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The remaining two hike through the trees until they reach an old cobblestone water mill. A pick-up truck sits beside it. The vehicle shows signs of extreme use. It is extremely battered. John is tired and visibly shaken after their ordeal.

"We'll be safe here." He says as he places a hand on her shoulder. She pulls away, angry at him.

"Are you kidding me? After what just happened to Chas? No one's safe around you!" she all but yells. He stiffens and tries his best to brush off her words. It is obvious that her words hurt him.

"I can never get used to seeing you like this Chas…" Renee commented.

"I know, but John needs me—"

"I know that, but I wished you didn't"

Anna Marie looked over at John. "She got you all in one." She stated.

"At least he's trying to keep her safe!" Ray objected to her statement.

"Not all things are what they appear. If you want to make it out of this alive, you need to understand that." He says as they walk forward.

"I don't understand half of what you're talking about. Do you ever say anything clearly?" She asks. She is fed up with John at the moment, and for good reason.

"No."

"This house belonged to your father. If this day ever came, I promised him I'd put these keys in your hand." He says as he tosses her a ring of keys. "Is that clear enough for you?" She goes quiet and Jon waits patiently for her to open the door. They enter.

"Jasper stayed here now and then to watch over you, but he had to keep his distance. For your safety, naturally." He says as she looks around.

"There's nothing natural about this." She replies as they descend into a massive stonewalled cavern via spiraled staircase. It is full of many magical treasures. Liv slowly relaxes. "This is insane. You could survive an apocalypse down here."

"Or start one. Jasper used this place for divination. No one could find trouble faster than your dad. Literally." John explains as he retrieves a leather bound book. He looks to Liv who is picking up a golden helmet. "I'd put that down, luv, before it puts you down."

Mick pointed towards the helm "See that Partner?"

Snart nodded "I see a lot of things Mick, but I know what you're thinking. The question is, how much do you think it'll be worth and how do we find it?"

"I swear, if you two idiots even think about trying to break in-" John sets his hands ablaze, clearly emphasizing his point.

Ray, Jax, and Stein immidetly start to protest against the idea the two thieves are thinking about whist Chas only chuckles. It was always fun, seeing peoples reactions.

"This looks like a map of Atlanta, but what's with these locations? Illusion Falls? Phantom Hill?" She asks as she moves over to a drafting table.

"Jasper taught himself cartography. Started drawing his own maps, based on what he saw."

"You said he could 'find trouble.'"

"It's called scrying. Hold your pendant over a map. You'll see." John instructs. He then begins searching through the book to find something. "Ah, here it is, found the demon after you. Goes by the name Furcifer. The bloody angel was right. The stakes are rising."

Liv glances up as he says this. "What angel?"

"Ah ah. Eyes on the map." He says without looking up. He shows signs of worry. "Furcifer draws strength from electricity. It can manifest lightning and tempests. That's how it can control power lines, even dead bodies."

"Wait, Furcifer? Are you sure you didn't read that wrong?" Jax asked as he and the others began to laugh. Well, everyone except John, Rip, and Chas.

"I still don't understand why it wants me."

"Now that you can see these things, they can see you. And some of them don't like to be seen. Taking you out is preemptive." He answers her question. She realizes the terrible reality that has set in. John tries to extend his sympathy. "Sorry. No point in trying to sugarcoat it anymore."

"That was blunt." Sara frowned. Straight out saying that wouldn't help things at all.

Liv turns back to the map. A pinpoint of blood forms in the middle. It spreads wider and drips down onto the map below.

"Oh my God. What is that?" She asks. She is scared.

"What you asked for. Trouble. Where did the blood form?"

"Edgewood Avenue. So what, like, something bad is happening there?"

"Will happen."

"We should warn someone."

"Not exactly a system in place for that, is there?"

"We have to do something!"

"We are. We're keeping you alive. I've got an idea to cut your attacker down to size, but it will mean using you as bait."

"No!"

"What the hell!"

"You can't be serious!"

"Yes, I was. I didn't want to but it was the only way." John answered.

"Why do I get the feeling that you've already been doing that?"

"Clever girl. I've got a contact at Ivy University who might help us. Just sit tight till I get back.

"What if that thing shows up again?"

"Your father took care of that. This place is a spiritual safe house. It's loaded with ritual protections. Stay inside and you'll be fine." He assures her before heading out. Liv is left alone.

"And this is exactly what I meant." Anna Marie glared at him. It was exactly like him.

John is outside in the old truck seen before. He waits at a security gate for the security guard to check the ID of the car ahead. When John finally reaches the gate, the guard steps forward. John realizes that the guard is now Manny. John is less than pleased to see the angel again.

"You know, it's a fine line between 'watching over' and 'stalking.'" He tells the angel.

"I was right, wasn't I? It's heating up down here." Manny replies. John gives an exasperated sigh.

"Stuck up arse." John commented as Manny appeared in the screen.

"Could you open the gate, please? I've got time pressures."

Manny says nothing as he closes his eyes. He lifts his head and the rain has stopped. The falling drops are suspended in midair. Time is frozen. Not a thing moves. There is no sound.

"Now that is a neat trick." Rip says, mostly to himself as he leans forward. John rolls his eyes at the reaction the audience had.

John exits the vehicle and waves a hand in the air. The water droplets that hit his hand melt instantly and leave a trail clear through the rain. "Well this is new." He says to himself.

"Did you find out what's hunting the girl?"

"A demon from the inner circle."

"A demon with a laughable name more like." Snart said. No attention was paid to his comment.

"A thing like that can't make its way here without serious help."

"Last night, you said somethings coming. I talked with a colleague with bad dreams who agrees with you."

"Did he say what it was?"

"He doesn't know. Neither do you. I thought you cloud-huggers had all the answers."

"You're calling an angel a cloud hugger? That seems more than a little bit dangerous." Stein turned and asked John. He shrugged.

"No. We're observers."

"A bit like the Time Masters Counsul then…"

"Like hell, mate. Feels like you want me to find out information."

"I do."

"Why?"

"I've been here from the beginning, John. Of time. We were put here to guide the development of the human spirit. You know how? With an unseen hand on the shoulder. A whisper in the wind. Not the most effective tools."

"So you've taken matters into your own hands. Slippery slope there, chum. That's how the First of the Fallen made his name."

"A bit like you Rip."

"Different agendas. If you figure out what we're looking for, I'll use that knowledge to save lives."

"And what about my life? You and yours damned me to hell. Why should I risk my last days on earth?"

"I agree." Mick said. Que the looks of shock around the pyromaniac.

"Why indeed. You're a sideshow attraction. A peddler of shabby magic."

"Now wait a minute…"

"Your decisions are questionable at best, and without conscience at worst. Why should you risk what time you have left? Because you are damned to hell, Constantine. For the moment anyway."

"Are you suggesting it's not too late to save my soul?" He asks. Rain starts falling again. He looks up and the guard is looking at him.

"You all right, sir?" he asks.

"No. Not even slightly." John replies. He is deep in thought. Did he still have a chance? He stands unsteady and once more shaken in the downpour.

End Chapter