"And... I saw a soldier demon trying to punch its way out through a little girl. Scout's honor."He cleared h<strong>is</strong> throat, w<strong>is</strong>hing he had something to spit blood into. "I mean, if I was a scout.""Or had any honor. But you must have been m<strong>is</strong>taken. Here we have only half-breeds andremote control - what people call 'possessions,' John. Demons stay in Hell, angels in Heaven.<strong>The</strong> great detente of the original superpowers."Midnite thoughtfully touched the orrery, just where the circles of Heaven and Hell intersectedat the orbital plane of Earth. "Fantasies of savage, marauding armies from Hell are simply talesspun to scare schoolgirls."<strong>Constantine</strong> dripped sarcasm. "Thanks for the h<strong>is</strong>tory lesson. You've been a tremendoushelp."Midnite spread h<strong>is</strong> hands as if to say, No problem."Now, Midnite - I need to use the chair."Midnite shook h<strong>is</strong> head."John. John. Forgetting the fact that it would almost certainly kill you... you know I amSwitzerland. Neutral. As long as the balance <strong>is</strong> maintained, I take no sides. How else could Iprovide an establ<strong>is</strong>hment where my patrons can let their hair down, come in and feel free to be...themselves."<strong>Constantine</strong> decided it was time to remind Midnite of old debts. "Before you were abartender, you were the one witch doctor against, what, thirty Ashgar? And I-""You were <strong>Constantine</strong>," Midnite said, nodding, just a little. "<strong>The</strong> John <strong>Constantine</strong>." Helooked at <strong>Constantine</strong>, then again at the sculpture. "Once." He smiled sadly. "Balances shift.Times change." He sat back in h<strong>is</strong> chair. "And I have always been a businessman first. Youknow that.""Th<strong>is</strong> <strong>is</strong>n't the usual game," <strong>Constantine</strong> ins<strong>is</strong>ted. "I can feel it. Something's coming.""Ooh," said a voice from the doorway. "Spooky."<strong>Constantine</strong> spun to the door to see a man there - lean, superficially human, chillinglyconfident. Young and old at once. Styl<strong>is</strong>hly dark clothing."Balthazar…"Balthazar smirked an assent, flipping a gold coin from finger to finger. "<strong>The</strong> expression onyour face alone, <strong>Constantine</strong>, has made my entire night."<strong>Constantine</strong> took a step toward him, and another, setting himself. Grinned at Balthazar. "I'llmake your night. I'll deport your sorry ass right where you stand, you half-breed shit!"He took another step, ra<strong>is</strong>ed h<strong>is</strong> hands to make the passes that would begin the deportation."<strong>Constantine</strong>!" Midnite barked.<strong>Constantine</strong> stopped in h<strong>is</strong> tracks, knowing...."You know the rules of my house, <strong>Constantine</strong>! And while here, you will abide by them!"Balthazar hadn't bothered to tense himself. He just stood there in the doorway, smirking,rolling that coin... finger to finger to finger. Finally Balthazar said, "Johnny-boy, you're not stillsore? I just made a suggestion. She was free to choose, remember?"He leaned into the room a little, and went on, the coin flashing in h<strong>is</strong> fingers, "Word <strong>is</strong>, you'rethe one on your way down. Fresh meat!" He leered and licked h<strong>is</strong> fingers with a flickeringforked tongue. "Finger-lickin' good!"<strong>Constantine</strong> turned a pleading look to the impresario. "Midnite - he practically fed her thepills...."Balthazar chuckled. "Temper, temper, dead man.""We have a meeting now, John," Midnite said, shrugging. "He has an appointment. I'm sorry."<strong>Constantine</strong> started to answer back angrily - but all that came out was a fit of coughing. Hetasted blood.Balthazar grinned. "What? I didn't catch that."<strong>Constantine</strong> tried to catch h<strong>is</strong> breath - and couldn't. A fr<strong>is</strong>son of unmitigated fear ranelectrically through him. Was th<strong>is</strong> the moment? Was he going to die now, th<strong>is</strong> instant, with
Balthazar leering at him? Balthazar, who'd seduced and destroyed someone important to him?At least he could die somewhere else. <strong>Not</strong> in front of th<strong>is</strong> sneering son of a bitch who justmight catch h<strong>is</strong> soul as it left h<strong>is</strong> body - and personally carry it down to appease Satan.Still coughing, <strong>Constantine</strong> plunged past Balthazar, out the door, down the black corridor. Hemanaged to catch h<strong>is</strong> breath as he got to the stairway. Said the words that would make it carryhim up like an escalator. Managed not to fall off...Just barely.He spotted the sign for a bathroom, behind one of the bars. He stepped off the stairway andstaggered down to the bathroom door. Once inside he just got a few strides into the room beforethe blood came up, a double mouthful staining the sink red.Behind him: giggling, carnal laughter from inside a stall. He fumbled in h<strong>is</strong> coat for theVicks - which he'd topped off with Jack Daniels - and chugged it, till at last the convulsion in h<strong>is</strong>breast abated.Breathing hard but shallowly, he looked in the mirror, past h<strong>is</strong> pale face, to the reflection ofthe leather wings r<strong>is</strong>ing over the top of the stall door behind; to the barbed tail snaking outbeneath it.He looked down at the sink again. <strong>The</strong> blood had fallen into a shape he could almost read, liketea leaves. Yes: It was a cabbal<strong>is</strong>tic sigil symbolizing...Triumph through death.SEVEN<strong>The</strong> United States/Mexican BorderFranc<strong>is</strong>co left the keys in the truck. He couldn't take a truck over that fence... and driving itacross the desert to th<strong>is</strong> spot had nearly wrecked it, anyway. Its radiator was steaming andthe right front tire was flat.He trudged to the fence and looked it over, shading h<strong>is</strong> eyes against the baleful sun. <strong>The</strong> fencewas high, chainlink, and topped with razor wire.It cannot stop you, Franc<strong>is</strong>co. It cannot hurt you. But beyond the fence... desert, andbouldery, scrubby hills. <strong>The</strong> northern reach of the Desierto de Altar. A place where manywould-be immigrants on foot had died, on a hot day like th<strong>is</strong>. He had no desire to leave h<strong>is</strong> bonesto be cracked by the sun.He touched the iron spike, which he'd tied to a thin piece of rope hung around h<strong>is</strong> neck. At h<strong>is</strong>touch, the chorus of gnawing, buzzing, the seething of a million appetites was heard... speakingto him without words. Urging him."Si," he said aloud.He smiled and he ran at the fence, jumped, caught the links in h<strong>is</strong> fingers and began to climb.It was surpr<strong>is</strong>ingly easy. He grabbed the top of a post supporting the razor wire, gripped the linkswith the toe of h<strong>is</strong> boot, and in a moment he was over the fence, dropping to the dirt on the otherside. He was d<strong>is</strong>tantly aware that the razor wire had cut him, he was bleeding on h<strong>is</strong> arms andone thigh, but it didn't seem to matter. He could hardly feel it.He looked back at Mexico. Around here, anyway, it looked exactly like America. Brown and
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