack continued the assault. The Businessman was gone.
The bell rang again as another man walked in; he glanced at the one on the ground and lunged at Jack.
The Scotsman punched the man in the jaw then hit him in the crotch with the club, then went to whale on the first man.
The third man to enter didn't find more success, but as he was being flogged, a fourth man snuck up on him from the back and hit Jack.
The four men ganged up on the fallen book dealer, they kicked him while he was down for ages, one held him up and they took turns taking swings at him.
"Let's trash the place." said one of them, his speech distorted after he lost his front teeth from Jack's assault.
Jack looked up at them, his glasses shattered and his face bruised, his hair cacked with blood, "Please, don't." he said as they tore the place to peaces; Knocking down shelves, ripping apart the furniture.
"I got it." exclaimed one of them.
"NO!" screamed Jack with all his remaining strength, they had the book with them, he tried to warn them what they were allowing to happen. One of them smashed a foot into his chest, knocking the wind right out of Jack.
"Help..." he said, trying to scream it but it came as a whisper.
"Help..hel..h..."
Ellie walked out of the parlor with staggering steps, with very little energy. John followed her lighting a cigarette.
"Have some rest," he told her, "Pass by the demon haunts and let me know how it went." he said.
A night in jail cleared his head, provided the motive and quiet he needed to begin devising a plan to get back the Child, to avenge Nigel and to get back at Crowley. He wasn't done yet, he needed a radical component, he needed to pull a never used before trick.
It was too dangerous, too far fetched and too ridiculous.
But then what would be the fun otherwise?
Crowley was right; he did do it for the fun. And right now, he felt like painting the town demon red.
Gabriel walked into Jack's place, she needed a little loan so she could make ends meet, and she had lost her job today since she was absent the day before, when she was at the shop where Nigel had died.
"Jack? I need a small favor."
The place was in a mess, worry started to sink in.
"Jack?"
There he was, amongst the shattered wood and the torn peaces of paper he laid a broken mess, almost lifeless, taking a breath was a heroic effort.
"Gabriel..." he said with a raspy voice, "The papers behind the counter..."
"I'll call for an ambulance."
"No, listen to me."
Jack was determined to get his message through.
"Have John read the pages behind the counter... very crucial..."
Gabriel crawled to where the phone was thrown and dialed 911.
"Hello, my friend is injured..."
She informed the paramedics of the address and the state of Jack; after she got off the phone she crawled to him and tried to support him.
"They have the book of Daghur."
"What?"
Jack then smiled and closed his eyes at that instant.
Jack lay in his bed hooked up to all those machines in his hospital bed, he'd been in a coma for the last hours.
"The wounds were severe, but all are repairable, his internal organs were damaged but not beyond recovery."
"Will he ever wake up?"
John looked coldly as the doctor tried to look for a soothing answer.
"There has been too much head tra-"
"Will he ever wake up?"
The doctor was pierced by Johns stares, "Not likely." he said.
"Isn't there anything we can do?" asked John.
"Pray for a miracle."
The doctor left, leaving John to just stare at Jack as the EKG sent off a steady beep, John's face had an expression of Apathy. But deep inside, rage was pilling up; he was craving to bring Judgment day on Crowley and his Damnation Army. He will be the striking hammer of god.
"It worked," said Ellie as she walked into the room, "I walked by a pack of half-breads, they didn't feel me."
"Good," John said, then turned around and faced the succubus, "I'm ready to call in my favor."
(1) Hitler did have an Occult Division in the Gestapo.