Constantine Fan Fiction

Angel Slayer

By Kraven Ergeist

Prologue: The Left Hand Man

Everyone talks about how great God is and how evil the Devil is. Everyone prays to God in fear of being taken by the Devil. Everyone blindly sides with God, thinking that He is the only one who can be trusted. Well, let me be the first to tell you that God is far from perfect. He's just the lesser of two evils.

My name is Alexander Locke, and I'm an exorcist. Not the kind that everyone hears about who removes demons from innocent human beings. No, balance has always been maintained between God and the Devil, and it's not always the Devil who oversteps his boundaries.

They call me the Angel Slayer, because it's basically what I do. I'm less favored by many, because it's always the good individuals I have to kill. When a little girl goes into a raving lunacy and starts clinging to walls, that when God's Right Hands step up and saves the day. My job, you see, is much dirtier. Just as in physics, everything that God does has an equal and opposite reaction. What I do is I remove excess positive doers, the half breed angels who try to help too much, who try to push the limit, making people rely on them too much to do good that is already in there hearts.

You cannot believe how hard it is to kill an angel.

Oh, they're easy enough to eradicate, that's not the issue. What's hard is living with yourself after you've done what you've done. Imagine killing a sacred being, knowing that you had to, but at the same time, knowing that you were committing a crime that any church would have you banished or burned for.

What's worse is that most of the time, my prey doesn't fight back. They simply stand there with their wings drooped in submission, as I slice off their heads with my unholy blade. They know that balance must be maintained. They know that, when God orders them to do what they do, they are risking my justice. They don't have to like it. And neither do I.

Others were hell-bent, so to speak, on making saints out of individuals without letting go. Philanthropists, environmentalists, Peace Corps, even foster parents; most if not all human beings who dedicate their lives to bettering the human race have been doing so under the unconscious influence of angelic half-breeds. Gandhi, Martin Luther King Jr., even JFK, most historical figures who have had a positive impact on humanity were half-breed angels.

Not convinced? Then notice how all three of the above were conveniently assassinated.

All orchestrated by the Devil's exorcists.

Fortunately, none were my doing. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I had erased people like that from history. But still, I had been made to kill off angelic half-breeds who were just like them.

The first year, I would look each angel in the eye and cry every time I erased their life. Then, the next year, I would apologize. Then, I'd say, "Nothing personal, it's my job." Then, finally, nothing at all.

I used to try as hard as I could to catch an angel in the act. To stop them before they committed their crime, and let them off with a warning. Now, I just wait for it to happen.

Nothing personal, it's my job.

Then a dull "thwack." And they're gone.

Nowadays, I was as bitter as a soldier who comes home from a bloody war. He lives his life and goes through the motions, but in his mind, he's still fighting the war. Only this soldier still actually is fighting the war. A war that most people don't even know about, that most people, if they did know about it, would fight to their last breath to stop me.

Because who wouldn't want a guardian angel over their shoulder at all times, helping them make the right choice? Who wouldn't want to be at the right place at the right time, and never make a single mistake for the rest of their lives?

Turns out the world doesn't work that way, and the Devil has as much of a stake in this world as He does, and he's not going to just sit by while angels continually deny him new inmates.

How do I justify myself, you ask? How do I live with myself after doing such horrible things? I find that it's easiest to believe that human beings need to make choices on their own. It's up the people, not angels, but people, to make the world a better place. They couldn't ride with training wheels their whole life. If there was an angel trying to help too much, that angel had to be destroyed as much as any demon trying to coerce a sinner.

And that's where I came in.

The Devil's Exorcist.

The Left Hand Man.

The Angel Slayer.

A/N: Well, I guess I think I'll stick with this character I created. I'll be introducing a lot of new characters in this fic, but don't worry. The chars from the movie will arrive shortly.