himself much, he pointed over her shoulder, toward the exit from the building. "Out <strong>is</strong> the rightdirection."She didn't crack a smile. She also didn't give up."My s<strong>is</strong>ter would never kill herself, Mr. <strong>Constantine</strong>. She was a deeply devout Catholic. Doyou understand what that means?"He looked her in the eyes and said, "Her soul would go straight to Hell, where she'd be rippedinto bloody chunks over and over in screaming brutal agony for all eternity.... "<strong>Constantine</strong> grinned. Th<strong>is</strong> was all coming too close to home. He had to protect himselfsomehow.He coughed, adding, "That it? That about right?"Angela's mouth had dropped open. Her eyes gl<strong>is</strong>tened.He knew he should take it back. He should invite her in and apologize and offer her a drink ortea and advice. Normally that's how it would've gone. But after a long night of sliding down intothe slippery, sucking abyss of self-pity, it was hard to drag yourself out of it.She looked like she wanted to hit him again. Instead she chose her words carefully - withunerring instinct: "You scared of Hell, too?"<strong>The</strong>n she turned and walked out. Bitch, he thought. She saw into me.He watched her walking away. Watching her move made him want to live again.Fuck it. He slammed the door after her and went back to the window seat. Good riddance toher. Like he was in a position to carry the world's m<strong>is</strong>ery on h<strong>is</strong> shoulders; to ride to the rescue ofFair Lady Detectives when he'd fall dead off the horse before he was halfway there.Suddenly a blast of wind gusted against the window. <strong>The</strong>re was something about it. ...Aresonance, a kind of diabolic susurration... a nasty creaking behind it...After a lifetime of d<strong>is</strong>tingu<strong>is</strong>hing the natural from the supernatural, <strong>Constantine</strong> knewinstantly. Some malign v<strong>is</strong>itor from the astral world was exulting. He'd m<strong>is</strong>sed h<strong>is</strong> cue, and thatsomething was glad of it.He stood up, grabbed h<strong>is</strong> coat off the hook by the window seat, and put it on. He looked at thespider. <strong>The</strong>n reached down and tilted the glass up.<strong>The</strong> spider ran free, scuttling toward a crack in the window.--"Detective!"<strong>Constantine</strong> ran wheezing along the sidewalk outside h<strong>is</strong> building, into the damp L.A. night."Give me a break, Detective, I'm not fit for running tonight. Don't make me chase you."Angela looked over her shoulder, took him in trotting up wheezily behind. "Go to hell.""You can count on it." He gave her what he thought was h<strong>is</strong> most charming smile - actuallysomething quite grim. "What if I told you that God and the Devil made a wager? A kind ofstanding bet, for the souls of all mankind..."Behind him, the streetlights began going out as he caught up with her, began raspily talkingaway as he strode beside her. "Humor me. No direct contact with humans. That would be therule. Just influence. See who would win."She just kept walking. He managed to suppress a coughing fit. And noticed the streetlightsgoing off, one by one, up ahead of them. He stared...."Okay" Angela said at last. "Humoring you. Why?""Why?" He looked up and down the streets. Was it just a power outage? "Why'd they maketh<strong>is</strong> 'bet'? Who knows? Maybe just for the fun of it. No telling."Angela shook her head. "Oh. It's fun. So what should I do when a woman's murdered or amother drowns her baby? Who should I go looking for? A devil with horns? I don't think so.People are evil, Mr. <strong>Constantine</strong>. People."<strong>The</strong>y crossed an intersection. Streetlights on the side streets to their right and left were cuttingoff too, <strong>Constantine</strong> noticed. Darkness was closing in on them, a snuffed light at a time, pools of
shadow joining to flood toward them. And there was no traffic. Only parked cars. He saw noone around at all."You're right," he said, wondering which way the attack would come from. From thedarkness, he guessed - and the darkness had them surrounded. 'We're born capable of terriblethings. <strong>The</strong>n sometimes something else comes along and gives us just the right nudge and we dotruly evil things."'What - demons? Ghouls?""Yeah."'Wow. Thanks for sharing. Really. But I don't believe in the Devil.""You should," <strong>Constantine</strong> said feelingly. "He believes in you."<strong>The</strong> last of the lights near them went out, and they were in near-complete darkness. In the dimlight from d<strong>is</strong>tant parts of the city, he saw her look around. "Power outage?""<strong>Not</strong> likely," <strong>Constantine</strong> said. "<strong>Not</strong> that kind. We should go.... "<strong>Constantine</strong> made out just one light within walking d<strong>is</strong>tance. D<strong>is</strong>tingu<strong>is</strong>hed by its shiningalone out there, against the black velvet of the dirty night. A raspy guttural wind raced towardthem. That malevolent gust he'd noticed earlier had been a kind of foreshadowing of th<strong>is</strong> wind.<strong>The</strong> wind of dark, malodorous, crackling wings."...Fast!" <strong>Constantine</strong> blurted. He grabbed her arm, jerked her along with him. "Come on!"And they ran.Something soared not so very far overhead - <strong>Constantine</strong> could smell its reptilian soul. Couldfeel the icy bite of hatred in its shadow as it passed over them, blotting out what little starlightthere was.And that no<strong>is</strong>e - a rasp of leather on leather. "What <strong>is</strong> that?" Angela gasped, meaning theno<strong>is</strong>e, as she trotted beside him toward the light in the d<strong>is</strong>tance. It hadn't been as far as it hadseemed. "Wings!" <strong>Constantine</strong> said. "Wings..."Coughing, running and slowing and making himself run a little more, he reached into theinside pocket of h<strong>is</strong> coat, found the piece of sacred cloth that Beeman had given him."And maybe talons," he added.<strong>The</strong> light up ahead was an illuminated statue of the Virgin Mary, set up in the recessed posterwindow of one of the abandoned movie theaters that lined th<strong>is</strong> decaying strip of downtown LosAngeles. Above the statue a sign read: UNIVERSAL MISSION - JESUS CRISTO ES ELSENOR. <strong>The</strong> statue was a single beacon in the darkness, its shine setting off a kind of aura ofsilk flowers the local believers had lovingly arrayed around it. <strong>The</strong> old theater had beenconverted to a church for the local Chicanos.But the light from the statue was fading as they approached it. And the sound of the leatherwings was getting louder.<strong>The</strong>y came puffing up to the grated theater front, pinwheels of oxygen deprivation flashing infront of <strong>Constantine</strong>'s eyes. He looked around, trying the grate. Locked solidly.He stood there, puffing, thinking hard, trying to catch h<strong>is</strong> breath. Only it wouldn't quite comeback. H<strong>is</strong> lungs felt like they were full of broken glass. Remembering the ancient gray cloth hewas still clutching, he wrapped it tightly around h<strong>is</strong> right hand, as Angela drew her gun, breathinghard herself as she squinted into the darkness. "What's out there?"Something was out there - flapping around maybe a dozen yards away. Something big, in aroiling darkness of its own making, like a squid hidden in its ink cloud.<strong>The</strong> light on the statue was fading, as if dialing down - but it was more like the darkness itselfwas thickening, to such an extent that it smothered the light, however bravely it tried to burnthrough."Did you say talons?" Angela asked. "From what?""Something that's not supposed to be here..."Now he could almost make them out, like scraps of pure murder fluttering in the darkness.Leather-winged shapes, their brand<strong>is</strong>hed claws catching what little light there was, as if the light
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