To tell you the truth, Kam, Constantine is under nicotine withdrawal. And besides, he was the one tot ck down Jason and he does his share of asskicking. He'll get his act together don't worry.
Sorry I was late, possesed folk, writers block, don't think I'll ever get moving on Vol 4.
Middletown, New York
Seamus dialed the number to Jason's phone franticly and put the receiver to his ear and listened intently, passing like a madman.
"Hello"
"Jay. Listen carefully, the coven is sending a whole bunch of biblical baddies after you and the boys"
"Who is this?" Jason asked in a playful manner.
"Quit monkeying around you demon half-breed lover of livestock! It's Seamus. The coven elder is dead"
"I figured so, seeing as how we didn't die on his dead line"
"You knew? Where are you?"
"Off the Canadian west coast. We're on the boat and Scotland bound"
"After they killed Count Shohesh they sent something after you"
"What? More Pseudo-Immortal Demon posies"
"No. Sea Deamons, lead by The Leviathan."
Jason was silenced.
"You mean as the Leviathan in the bible? The great big swimming dragon"
"Yes; that one"
"I'll tell the troops."
Jason's tone changed to a fearful one, Seamus continued.
"Jason, In case you die and you more than likely will die; there is something I have to tell you."
"Did you want to say always had a crush on me"
"What? FUCK NO! Remember that time when we was in South Africa and we had only enough money for a plain ticket home"
"Yeah, then you were robbed and we had to stay there for three extra weeks. It wasn't your fault if that's what you're worrying about, I've long forgiven you."
"Well I wasn't robed; I blew them all in a poker game."
Jason was silent for a minute, and then spoke angrily.
"Better pray for an Apocalypse, Seamus O'Brien. Or It's my foot up your arse!"
Jason hung the phone and looked at the Canadian coast, which was now just a line on the horizon.
He an the rest of the crew got on the boat in a port in Nova Scotia, boat being an unaccurate term, it was more like a small yacht, the best one they could afford, the dealer that sold it also gave them some weaponry for the trip to and fro.
After setting the curse of the ship and making sure the sea was clear, Jason went down to the interior of the ship/yacht/boat, which was divided into four sleeping cabins, a bathroom and a kitchen. The others were sitting in the kitchen, having just eaten breakfast. They were talking until Jason suddenly walked in and then they fell into awkward silence.
"Don't stop on my account." Jason said in a cold voice, which held a hint of a demon's growl he couldn't stifle.
"I don't know what you mean." said Giles.
"You were talking about..?" "Sports, the '9ers mostly." said Constantine.
"The 49ers?"
Tension was starting to build between the group that was in the clear for the first time in the two days they knew each other after having been always on the run. Jason started to suspect a plot.
"Yeah," said Constantine coldly, "I'm from LA and they're Frisco but they do make a good team, wouldn't you say?"
"I presume you have something to tell us, Captain?" asked Cartaphilus.
"I got a call; I have information about the competition"
"What is it"
"In a plot t prevent us from making it to Scotland they are sending some nautical baddies to stop us in our tracks"
"Know of any in particular"
"The Leviathan was assigned as the top Agent in this operation, apparently he's in bed with the angels, so to speak."
A wave hit the side of the ship as the silence set in.
"How are we on the Weaponry?" asked Constantine.
"We've got some Shotguns, AK-47s, Grenades, a Mini Gattling Gun and a missile Launcher."
"Were you planning on Occupying Scotland"
"I came prepared; do you mind, Exorcist?"
Constantine got up and looked Jason in the eye, Jason towered over Constantine and it was apparent he would have the upper hand in a fight.
"Really, John! Do you plan on fighting me?"
Constantine starred Jason dead in his blood red demonic eyes and stepped back.
"Not right now."
"Mr Bauer," said Giles, trying to wash away the hostility, "How soon will we arrive to Scotland."
"It depends," Jason said as he watched Constantine leave, "Besides the Sea Demons, I expect us to arrive in 66 Hours or so."
"Then Giles and I will research ways to vanquish the Leviathan."
The sentence uttered by Cartaphilus indicated that a wish for Jason to leave, so he did, returning to deck.
He looked back behind them, Canada was now gone. He could hear someone vomiting into the sea, Constantine no doubt. The Exorcist may have had the stomach for demons but he didn't fare well at sea.
A day passed before the first attack struck.
It was around three a.m., Cartaphilus and Giles had just turned in and Constantine was asleep for hours, Jason was still up manning the ship. And suddenly the shooting started.
Hurrying to the deck, they saw Jason franticly shooting at creatures trying to board the ship. They looked like mermaids, only their upper bodies were green and muscular. And their heads were resembling those of apes with very sharp bulging fangs.
They grabbed weapons as well and started to to hack and shoot at the sea demons. Twice had one of them manage to come onboard and bite Jason in the leg, then he'd break their necks in animalistic fury.
By the time morning came the legion of demonic mermen was blown out of the water and the few that were left had escaped.
The battle left them tired and on edge, either sleep or research became out of the question, so they passed time by readying weapons and staying on guard for any attack. Jason was the worst of all, for he hadn't had any sleep for days. Which caused his features to harden and his demon side to manifest in some of his facial attributes.
The second attack came half a day later, when Seplavites closed in from the sky above and started attacking the ship, Jason as usual, grabbed a shotgun and started shooting them down, while Cartaphilus helped with some jolts of energy.
Remembering such an incident from before, Constantine took out a rag from his pocket and wrapped it around his hand, it was the remaining pieces of the same rag he used to defend Angela in that street over a year ago when they were attacked by a flock of winged demons.
"In the name of all the prophets that walked the earth," he muttered as he lit the rag on fire, "I the name of the saints looking down from the sky, by the cleansing power of faith, I burn you to oblivion."
He swung his forearm in a sweeping motion as the ran caught fire, the rag then ignites in a powerful light, Illuminating the are and sending rays of light through the bat like wings of the demons, who then withered up and turned to ash before the dust hit the water.
And then came the Leviathan.
A harrowing monstrosity it was, resembling a hundred-foot long black skinned snake with the head of a dragon.
Shotguns were ready in the hands of Constantine, Gils and Cartaphilus, white Jason held a loaded missile launcher. They waited in anticipation as the Leviathan swam under the surface and then reared its head above the water.
After carefully aiming at the head, Jason pulled the trigger and missile sliced the air towards the target...
And hit the Leviathan square on the jaw, but the terrible thing was, that even after the missile exploded, the leviathan wasn't even moved, wasn't even scared, and perhaps the powerful demon didn't even mind.
"Fuck!" said one of them, and it doesn't matter who cause they were all thinking it. Jason loaded another missile into the launcher, but then the wrath of the Leviathan struck them.
A streak of flame burst from the Leviathan's nostrils and struck the side of the ship, sending it rocking. Then a wave caused by it's tail almost drowned them.
They started pulling the triggers of their shotguns, trying to hit any part they could, to no avail. Because every shot simply bounced off the Leviathan's skin.
Jason then collected a Mini-Gattling Gun from a crate and loaded a strip of ammo and started shooting, which although managed to pierce it's thick skin, only pissed off the leviathan which started to breath fire unto them and slam it's powerful tail against their ship.
"Where's the Key?" screamed Constantine, as he realized this was one battle they might not win.
"I have it!" said Jason as he raised the key from his pocket. While he was fiddling with the missile launcher.
"No! You idiot!"
The Leviathan saw the key and went after it, Jason tried to escape by diving in the other direction, but the sea monster caught his leg in its mouth.
Jason clutched the missile launcher instinctively and hurled the key at Constantine.
They all watched as the Leviathan dragged Jason away, and held it thirty feet in the air preparing to swallow him, realizing he didn't have the key anymore.
But in a last effort to not be eaten, Jason lodged the missile launcher between its jaws to prevent them from snapping shot on him. He could hear the metal bend and the Launcher wouldn't hold for long. So he took out three grenades from his belt and pulled their pins simultaneously, dropped them into the Leviathan's throat and dove into the ocean.
The explosion rocked the boat and blew up the Leviathan's head, eve though it's body still stood erect in the water.
Jason swam to the boat where they threw him a rope and helped him onto the deck. They welcomed him back and then Cartaphilus wondered.
"Why is it still moving?"
He was right, even though it was render headless, the Leviathan's body still stood erect in the water and was experiencing something uncanny.
Without any warning, two heads sprouted from where the original head was.
"That's not sporting!"
The fight went on, the Leviathan started to swim in circles around the ship, blowing flames from both heads at the boat, causing more and more damage.
Constantine was knocked down and landed next to Giles who was on his back as well.
"Constantine," Giles said eagerly, "Do you see how it sprouted two heads"
"It's hard to miss." said Constantine as he rolled his eyes.
"Doesn't it remind you of anything?"
"Sure, the Hydra in Greek mythology"
"Exactly, according to the legend, Hercules was sent to slay a creature with multiple heads, only upon every decapitation the Hydra would sprout two new heads"
"...So he cauterized the bloody stomps, I know."
"I think we have to decapitate the heads and then cauterize the wounds using a bomb of some sort"
"Jason used fire to blow the head of in the first place. Sure it would work?"
"It's worth a try."
They filled Cartaphilus and Jason in on he plan, and the next step was decided.
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"Hey!" called Cartaphilus as he waved the key, "Come get me."
The Leviathan looked with its heads at him, then charged quickly trying to get to Cartaphilus.
The Immortal stepped aside in the last second allowing Constantine to shoot a missile between it's necks. While Jason leapt from the top of the boat onto one of it's heads while holding an operating chainsaw in one hand, and straddling the neck with his legs.
The Blades cut through the flesh and the head fell into the ocean, lifeless, and as Jason prepared to burn the bloody stomp, the other head pushed him onto the boat and the Leviathan retracted.
"We were so close!" Giles exclaimed.
But the Leviathan's head turned at its bloody stomp of a severed neck and breathed fire, and two heads emerged.
"Alright, that's even worse."
"It seems that fire is it needs to regenerate its heads, if we leave the stomps bleeding then it will die." commented Giles.
"We'll have to cut all three at once before one can regenerate another."
"How do you suppose we going to do that? I only have the two hands."
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Once again, Jason was straddling a neck and severing off one of the heads, the demon was smarter than it appeared and wouldn't be fooled as easily as the first time.
The head fell to the water, and one of the heads turned to blow fire onto Jason and the stomp, so he lodged the still spinning blades in the stomps to keep that from happening.
It twisted and turned ad the two heads sent harrowing screams of Agony. Meanwhile, Cartaphilus was on another head and he managed to bind it with the chain so that it could never spread its jaws.
The third head removed the chainsaw from the bloody stomp and it dropped it, but the chainsaw was also chained by a long iron chain to Jason's foot, so he retrieved it and sliced at the sides of the neck, so the free head spread its jaws for a repeated attack.
When they were a few feet apart, Jason leapt with great agility and clung to the neck, then severed it.
The only remaining head, wrapped in a chain bobbed in all directions and yelps of pain sounded of it and. Its tail violently batted the side of the boat.
Jason slid down the smooth cylindrical shaft of the neck and stood at the base of all three necks, then hacked at the base of the only remaining head's neck.
This time, the snake-like sea beast fell into he water and submerged, causing a great splash.
Cartaphilus and Jason swam to the boat, where they were met by glum faces from Giles and Constantine.
"The boat is damaged. I think were sinking."
They climbed into the boat cursing their luck and the angels that sent all those demons. They were certain thy wouldn't reach Scotland.
"Look." said Cartaphilus as he pointed at the horizon, where a green strip of land could be seen.
"We made it."