Constantine - The Novelization - Whoa is (Not)

exactly big enough, when the time had come - he'd asked forgiveness and that seed had grown tofill the world, all in an instant.TENConstantine noticed Angela glancing up at the night sky as they walked down the streettogether. She was half expecting another attack from the flying demons."They won't come at us the same way, Officer Angela. The Big Son of a Bitch doesn't likeyou to be prepared for his attacks. Whenever the old boy can manage it, it's always what youdon't expect.""So - should we even be out here, in the open, like a couple of targets waiting to be shot at?"She shook her head. "Should I be asking you if you slipped me a drug at some point? Was it allhallucination on that street downtown? Is any of this real?""You know it's real. You can feel it."She looked at him. "What do you mean by that?""I mean - I think we have some things in common..."He coughed - and blood came, up this time. He spat into the gutter. A motorcycle cop rolledby, shot Constantine a glare from under his helmet. Spitting in the street - not something he'dstop for, but show some respect for the goddamn law.Constantine waved cheerfully at him. "Kiss my ass, traffic cop!"Angela elbowed him. "Stop that! It'll be embarrassing if I have to... Anyway, you're justresentful about all those tickets. Which were probably all deserved, judging by the way you weredrinking when I came to your place.""So you looked at my record. Big Brother is watching - or Big Sister. Sure they weredeserved. We all get what we fucking deserve, right? Oh yeah. Right. Some lady gets her kidmurdered by a psycho. She deserved that. Everyone in Hiroshima deserved what they got.""Not the same. They couldn't choose being victimized. You can choose whether or not youweave down the streets like a drunken idiot.""Can I? I can't choose my state of mind, most of the time. I never did drive drunk -sometimes I just drove frantic." He shrugged. "Most of what happens to us is random as anavalanche. Random allocation of misery. Random violence. That's the same every goddamnwhere.""There must be a reason. For what happened to those people. For what happened to you.What's happening to us the last few hours. There has to be a reason...."Constantine wanted to say, A good reason for what Isabel is going through? But he likedAngela too much to say something pointlessly hurtful.'There must be some kind of plan," Angela insisted. 'We just can't see it from where westand."He sighed, and relented just a little. "Well. I'll say this much. God didn't create Hell. The pitof Eternal Damnation is a collaboration - far as I can make out - between us and the Devil. Theinside dirt is, when people don't open themselves up to God - or when they break fundamentalrules, like going AWOL on Him, you know, with suicide - that leads to their being excluded fromthe Big Light after they die. And if they're, like, excluded from the Big Light, they're, sorta,outside God's protective grace - there's something in the Bible about the 'outer darkness' wherethere's 'wailing and gnashing of teeth'. And out there in that Outer Darkness, see, thedisembodied are in a kind of spiritual wilderness. Who else is in that wilderness? Scratch, that's