Author's notes: Hey people, sorry about the long wait, I know I promised you the final showdown last time but I figured I'd drag it on a few more chapters, but I'm sure your all waiting to see how things go down so here you go people. And I promise to make it worth it's wait. Enjoy and please review.

"Blimmy!" shrieked Constantine as he leaped back with the rest in horror. Ash…or rather the possessed Ash, sun around looking at each member of the group around him, his mouth wide open and eyes gazing ravenously from at each of the others, as if trying to decide which to attack first. The rest of the trench coat brigade looked at their friend in horror and uncertainty. The Five of them were now in a semi circle around Ash, from Ash's far right; the line up was Constantine, Mr. E, Tim Hunter, Dr. Occult, and the Stranger.

"What are we going to do?" asked Tim to all present.

"We must find some way to free him, he is a man of strong will, we might be able to give his soul a fighting chance," stated the stranger.

"And your weakness prevails over you again," roared Mr. E, everyone turned their attention to him. "Look at him!" E bellowed as Ash continued to roar and growl at them. "He is no longer human, how do you plan to restore his soul at this point. He no longer has the ability to reason, the only way to save his soul now is to send it into the after life, wherever it may take him."

"Bollocks," bellowed Constantine. "He's our mate he is, are we just going to give up on him like he was nothin?"

"If you would abandon your friends to the hands of a demon, Constantine, than it appears it must once again be my strength that saves us," stated E. He then raised his crossbow and aimed it at Ash.

Constantine leaped in E's direction. "E for sod sack don't do it!" he shouted. Tim and Occult also cried out in protest. The Stranger thrust his right arm in E's direction, a bolt of blue lighting shot out and struck E's right arm just as he fire his weapon, but just as the Stranger had planned it threw off E's aim, the arrow sped off course, but not to far off course. E had aimed for Ash's heart, the arrow spun to the left and grazed Ash's right shoulder, dark red blood sprayed out of the wound, the Ash grasped the wound and roared at the top of his lungs with pain, he then turned his attention to his pain's point of origin. He charged he with the speed of a cheetah, much to fast for E to reload or for any of the other's to take any action. E was fortunate that he had hit Ash in the right shoulder or he would have most likely been impaled. Ash gave a mighty punch to E's chest with his left fist and sent E flying backwards into a crumbled building.

Dr. Occult ran toward Ash. "Ash! You have to snap out of it," he said. "Your stronger than the demon is, concentrate!" he insisted. Ash turned to the doctor and gave wicked smile. He then grabbed Occult by the throat and lifted him in the air.

The Stranger ran to them quickly. "Ash, you must be strong now, free yourself. We are your friends, you don't want to hurt us!" the Stranger insisted as Dr. Occult gasped for air.

Ash gave a wicked laugh, which sounded closer to a roar as he held the doctor in his grasp. "Yes, I Do!" growled his demonic voice as he threw Dr. Occult at the Phantom Stranger with all his strength. Both the Stranger and Occult were now lying on the ground. Ash grinned with the smile of a shark and turned to Constantine. "And you!" he roared.

"Oh bloody hell," grumbled Constantine with terror as he made a petty attempt to back away, he was trembling with terror, to horrified to think of any possible escape. Ash approached him swiftly but with ease, confident that Constantine was helpless. He grabbed Constantine by the neck and lifted him up over his head. Constantine hung helplessly in the air with his hands hanging at his sides.

"Are you English?" asked Ash with a sadistic smile. "Tell me, are you English?" he repeated. "ARE YOU ENGLISH?" Ash's voice turned to a furious roar.

Constantine was too terrified to be annoyed by these words. Mockery about his accent was not uncommon especially among demons. "Ah…Yes," Constantine gasped through Ash's grasp. The demon chuckled wickedly at it's victory. A small rock smacked against the back of Ash's head, Ash's face twisted into a sneer as he turned to see Tim Hunter with his right arm held back. In his hand was a rock and he was preparing to throw it.

"Put him down!" ordered Tim.

Constantine knew he had to think fast or else Ash would surly crush Tim. Constantine raised his left hand and tapped Ash on the shoulder. The demon turned to him with an even deeper sneer. Constantine gave him a charming smile. "Don't you like the English?" he asked with a high-pitched gentleman's voice. Ash's disfigured face turned bright red and the demon's face twisted and churned even more with furry. Constantine realized he had made a terrible mistake. 'Oh bugger,' he thought.

"NNAAAOOOO!" roared the demon. He then lifted Constantine over his head and hurled him head first toward the same building he had thrown Mr. E.

Mr. E had emerged from the hole in the wall of the building he had been thrown through dragging his crossbow at his side. "Death to the he impure!" he growled as he climbed out of the hole, covered in dust, he now looked gray all over. It had only been a few seconds when, with his unnatural hearing that he heard the high pitched wailing of an Englishman soaring towards him at a high speed. "No," he gasped has his facial expression twisted from furry to horror. An instant latter Constantine flew into E's chest and the two of them flew through the hole in the building wall and through another interior wall before coming to a stop as they smashed against the wall at the opposite end of the building. E's sunglasses had been knocked off outside the building. Now the two of them lay against a wall in the dimly light building, with Constantine's semi conscious head in E's chest and E laying with the back of his head propped up against the wall wide awake, his empty eye sockets exposed and even more furious than he was when he emerged from the building, so angry he could not even bring himself to shake Constantine awake. After a few moments Constantine began to shift and regain consciousness. "Constantine!" E growled in a deep raspy voice, his face vibrating with anger.

Constantine opened his opened his eyes and looked up to see a gray, eyeless, frowning face only inches away from his own, his eyes widened. "AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Constantine screamed in terror at what he saw.

E lifted his right arm, itself trembling with his furry and grasped Constantine's shirt collar. Constantine paused his screaming. "Get off of me," E growled. Constantine then continued to scream in terror. E then grasped Constantine's throat, forcing his screaming to a strangled halt. "And stop screaming so close to my ears!" E roared with frustration. At this Constantine recognized the horrific face he had awoken to.

"E?" Constantine gasped from E's grip. Mr. E loosened his grip, realizing Constantine had recognized him. "Bloody hell man have you ever considered a little lift and bloody tuck old son?" These words made E grow even angrier. He considered facelifts to be a lustful obsession with one's body and sex. E quickly started mumbling something. Constantine was taken back by this, "What are you saying?" he asked, just before he recognized the words E was mumbling as the spell of strength.

E finished the spell; his right arm began to flux with blue lightning. "I said, GET OFF!" shouted E as he gave Constantine a might push forward. In fact he pushed with so much strength that he sent Constantine flying back out they way he came.

The demon had just thrown Constantine and had turned to Tim. Timothy was about ten feet away. He backed further away from Ash but kept his arm back and ready to throw the rock in his hand. "Concentrate Ash!" said Tim. "You have to break free," he insisted. The demon took a step towards Tim; he clearly gave Tim no regard as an opponent. Tim threw the rock at Ash's head with all his might, hoping to knock him out. Ash extended his arm and caught the rock in mid-air. The demon paused for a moment then tightened his grip on the rock and crushed it, the powdery remains of the rock slipped through his fingers and scattered into the wind. The demon gave a dark chuckle. Tim took another step back and looked around nervously trying to think of something, anything to improve the current situation. He could think of nothing but one. But the last time he tried it, Constantine had given him an earful for it and he was unsure of it's effect on the human body, it could not only dispel the demon but kill Ash as well. But given the circumstances it seemed to be the only way out. "Sorry Ash," he said and muttered a phrase, which the demon could not comprehend. Tim's right hand started glowing as bright as a star Ash's twisted face twisted with confusion and blinked from the light. Tim raised his hand and thrust the light into the Ash's face. The light burst into the Ash's face and glowed brighter than ever, Tim shut his eyes as the light became blinding. Occult and the Stranger (who had gotten up only seconds ago) quickly lifted their arms and covered their own eye's. The Demon's unnatural voice howled and faded into nothingness. The light vanished just as swiftly as it came, and there stood Ash. His eyes had grown back into place his skin loosened back to normal, his skin color returned to normal, and his rotten teeth had vanished and had been replaced by his white, well kept teeth. Ash gasped for breath as if had just ran a mile. "Ash!" Tim exclaimed, happy to see that his last resort spell had not killed his latest companion. "Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yes," Ash said as he regained control of his breathing. "I'm fine," he said with a sight of relief. "Damn, it!" he bellowed with a sense of realization. "This is the third time those bastards did this to me," he growled. "Now the gloves are off baby," he growled and brushed off his white trench coat. Tim smiled and sighed with relief that Ash was back to his old self again.

"Impressive Timothy," remarked the Stranger from behind, Tim turned to the Stranger. "I am impressed that you have mastered the Sanctus Lucifra spell."

"The what?" asked Tim in confusion.

"The Holy Light spell," the Stranger translated.

"Constantine had informed us that he had taught you most High Magnus spells but not that one," stated Dr. Occult.

"What's so special about it," asked Tim. "The last time I used it John nearly bit my bleeding head off!" Tim continued as Ash continued to rant about how he was going to carve the deadites up like Christmas Gooses.

Dr. Occult sighed. "If Constantine insists on being your instructor he should at least be thorough in his teaching," he mumbled. "The Holy light spell is the most powerful of all High Magnus spells it is said that that spell was given to Merlin from the Archangel Michael himself, it's power is so pure and so extreme that you can only use it a few times in your life."

"Oh bollocks," said Tim after a short pause. "Well I sure hope I won't be needing that again."

"A spell of that magnitude at this age, either this young man is the heir to Merlin himself or perhaps Constantine is not as clumsy and arrogant as he seems," remarked Dr. Occult.

"Nothing is ever as it seems Doctor," stated the Stranger. Ash's ranting seemed to be calming down.

Tim's eyes widened. "Bloody hell I forgot about John!" he shrieked.

At these words Ash ceased to rant and turned to the others. "John, what about him, what happened?" asked Ash with a face full of concern. Tim turned to Ash and was about to explain what had happened when a loud scream filled the air they all turned to see Constantine flying towards Ash at a high velocity. "Noo…" Ash managed to scream an instant before Constantine collided with him and sent them both flying backward into a pile of rubble. The others rushed to their aid.

Ash blinked in the dust of the pile of brick and stone he lay upon and looked into the eyes of his English friend John Constantine, himself blinking and coughing from the dust. Ash looked into Constantine's eyes with resentment for the abrupt and unwanted high-speed ride he had just had. Constantine returned his gaze and smiled sweetly. "You have beautiful eyes love," he said.

"Get off of me," Ash growled without showing anymore anger. Constantine pushed himself to his feet.

"Come now love, no need to play hard to get, there's a first time for everything you know," said Constantine as he brushed himself off.

"Shut up John," said Ash, almost growling as he stood up and brushed himself off.

"First E now you love?" asked Constantine with an even deeper grin. "Why are all the boys so touchy today."

"John," said Ash and Tim in unison, both with identical expressions on their faces that pointed out the eternal truth that enough is enough.

"All right you humorless wankers!" exclaimed Constantine. "Jaisus Christ am I the only one in this world with a sense of bleedin humor?" he asked to all present. Dr. Occult pressed his hand to his forehead and shook his head.

"He is as tactless as ever," sighed the Stranger.

"So your back Mr. Williams," came a familiar voice from behind the group. They all turned to see Mr. E standing only a few yards from the huddle of the main group, his sunglasses back on and all matter of dirt and/or dust gone. "I admit I am impressed that your soul should have so much will power to maintain itself through such an ordeal," he said, his face and voice as cold and emotionless as usual.

"If you stick around bud you'll find I'm full of surprises," said Ash with a grin.

"Indeed," replied E. He then turned in Tim's direction. Tim did not even blink at E's attention. "And I notice the child grows ever more powerful," said E. "Let us hope that he should continue to harness his powers for good, even after one has started the path of righteousness it can be easy to stray form the road into the vast forest of sin.

Tim was taken back by these words. 'Was E, praising me?' he asked himself.

"Well thank you Father Corapi," said Ash. "Now before anything else goes to hell, why don't we try to stop for a moment and try to figure out what to do instead of just going out and winging it?"

Everyone was silent at these words. Everyone thought silently for a moment. E broke the silence after a minute. "If anyone can help us on that note Mr. Williams, it is you," said E.

"What," everyone accept E asked in Unison.

"What are you talking about?" asked Ash.

"When the demon took your body, and your minds and souls were mingled, what did you see?" asked E.

Ash paused for a moment thinking back on what happened. "I'm not sure it kind of went blank," said Ash.

"E is correct Ash," said the Stranger as he took two steps toward Ash. "When a demon enters a human body the thoughts of that demon are shared with it's human host and likewise are implanted into the mind of the human. Just think there must be something you can remember, you need only clear your mind and concentrate on your thoughts after the demon took you."

"Okay, just give me a moment here," said Ash. He to he took a few steps back from the group, shut his eyes and began to think back to the moment the demon took him. At first all he saw was darkness, but after a few moments he started to see something something tall and pointed it began to look like a giant spear with some kind of round engraving near the top. There appeared to be birds of some sort flying around it, with one perched at the top. But as the image continued to grow more clear Ash realized that the spear was actually a building, an all too familiar building, he had seen it on the cover of every travel guide book to the United Kingdom, the round engraving was a clock. It was Big Ben. The monsters flying around it were demons and the figure on the very top of the tower was a man wearing a black cloak and a goat's skull on his head and waving his arms in the air above him was a black hole in the sky out of which came even more demons. Ash suddenly found himself only a few feet away from the black cloaked man at the top of Big Ben. The man paused as if he had noticed Ash's presence if Ash were not completely enveloped in what he was seeing he probably would have drawn his gun. The Black cloaked man removed his mask to reveal the face of a Caucasian man with dark hair a thick mustache and brown eyes. Ash was taken back not only at how ordinary the man looked but also at the fact that he wore the white callor of a priest around his neck, no surprise that on his chest was a red inverted pentagram. An instant latter blood began to pour down from under the man's chin and down his neck onto the red pentagram on his chest, which surprisingly soaked up all the blood and glowed bright red. Ash now freaked out returned his gaze to the man's face.

"Constantine…" the man said pleadingly.

Ash opened his eyes and gasped. "You all right there mate came Constantine's voice form Ash's side. Ash turned to see Constantine a few feet to his right with a face of concern. "You were shakin like a moraka on Mexican New Year my son. What bloody happened?" he asked.

"What did you see, Mr. Williams?" asked E, everyone looked at Ash with question.

"If I had a dime for every time you've probably asked someone that question," began Ash as his mind came back into focus. "I could probably retire to Hollywood," Ash smile.