thousands of leering insect mandibles chewing industriously at h<strong>is</strong> soul...<strong>Constantine</strong> chuckled. A dry, toxic chuckle. "<strong>The</strong>y exorc<strong>is</strong>ed me - like pulling a tooth thatwasn't there."<strong>The</strong> teenaged John <strong>Constantine</strong> writhed as the words struck him; they were words of powerand he could feel them resonating within him, digging at him like a surgeons probe - only therewas nothing there to be exorc<strong>is</strong>ed. <strong>The</strong>re was only the excruciating irony of the demonwatching... standing carefully out of range of the flicking holy water.<strong>The</strong> boy screamed in agony - of being unable to communicate the truth. <strong>The</strong> hypocr<strong>is</strong>y of thesituation seemed to turn the holy water into burning drops of hydrochloric acid.--Now, <strong>Constantine</strong> rubbed h<strong>is</strong> wr<strong>is</strong>t. Feeling defenseless under the relentless grip of Angela'scompassionate gaze. Knowing she was seeing - for a moment - the boy hidden underneath theman.He shrugged. "I started to believe I was crazy. You think you're crazy long enough... you finda way out."He realized she was looking at the jagged scar on h<strong>is</strong> wr<strong>is</strong>t."You tried to kill yourself...."<strong>Constantine</strong> had to laugh. "I didn't try anything...."--Seventeen-year-old John <strong>Constantine</strong> on h<strong>is</strong> knees in h<strong>is</strong> bedroom. With a pair of sc<strong>is</strong>sors inh<strong>is</strong> hands. And he wasn't there alone.<strong>The</strong>re were teachers, doctors, lawyers, garbage men - you knew them by their work clothes,their affectations. But you couldn't normally see what <strong>Constantine</strong> saw now: their fangs, theirtails, their horns and scales. <strong>The</strong> demons in human uniforms lounged on h<strong>is</strong> bed, leaned on h<strong>is</strong>bureau, against the wall, all of them smiling encouragingly, arms crossed, not trying to urge himon - just that friendly, passive encouragement. Waiting for him to kill himself.It wasn't just entertainment. It was important to them that he kill himself. It would end h<strong>is</strong>pointing them out to people. And it would put him thoroughly within the grasp of their Master -which was something that the young <strong>Constantine</strong> didn't understand.<strong>Constantine</strong> grinned defiantly at them. He would go to the afterlife and he would escapethem....<strong>Not</strong> knowing, really, or not believing, that suicide was a one-way express ticket to eternaldamnation. To Hell... and not figuratively.He slashed h<strong>is</strong> wr<strong>is</strong>ts, deep, and let the blood spurt; it came out to long, appreciativeexhalations from the demons crowding the room.And applause.<strong>The</strong> cut was deep. H<strong>is</strong> blood pressure plummeted. <strong>The</strong> room seemed to spin away into astreaked blur...--"I didn't try anything," <strong>Constantine</strong> repeated."But you're still here. Alive," Angela pointed out gently. Sipping her tea. Quietly watchinghim.But one of her hands was balled up so that her nail was digging into her palm. Th<strong>is</strong> storymade her think of Isabel. Where Isabel was."It's not my doing... that I'm still here," <strong>Constantine</strong> said.He remembered... and the memory nearly sent him into a convulsion right there in therestaurant decades later. H<strong>is</strong> shoulders tightened, and he gripped the edge of the table....
--Sweat-soaked paramedics, breathing hard as they labored over the teenaged John <strong>Constantine</strong>on a gurney in the back of an ambulance. <strong>The</strong>re was an IV set up, shaking with the vehicle'smotion. <strong>The</strong>y gave young <strong>Constantine</strong> a shot. He was unconscious, dying, but he was prescientenough to be aware of everything going on in the ambulance. <strong>The</strong> young Dr. Archer was there -before fin<strong>is</strong>hing med school, she was a paramedic.<strong>The</strong> EMTs watched him, waiting. But <strong>Constantine</strong> didn't respond to the shot.Archer had the defibrillator paddles po<strong>is</strong>ed over <strong>Constantine</strong> to try to jolt h<strong>is</strong> heart.Maybe too late: <strong>Constantine</strong> felt himself tugged from h<strong>is</strong> body....And he flew up through the ambulance roof, h<strong>is</strong> soul soaring out of h<strong>is</strong> body - for a long, longmoment feeling triumph, exulting in h<strong>is</strong> release. He was going to be free of h<strong>is</strong> earthly sufferingat last! Perhaps he would meet God and God would at last explain...Soaring on wings of hope - sure, because the Devil likes it that way. He likes them to thinkthey're about to escape, going to go up that smooth tunnel into that loving, welcoming light....Let them kid themselves about that. So it can be ripped away from them ... hope ripped awaylike a child struck by a car while rushing to her mother's arms.And <strong>Constantine</strong>, spiraling up over Los Angeles, gazing in awe over the city, its millions ofmortal lives... suddenly realized that Satan's little joke was reaching its punch line.One moment he was gazing at the familiar city of palm trees and pale buildings and broadboulevards and thriving freeways; the next, L.A. was transfigured, or perhaps revealed: as HellLos Angeles.As suddenly, ushered in by a demonic laughter that rang from horizon to horizon, vastcurtains of amber flame licked up over the complacent city; the pillars of smoke rose, the blizzardof ash fell, the buildings collapsed with rumbles of despair. And the demons boiled up out ofnowhere, seething rapaciously in the city's new wounds like maggots in gangrene.You died in New York, you went to Hell New York.You died in Bangkok, you went to Hell Bangkok.But th<strong>is</strong> - Los Angeles captured forever in the yellow of a jackal's eye; a Los Angeles where itforever rained ash, and only the demons thrived; where humanity was always dying, everyoneperpetually dying: in crushed cars, in rubbled malls amid melting plastic, in the very mortar ofbrick buildings ... or tom to pieces as part of a show that never ended in the Hollywood Bowl.<strong>Constantine</strong>'s soul arced over Hell L.A. - and he told himself he was escaping from it, he wasflying upward, not downward. But the laughter was for h<strong>is</strong> benefit. A kind of astral gravitationtook hold of him. He stopped ascending. Stared with horror into Hell....And plunged down into it. <strong>The</strong> soldier demons were waiting for him with open arms, gapingjaws.Can a soul feel pain? Oh, yes; and with exqu<strong>is</strong>ite nuance. It suddenly seemed as if there'dnever been anything but pain. Ever."Time's relative?" <strong>Constantine</strong> laughed to himself. "Angela - Einstein didn't have a clue.... "<strong>The</strong> young <strong>Constantine</strong>'s soul was one moment in Hell... then suddenly he was back in theambulance again, jerking convulsively to sit up in the gurney screaming - as the defibrillatorsthat had brought him back from the dead were pulled away from h<strong>is</strong> chest, smoking faintly."Easy, kid," the young Archer said. "You were dead - don't push it! Lay back and rest...."--<strong>Constantine</strong> was po<strong>is</strong>ed on the brink of that smoking pit of memory. He recoiled from it -carrying with him a terrible knowledge.Muttering to Angela, "Take it from me, two minutes in Hell <strong>is</strong> a lifetime...."He sat up straighter as he realized people were staring at him. He'd been bent over almostfetally on h<strong>is</strong> stool.
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