ELEVEN<strong>Constantine</strong> didn't explain how he knew about the Book of Ethenius. Or what a painful h<strong>is</strong>toryhe had with that particular "Bible."Hurrying along beside him in the hospital corridor and down the stairs, Angela looked as ifshe'd had a little too much unique information in the last twenty four hours. "<strong>The</strong>y havebibles in Hell?""Satanic bibles. <strong>The</strong> Book of Ethenius paints a different view of Revelations. Says the worldwill not end by God's hand but be reborn in the embrace of the damned."<strong>The</strong>y were coming up to the swinging doors that led into the hospital's chapel. <strong>The</strong> signCHAPEL looked as clinically institutional as a sign reading REST ROOM, say, or MORGUE."Though if you ask me," <strong>Constantine</strong> added, "fire's fire.”--It was a small chapel. Dimness and a small stained glass window, pews and an altar with nodefinite image on it, all suggesting nondenominational plug-in-whatever-you-want worship. Apastor was comforting a man and wife. <strong>Constantine</strong> sensed they'd just lost a child here.But he took th<strong>is</strong> in only obliquely, on h<strong>is</strong> way to the shelves of reference books off to the side.Angela lowered her voice to a wh<strong>is</strong>per. "And they're going to have th<strong>is</strong> book in a hospitalchapel?""Yes. And no."<strong>Constantine</strong> stopped at a bowl of holy water, stuck h<strong>is</strong> hand in it. "It doesn't ex<strong>is</strong>t on th<strong>is</strong>side."But <strong>Constantine</strong> had closed h<strong>is</strong> eyes - and the water had begun to boil around h<strong>is</strong> hand. He extendedh<strong>is</strong> feelers as he had once before - he didn't have the cat with him now, but h<strong>is</strong> recent v<strong>is</strong>itto Hell still clung to him, like the reek of sulfur, and he was still vibratorily close to it."Oh Lord...," Angela muttered, seeing the water boil. "But John, what did you mean by-"<strong>Constantine</strong> shushed her, and turned back to look at the chapel...…which had transformed. It had become a church in Hell. <strong>The</strong> windows had gone slateblack. <strong>The</strong>re was a demon on the crucifix instead of Jesus, and a lunatic nun who giggled andcapered, catching the blood dripping from the demon's fangs. <strong>The</strong>re were different worshipershere too - <strong>Constantine</strong> saw them ethereally, shimmering in and out of physical ex<strong>is</strong>tence, titteringand fornicating giddily on the floor beneath the altar, all the while clawing one another viciously:damned souls, who'd probably practiced sex magic as mortals, in the name of Lucifer; in torment,now, not in ecstasy, condemned to rend one another while copulating without pleasure. And thatfamiliar multitudinous gnashing sound was as pervasive as the sound of the sea on a rocky beach.<strong>The</strong> door to the Hell outside the chapel was closed. Sealed shut. But as <strong>Constantine</strong> glancedat the door something on the other side roared and the door shivered under a sudden savage blowfrom out there - something trying to break in.<strong>The</strong>y'd already caught h<strong>is</strong> scent.He turned hastily to the books on the shelf: Where was it? <strong>The</strong> Book of Ethenius?Another thud on the door - it splintered inward.Something was clawing its way through. Something roaring h<strong>is</strong> name. Hungering for him.<strong>The</strong>re! That black and red book - he grabbed it with h<strong>is</strong> free hand, and pulled h<strong>is</strong> other fromthe holy water, turning to step back into...…the chapel as it was in the human world.As Angela fin<strong>is</strong>hed her question, "- not on th<strong>is</strong> side?"He'd gone to Hell and come back in the space between two words in her sentence.She stared at him, blinking, seeing he was now covered in sweat, steaming, perfumed with
essence of Hades. He was already flipping through the book, scowling over it, muttering.Angela shook her head. "Where did that book come from?"She looked at the shelves. None m<strong>is</strong>sing. <strong>Constantine</strong> was looking through the "New Testament"correspondence in Hell's own bible. "Thirteen twenty-nine... thirteen-thirty... Here." Hetapped the page, finding the entry he wanted. "'<strong>The</strong> sins of the father would only be exceeded bythe sins of the son.'""Uh - whose son?""That symbol on Hennessy's hand." He looked at her in sudden realization. "It's not ademonic sign. That's why I didn't recognize it. Could be something much more powerful than amere demon.""John - what are you talking about?"<strong>Constantine</strong> mused aloud. "But he can't cross over... impossible for the son to cross over..."Shuddering inwardly at the implications. Soon it would be party time for devils."Whose son?" Angela asked desperately. "God's?""No. <strong>The</strong> other one."She looked at him, not wanting to understand. But understanding dawned slowly on heranyway. "<strong>The</strong> Devil had a son too?"--<strong>The</strong>re was a reason Beeman lived in the back of a bowling alley, behind the lanes, at the endof that narrow strip of no<strong>is</strong>y corridor where the maintenance was done on the pinsettingmachines. Back in the clatter and smash of the pins, most of the day and night. <strong>The</strong>re was a bitof extra storage space at the end of that corridor.Beeman suffered from a particularly nasty form of tinnitus - ringing in the ears, from theexplosion of an alchemical beaker. He'd been a hair away from the Philosopher's Stone itself,working from the only known copy of the alchemical diary of Abremalin the Mage, and he'd putin a grain too much brimstone. <strong>The</strong> explosion had knocked him across the room and consumedthe book he'd worked from. He'd always figured that wasn't an accident. Something, someone -maybe the Angel Gabriel - hadn't wanted him to have the Philosopher's Stone. It led toimmortality, and that led to cheating death, and that broke the rules for mortals. And Gabriel hadwarned him once. Maybe the tinnitus afterward was a cruel reminder....<strong>The</strong> constant buzzing in h<strong>is</strong> damaged inner ear, the wh<strong>is</strong>tling, whirring, loud as a guitar ampturned two thirds the way up - it made him nuts unless he was somewhere no<strong>is</strong>ier than thebuzzing. Something, anything, to mask that sound. And he'd always loved bowling.So now he sat at h<strong>is</strong> desk, talking by phone to <strong>Constantine</strong> and peering at a page of scrollsunder the glow of a goose necked desk lamp with the bowling pins clashing behind him - but onlyone lane going, since it was early morning: <strong>The</strong> manager always played a solo game or twobefore he started getting ready to open.Beeman had a telephone - dialed to the absolute loudest setting - held by h<strong>is</strong> shoulder to h<strong>is</strong>ear. H<strong>is</strong> neck ached from holding the phone there."16:19... 16:30... Yes, here we go," he told <strong>Constantine</strong>. ''I've got it." On the page was anetching of that same damnably recurrent symbol. Underneath were ink drawings of a devil r<strong>is</strong>ingup through a human body.Above the beast, a familiar figure on a crucifix, weeping, welcomed the beast into the humanworld.--"Oh my," Beeman added, from the speakerphone in Angela's SUV. "Th<strong>is</strong> <strong>is</strong> certainly notgood..."She was driving, nursing a Starbucks coffee. <strong>Constantine</strong> was riding shotgun. "Th<strong>is</strong> worldhas been invaded, all right," she muttered, "by Starbucks. And we all let it happen...."
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