She stood and looked down to see her mortal body laying in a pool of blood on the ground, her head was bashed beyond recognition, her brain was spread all over the ground.
She felt a sudden presence, some light and the sound of flapping wings.
Azrael stood before her with her omnipresent scroll open, and her black wings spread. She stroked off a name.
"Gabriel," muttered Azrael, "Died 11 p.m., Severe trauma to the head, Los Angeles, California, America."
The Angel of death rolled the scroll and stuck it in a holster at her side. She smiled genuinely at her and said, "Hi, dear."
"Hello, Azrael." Answered Gabriel fearfully.
"Weird shit going down tonight, huh? It's going to be a particularly busy night."
"I agree. So, up or down"
"You now, it's not too often that someone take their demise in stride"
"Sorry about that. But I've seen all the sights I'm ready to go home, wherever that is"
"You know very well where you belong."
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John stood panting; he dropped his gun and looked upon the body of his old friend whom he has just killed. He could sense something happening to it, it was changing into that of a demon.
"Face it, John, you fucked up big time."
John could see the smirking soul of Aaron Crowley that stuck around anticipating his body to change so h could start his life as a demon.
"Wipe that smirk off your face, you piece of shit. This isn't over, no yet."
"Oh yeah? What are you going to do?" taunted Crowley's ghost, "You got your friends killed, you're getting all those who are left killed tonight, all you've done was make it a whole lot worse for everyone. So give me your best shot."
John smiled mysteriously and went to a corner where he had hid the contents of his duffel bag minutes age, and produced a small ebony wooden box, embedded with silver and carved in Latin.
Crowley seemed worried, he glanced over at his body that's skin was turning red.
"What's that?" He asked.
"A little number from my friend Jack Moriarty whom you put in a hospital. I was going to use it to hold the child. It's a demon prison, pieced together by Buddhist Monks. And if my calculations are correct, you're feeling a little drawn to it, right?"
Crowley began to panic, he felt his astral form shift on its own and head to where the open box was, and the further his body was transformed, the more he felt the box attract him.
"Perhaps we can make a deal, John." Said Crowley as he grabbed the wall to keep himself from being sucked into the box, but his fingers just went straight through it.
"Go to Hell, buddy." Said John as the transformation of the body quickened, blackened horns pierced the now blood red skin and the hair turned white.
"No, John. Close that thing!" begged Aaron, and then a wind blew him away and crammed his soul into the box, the lid then shut on its own.
"Hell of a way to go." Whispered John as the smoke settled and all came to an end.
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Midnite was now able to see the child's true form; it was completely black with Crimson markings now. He continued chanting till it was too much for him and he was flung across the room by the separation.
A horrible sound he heard, like someone singing as he was being consumed by flames, Midnite didn't dare look. He came to his senses a minute later ad opened his eyes, just in time to see something with wings go crashing through the window and fly away with tremendous speed. He then heard the sound of a child's crying, a human child.
The witch doctor stood and staggered to the table where a human baby girl was laying. The spell had worked; he'd succeeded in separating the human part from the demonangel part. The first was still here, while the second had escaped, hopefully to where no one will ever find it again.
"'ey, Mate." Said Frank as he walked in with the crossbow in hand, "Are you alright"
"I'll live." Said Midnite as he wrapped the child in his coat, "Hopefully it'll be the same with others."
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John kneeled on the floor facing the wall, he lit a Silk Cut cigarette in celebration, and finally it was all over.
"Hello, John."
John recognized the vice, and used to hope he'd never hear it. He spun around and faced the Devil, sauntering in wearing a white suit.
"Luke."
"This feels familiar." Said Lucifer, remembering their encounter from a year ago, "Dejavoe. Now where's the child"
"The child took a hike, half of him anyway. The other half you have no claim to, in other words you loose again. Consider yourself fingered." said John, as pompous as ever.
"You shouldn't have done that, John." Said the Devil angrily.
"What are you going to do about that, kill me? Unlikely, that's Constantine: 2, Devil: Zero. Which is to say; up yours, Asshole."
"A funny thing just happened, John." Said the Devil as a mysterious smirk started spreading, "An Angelic Emissary had visited me. They threw you out"
"What"
"You're back in hell." Said the Devil triumphantly, "Right where you belong. They didn't appreciate you deceiving them very well."
"Big deal." Scoffed John, "I'll earn my redemption again."
Satan stuffed his hands into his pockets and said, "No, you won't."
He produced two things that John first thought were Cole, but then remembered where he'd seen them before; they were the cancerous tissue from his lunge that he'd taken out a year ago.
With the speed of light, the prince of darkness plunged his fists into John's chest. Constantine screamed at the searing pain, he realized what he was doing, planting the cancer right back in.
The Devil stepped back as John started coughing, his laughs echoed through the mansion as he watched his enemy hunched over, suffering from his returning terminal illness.
"I failed to mention that the Cancer had gotten more aggressive through the past year, and hence, you won't make it to see the sunrise."
"You bastard!" Yelled John, as blood poured from his lips, "You god-damn rat bastard!"
"Moi? I wasn't the one who was on ten packs of Cigarettes a week for twenty years, face it John, you brought this on yourself. The condemnation to hell, the cancer. It's all you, baby. I just happened to be here."
Constantine couldn't even kneel anymore, he lay on his side spitting out blood, every breath harder to take, Satan chuckled as he took a cigarette from John's pack and put it to his lips with a wave of hand the tip ignited and he stood enjoying his cigarette.
"I have another surprise fro you. Come out here, John is ready to see you."
Chas walked into the room shooting John looks of utter hate and pure contempt.
"Who are you?" Asked John amid coughs.
"This is Kramer. Chas Kramer, Asshole"
"It can't be... you.. you're"
"Dead? Yes, I'm dead, and in hell. You sent me to hell, Constantine. A hell of a friend you are"
"I didn't send you to hell"
"Didn't you? I had your back, John. You should have returned the damned favor. Hell will be a lot easier to take now that you're going to b with me, sharing all the red delights."
John's eyes started to tear, and he soon was coughing and crying simultaneously, bringing more pleasure to Lucifer, "Aint life grand? God gave you cancer and I took it away, and now I'm giving it back. After all these ages, God and I agree on something."
While the Devil taunted the dieing Constantine, Chas was busy doing his own work, he creped to the corner where the box was and he picked up a circular saw that was behind it, the one crafted by Jack, the one capable of cutting a demon open.
"You will hang in the 8th circle of hell. And the demons will all... You know what? I won't spoil the surprise for you."
Chas turned on the circular saw and watched the holy blade as it spun.
"Speaking of Surprises." Muttered John as he spat a mouthful of blood, full of bravado, "Here is one right now.."
Chas stabbed the Devil in the back with the saw, and cut a massive hole in it, and before he had the chance to understand, Chas stuck his hand into the devil's back and clutched his hart, ripping it out with all the strength he had.
Lucifer fell to the ground, he turned slowly to watch Chas holding his still beating heart in his hand, there was something familiar with the smirk of the young man's face. That mischievous smirk he'd seen before.
Then Chas started to change, his hair grew straight and long, he grew in height and his figure changed, transforming into that of... Ellie.
"Surprise, Morningstar." Said the succubus as she crushed his heart in her fist. The Devil screamed in pain.
"But, how?" Asked Lucifer.
She pulled up her shirt and reveled a sigil carved in her skin by Austin North, a sigil that shielded her from all eyes of hell. She then ripped the beating heart into peaces and tossed the remains aside.
The Devil stopped shaking and died, the Fallen Angel Lucifer Morningstar was now deceased.
"I'm sorry, John." Said Ellie, "I didn't know he'd give you your cancer back"
"I had it coming." Said John and coughed some more.
John's sight was getting fuzzy as he passed out, Ellie left in search of her child; she came across Midnite and Chandler who handed her daughter. And With a mother's kind touch and mercy, she took hr daughter in her arms and looked into her eyes dreamingly. The Child and Mother had been reunited.
"Hello, Jane." She said.
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John opened his eyes and watched as Gabriel walked into the room, he was dieing and she came to do her job.
"Well, John." Said Azrael as her wings folded up and disappeared, "Once again you're the last man standing, bravo."
John was too weak to reply, so Azrael just looked sternly at him.
"You know what you just did?"
John was slipping away very quickly; he could barely understand her words.
"If you're going to be like that, then I might as well do this..."
Azrael crouched down and brushed her hand all over his chest, and John's lungs were rejuvenated, the cancer was gone again. It didn't hurt this time, unlike with the devil who wanted it to be an unpleasant experience.
"I don't understand." Said John as he breathed with fresh lungs.
"I healed you, smartass"
"But, I'm condemned to hell"
"Yes you are, but you have got yourself into an intriguing situation. You see when you told your friend to separate the child; you started a chain of events that will lead to the end of the world"
"What? I don't understand. The child will destroy the world?"
"Not really." Said Azrael as she picked him up by the collar.
"The child is powerful, but no more of a threat than me. It's birth alone is the only thing notable in this whole mess, the prophecy is 'A daughter of deviancy and a son of light will be as man and woman, and sire the crimson child, and on the child's seventh day the Devil shall fade and the first of the Fallen shall rise. And so will the end begin"
"First of the fallen?" Asked John.
"Before there were Humans and Angels, there was the First of gods creations, and when the first fell the Angels were born. Then when Lucifer fell, there was someone already at the bottom to receive him. For centuries they battled over who would rule Hell. Lucifer one, but only because he had the bigger army, the first accepted because he knew that he would have the last laugh, he hid in the caves waiting till the day he could make his return. And believe me John; he's rolling on the floors of hell laughing right now."
"I never heard of him"
"Neither have we, our god had saw fit to tell us when the time came. The First is one bad mother fucker, John. Ten folds worse than the devil. His not a human, not a demon, not an Angel. He's unique, and hence the rules don't apply to him.
"Due to the situation, the old pact between the devil and god is gone, it's a whole new set of rules now. Angels and Demon will roam Earth as they please. Even we Half-Breads will become pure Angels again."
"All because of me"
"Yes, John. That's why you're alive, because like it or not, you will fight for us. You will fight against the First of the Fallen and his Army of Hell."
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The Demons of Hell are in a state of chaos; they've just known that the Devil has been killed on earth, and that his soon Mammon shall take his place on his father's thrown. The lords of hell have come to pledge loyalty to him.
A force to reckon with had stalked through the crowds, seven feet of muscles, yellow eyed, his hair reached to his hips. A frightening specimen, this newcomer who had hid in the caves for eons had came to claim what was his. The Warriors of Hell tried to stop him but were ripped to shreds. He made his way to Mammon who lunged at him; the son of the Devil had a painful demise. The sight brought all demons to stand at bay and hear what the beast came to say.
"Who are you?" Hissed Lilith.
"I am the first of the fallen," said the beast, "I am the first evil, I am the true devil. I am no fallen angel, nor human. I am the first of the fallen. This Hell is rightfully mine, as is Earth and so will Heaven be one day."
The remaining Demons of hell were initially reluctant to approach the new comer, but eventually accepted him as their general and leader, and stalked to plead their loyalty to him, vowing to serve under his command in the war between Heaven and Hell.