Constantine - The Novelization - Whoa is (Not)

He was supposed to be immune. He had been on the Earth only for some tens of thousands ofyears, really. Witnessing the growth and festering of civilization. Amazed at Sodom, amazed atthe Roman circus, amazed at slavery, amazed at massacres carried out in India and China andAmerica. Amazed at the Holocaust; amazed that in the twenty-first century slavery still existed insome parts of the world and there were people who sold their children to houses of prostitution.Even an angel could get cynical, after all that inhumanity on the part of humanity. Even an angelcould become sickened, twisted - maybe especially an angel who'd all along secretly resented theimportance God had placed on these ephemeral humans...Okay. So maybe he had been infected by proximity to this race of madmen. Maybe the dealwith Mammon was a mistake. Maybe he was doing the wrong thing. Maybe...But it was too late now, of course. He had made the pact, and it could not be undone.Nothing left but to see it through. He opened the way for Mammon into the girl - preparing toopen the way from the girl into the world.The darkness began to fill Angela's eyes, like ink slowly coloring a crystal bowl of pure water.Darker and darker.--Constantine was sitting up with his back against a corner of the corridor's wall, hard at workwith a razor-sharp piece of broken glass.He was sawing at his wrist with the shard of shattered mirror. Blood was running, it wouldsoon begin to spurt - whoa, there it was, a scarlet geyser, his lifeblood really pumping now, as ifeager to get away from him.He closed his eyes and made one last, decisive, swift slice…And then he did the same to the other wrist. Soon both were gushing blood. He felt his bloodpressure dropping; a dipping in the pit of his stomach, a sagging in his arms, a sleepiness growingon him.Death wasn't so bad. Oblivion wasn't something you could complain about - you weren'taround to complain. It was suffering, or dying, that was a drag. And it was what happened toyour soul if you fucked up too much in this world. Or if you made that one certified blue-labelUSDA choice mistake.Like suicide. And here he was, slashing his wrists again...Constantine settled back against the wall, for once wishing the inevitable would hurry up."Hurry," he murmured.--Gabriel raised the Spear of Destiny over Angela's chest.Mammon was trying to force his way out of her. Her skin writhed with his hungry, childish,inhuman face, pushing from beneath, like a face pressing through a sheet of rubber - trying tobreak out, into the human world. He'd gone from Hell into a human; he would go from thehuman into the human world. Demons always did that - but never before so fully, so completelyas now.The blood on the spear - the blood of Christ - was the missing ingredient; would make thefinal connection. Gabriel would drive the spear into her skin, like a kind of cesarean section,letting Mammon emerge, born fully grown into the world.He held the spear point at ready... a few moments more, to be sure that Mammon's spiritualforce was fully gathered for the leap....The lightbulbs flickered overhead as the current ramped up and down. The momentapproached like the arrival of a spear thrown at a target.--Constantine heard a distant metallic droning, like the reverberation of a gong struck a thousand