Constantine Fan Fiction

Angel Slayer

By Kraven Ergeist

Chapter One: Brooding.

I heard recently that my boss's son just got denied access to Earth. Big whoop. If he had, my job would have been right out the window. Of course, then everyone would have to deal with fire and brimstone around every street corner, but hey, I was more used to it than most.

I sat at my table, staring at my weapon, an unholy blade. It had the appearance of a thin sword, coated with a thick black tar-like substance. That substance, which never stopped seeping from the pores of the cursed steel, corroded through human flesh as painfully as an Angel's.

Home for me is an abandoned subway station that had been conveniently unfilled by cement. Not much to work with in terms of interior decorating, but there was plenty of room. With what earnings I could scrounge through the occult black market, I had fashioned a livable area out of what I could find. A fridge chocked full of old pizza and Chinese takeout, a bathroom with almost a fifty percent chance of actually receiving ground water, and sometimes even hot water if I was lucky, and a decent place to sleep that almost blocked out the constant rumbling of trains passing nearby at all hours.

I groaned, fiddling with the inverted pentagram around my neck. I hadn't gotten a call from Maleficent in weeks. Ever since Satan's son got withheld from our plane, the underworld has been in an uproar. It turns out the Devil's son had quite a following.

I got up, bedraggled. I was restless, and Maleficent would know where to find me.

I grabbed my coat, and headed out.

xxxxx

Papa Midnight's was popular between Angel and Demon half-breeds alike. As a neutral haven, it was the one place I could find solace among those I killed. I had heard that exorcists on both God and the Devil's side were born with the same power. It was simply a matter of who claimed them first. In my case…well, it was pretty obvious who found me first.

I looked around and saw the looks that the Angel half-breeds gave me, some with fear, some loathing, and some understanding. Here, I was as powerless to hurt them as they I. But that didn't mean that they had to like me.

I sighed, heading over to the bar, giving the tender a nod.

Jerry. A small man who didn't stand out, Jerry was perhaps the only human aside from the bouncer.

"What'll it be, Locke?"

"Bloody Mary," I muttered. "And make it a double."

He put the red drink in front of me, and I took a sip. I stared around at the company.

This side of the bar was mostly populated by demon folk. My eyes fell on a succubus, who was gingerly sipping a drink of God knows what concoction. She saw me and smiled; all succubae know not to scour the Devil's exorcists. But that didn't mean they couldn't have a little fun.

She got up and strutted over to me, her hips gyrating with painfully slow agitation. Although her face looked as innocent and pure as the driven snow, I knew all too well that what lay underneath was a demonic temptress of biblical proportions.

"Hey," she cooed at me, sliding up close, letting her knee come between my legs.

I smiled back, pretending to be uninterested. I had been the plaything of this particular feasting siren for years, and this time was no different than the rest.

"You, uh…" she licked her lips. "…Off duty?"

I nodded, getting to my feet. "For the moment."

She stuck her finger in her mouth and dabbed at my lips. "Well, what do you say to a little…dance?"

I sighed, doing my best not to let her sumptuous allure consume me entirely. "Do I have a choice?"

She shook her head. "Not really."

We were on the floor before I could say anything, her backside undulating against me, burning up my insides. Her hands have seized my wrists, drawing one hand up across her front to her womanly bosom and the other between her legs.

I was about to accept the invitation, when I feel someone tapping my shoulder.

"Can I cut in?"

I gulped, losing my libido in an instant.

"Maleficent."

I released my hold on the succubus before me, and turned to face him, bowing. Maleficent was one half-breed you didn't want to piss off. Even in his human guise, his face would scare most.

"You look like you were enjoying yourself, Xander" Maleficent noted. "Perhaps this…isn't the best time?"

I shook my head. I knew better than to delay my master any further. "No, sir. Now is perfect."

He smiled. "Good. Now, why don't you excuse yourself so we can talk in private? Papa Midnight has let me borrow one of his studies."

I nod, glancing over to the succubus. "Sorry, Lillith…next time, okay?"

Lillith blew me a kiss. "I'll be waiting."

I smiled as I watched her leave. There were whispers that of all the exorcists she had ever made into her pets, I was her favorite. Of course, I knew better than to blindly believe such claims.

I turned back to Maleficent and followed him to the private study near where Papa Midnight himself worked. Here, the smoke and light and noise were much less invasive.

Maleficent walked around the office, evidently hiding something within himself. "You're probably wondering why we haven't employed your services lately, hmm?"

I knew of course the reason, but I also knew better than to question him. "Yeah."

He turned to me and smiled. "No you haven't. The word's spread from here to the stars. Satan's little brat, you know?"

I nodded. "Oh yeah…that."

"Well, things are back on track, so on to business," Maleficent smiled before handing me a newspaper. "Here's the scoop: It's mid-March, right? Counting down for Earth Day, biggest grab bag of tree hugging, animal loving nature nuts this plane can muster. So I'm thinking, we need someone on active duty."

I nodded. "I was fully expecting you to have me doing something on the 20th."

Maleficent grabbed my collar and pressed his face right up to mine. "Never assume anything, kid!" he hissed. "As soon as you do, you lose."

I shivered as his cold, toxic breath swallowed me. "Y…yes sir."

Maleficent nodded, pointing to an article in the paper. "All right, here: local news, some big shot millionaire is donating half a million dollars to the nature center."

I nodded. "You…think a half-breed's behind it?"

Maleficent smiled. "Don't have to think; look here:"

He points to a blurry face in the picture above the article.

"Now, even though you got the sight, I'm sure you can't see this: Standing right beside the guy is a half-breed. But not just any half-breed. This is Michael himself."

I blinked. "Michael? You mean…the Michael?"

Maleficent nodded. "Oh yeah."

I frowned. "Sir, do you really think I can take someone like that? I mean…he's Michael!"

Maleficent takes me by the shoulder and I feel the temperature in my body decrease once more. "Now, listen kid, you got two options: You can either go after this guy, or you can die and go to hell right here and right now. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

I nodded, grudgingly. Like coercion was really necessary. I'd go after the half-breed either way.

"Good," Maleficent said, letting me go. "Now, you go on and have fun with your little wench. If you need me, you know where to find me."

I shuddered as I watch him leave. I stand for a few moments regaining myself. Talking with Maleficent was always a draining experience.

I stepped back out into the bar. Lillith had probably found a virgin to consume by now. I didn't feel like playing with her right now anyway.

I stumble back to my seat as Jerry gives me a raised eyebrow. "Maleficent finally give you another assignment?"

I nod, suddenly. "Yeah…he sent me after Michael."

Jerry blinked. "You're kidding? Michael? Did he at least give you anything to fight him with?"

I shook my head, drinking deeply from the drink I had left earlier. "Nope. Just the usual."

"That son of a bitch," Jerry muttered.

"Son of a succubus, actually," I corrected. "Though, if you call him on it, it'll be the last thing you do."

Jerry smiled. "I'll keep that in mind. Anyway, he really didn't give you anything to work with?"

I shook my head. "He gave me everything he said I'd need years ago. Unholy blade, putrid water, dark cloak, inverted pentagram…"

Jerry shakes his head. "Well…since you're a regular here, what say I point in the right direction to get some real wares?"

I look up from my drink. "What kind of wares?"

Jerry leaned over the table and whispered in my ear.

"You're kidding!" I say back. "Can you actually get stuff like that?"

Jerry shrugged. "No, but I know a guy who can."

I practically fling myself over the table. "Jerry, you are a God sent!"

Jerry smiled. "I'll take that at face value."

I sit back with relief. "I owe you big time, Jerry. Tell you what – if I live through this, I'll fix you up with one of these lovely ladies here." I gestured over to a group of succubae, currently amidst in devouring some poor soul.

Jerry blinked. "Scour free?"

I nodded. "Scour free."

Jerry smiled. "Locke, I'd say this is the start of a beautiful friendship."