Constantine - The Novelization - Whoa is (Not)

"What? Why?""Just MOVE THE DAMN CAR, CHAZ!""We got your mirror!" shouted the burliest of the onlookers as they wrestled it through thedoor. Constantine turned and took the big oval wall mirror.--Down on the street, Chaz glared up at the window and then snorted, shaking his head. "Parkthe car, move the car."He got into the car, shifted into reverse, moved it a few feet backward, parked it again."There, fuck it, I moved the damn thing."He turned the engine off, and went back to his book.--Constantine had the heavy, wood-framed mirror tied with drapery ropes to an inert ceiling fanso that the mirror dangled above both him and the twitching, semiconscious girl. She was lyingthere with her eyes shut, the demon dormant within her but coming to life again. The mirror hungglass-downward, parallel with the bed. The other men stood nervously to either side, steadying it."Close your eyes," Constantine told them. "And whatever happens, do not look at her…."Constantine put his hands over the girl's eyes just as they began to flutter open. He intoned ina rapid whisper, "In nominee Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti extinguatur in te ominis virtusdiaholi per…" He could feel a change under his hands. The girl was coming to."Impositionem manum nostrarum et per invoctionem gloriosae et sanctae dei genetricisvirginis Mariae..."Someone whimpered close by - not the girl. He turned to see one of the tenants, a middleagedman staring straight at the girl's face."No!" Constantine barked.It was too late, the man backed away, wide eyes filling with tears, sobbing. "Oh no ... "Without him holding it, the mirror tilted. The men moved to reposition the mirror, but thedamage was done. She began to wrench about under Constantine, her face writhing under hisfingers. She broke free of the straps, snapping them like strips of cardboard. She began tolevitate and he just managed to keep his hand covering her eyes. The demon grabbed Constantinearound the throat, squeezing, fingers becoming talons. But Constantine was thinking about thosemiraculously distended jaws and what they'd do to his hand. He felt her jaws swelling ... then hisbreath shut off.Okay, it has to be now, Constantine thought, or you're going to be choked to death by a littlegirl."Smile pretty, you vain prick," he said to the demon, and slid to one side so he didn't block themirror, whipping his hand away from the girl's eyes. Mentally, he commanded the demon, Look!The girl's eyes fixed on the reflection in the mirror... and Constantine looked too.What was reflected in the mirror had nothing to do with a little girl. It showed a head whosemost prominent feature was what it was missing: The top of its skull was sliced away at the eyes.Demons had no need of brains; they took orders, and they were pure instinct, pure appetite,driven by the lower-body impulses; it had distended jaws bristling with needle teeth. Gaunt,scaly limbs...And the little girl suddenly sagged back, panting with relief: The demon was now trapped inthe mirror glass. Trapped but not surrendering yet - it thrashed and clawed to escape thereflection, heaving its force against the mirror from the looking-glass world, the frame and glass