insects and sores and infinite regrets.He was becoming corrupted by being here, he supposed. <strong>The</strong> boss wouldn't like that.Still, it was too bad, in a way, that th<strong>is</strong> world would soon be just another level of Hell, andeverything pr<strong>is</strong>tine in it would be soiled, damaged like a raped child.Yet he would enjoy h<strong>is</strong> part of the despoiling; oh yes, he would take great pleasure in it.... Allthat murder and violation and those great vast overflowing dessert bowls of suffering - it wouldbe a great consolation to him.He started to turn away from the reflection - and then turned back again. H<strong>is</strong> image hadd<strong>is</strong>torted slightly, had it not?Had it shown the demon he was within, for a moment? That would not do. That should not bethe case. As he watched, h<strong>is</strong> human face d<strong>is</strong>torted even further - the demonic true-form beneathseeming to push out, like a man pressing h<strong>is</strong> real face against the lineaments of a rubber mask.<strong>The</strong> spell might be weakening. Now, what would cause that? Could it be a certaintroublesome, arrogant, heavily tattooed human who should have been dead long ago, perhaps?Balthazar did a vowel stretch, touching h<strong>is</strong> face, leaning closer to the mirror. Perhaps he'dbeen m<strong>is</strong>taken....And then the skin of h<strong>is</strong> face began to ripple, as if liquefying. <strong>The</strong> surface of the mirror toowas bl<strong>is</strong>tering, quivering within itself...And suddenly exploded outward!<strong>The</strong> fireball from the mirror carried the glass like grenade shrapnel on its shock wave,slamming into Balthazar so that he was flung through the air to thud against the wall behind him.He slid to the floor, h<strong>is</strong> earthly body stunned. Flames licked around him.Flames? Fire? -"Fire!" he raged, jumping to h<strong>is</strong> feet. "I was born of th<strong>is</strong>!"He glared around him. Who dared?And then he saw a shadowy figure through the ragged gap where the mirror had been. <strong>The</strong>rewas an access corridor back there for plumbing repairs - and that's where John <strong>Constantine</strong> stood.Looking back at him in place of the mirror, some kind of shotgun in h<strong>is</strong> hands. <strong>Constantine</strong>staring at him from the very place Balthazar's reflection had been.For a moment it was as if <strong>Constantine</strong> were a photo negative of Balthazar's mirror reflection,mocking him."How's he doing it?" <strong>Constantine</strong> asked calmly. He kicked away a bit of the remaining crustof wall and stepped into the bathroom.<strong>Constantine</strong> felt a short rush of sat<strong>is</strong>faction, seeing Balthazar with h<strong>is</strong> suit ripped, smoking, inthe wreckage of h<strong>is</strong> smarmy executive bathroom. And p<strong>is</strong>sed off. If you made him mad, thatmeant you were getting to him.But it wasn't nearly enough - Balthazar had Hennessy to answer for; and Beeman. And howmany others?"How's Mammon planning to cross over?" <strong>Constantine</strong> demanded. Adding: "You half-breedpiece of shit!"Balthazar crouched to leap at him - but <strong>Constantine</strong> was already throwing an ampule of holywater at Balthazar, and it struck him square in the face. Most of that face burned off, the holywater melting away the spell of deception - for Hell's deceptions are innately unholy. <strong>The</strong>leathery, demonic face of one of the higher demons of Hell grinned sharp-toothedly back athim....Balthazar stretched h<strong>is</strong> mouth to make more of the old, human face fall away."Ahh - that's better. Au natural. "And then he leapt at <strong>Constantine</strong> - knocking the gun aside, body-slamming h<strong>is</strong> human prey.<strong>Constantine</strong> was propelled back into a wall, with the demon's clawed, leathery hand tighteningaround h<strong>is</strong> neck, crushing h<strong>is</strong> esophagus, spots flaring in front of h<strong>is</strong> eyes so that all he could seewas the demon's triumphant leer....
--Angela made up her mind.And it wasn't just about chauvin<strong>is</strong>m. She could feel that she was needed - had the "feeling ofguidance from something higher" that <strong>Constantine</strong> had told her about...."I used to have it, once upon a time. <strong>The</strong>n I lost it. Maybe when I got depressed, and no helpcame, and I slashed my wr<strong>is</strong>t and went to Hell - I - got mad, and it can't get in past all thatanger. Whatever guidance an angel like Gabriel offers, well, that ain't it. But I know it ex<strong>is</strong>ts,kid. St. Franc<strong>is</strong>, Ramakr<strong>is</strong>hna, Rumi, Teresa of Avila - those guys were the real pros at gettingthat guidance. And I figure, maybe it's too late for me to get it. But it's not too late for you.It's... some kind of psychic opening, to the really high frequency wavelengths, the highest astrallight - it's all about energy transm<strong>is</strong>sion, see. Some energies are intelligent, Angela. Find themand let them guide you. You know, after... whatever happens.... "She'd been sitting in the car, trying to do just that.And getting a very d<strong>is</strong>tant sort of tingle, from somewhere, that came like a warm comforter onan icy cold day - just for a moment. And she seemed to hear... not a voice, exactly, not words,but a transm<strong>is</strong>sion of pure understanding, adding up to a sense of m<strong>is</strong>sion.You must help him.So she got out of the car. She checked her gun - fully loaded. She pulled off her jacket.Maybe with a little help from the Evil One, the amulet caught on a collar snap, and the chainbroke.' Stuck to her jacket, which she tossed in the car, the amulet was left behind when sheheaded for the concrete back stairs of the BZR building. She didn't notice.She went up the stairs remembering....She and Isabel as little girls, playing in the park.On swings together, side by side, sometimes in tandem, sometimes together, higher andhigher, till at once they'd both shout out, "Now!" and let go of the swing's chains, launchingthemselves into the air to come down in the sawdust, laughing. Liking it even better if theyskinned their knees a little.Isabel standing, turning - staring at someone. A man watching them. A squat, balding man ina trench coat. Staring at them with a kind smile and dead eyes... an expression so like that of theman Angela would shoot all those years later, in Echo Park.Angela and Isabel looking at him as he hesitated there, seeming to be a fixture of the dusk, likea spider <strong>is</strong> a fixture of the amber it's trapped in.Just po<strong>is</strong>ed there for a momentary eternity... And then the spider came impossibly out of theamber, taking a step toward them. Angela saw the other one then - he hadn't been quite v<strong>is</strong>ible atfirst. <strong>Not</strong> a human face - saturnine, leathery, composed yet gleeful, like a greedy child with a bigbag of sweets in front of him the morning after Halloween. He was going to feed somehow, if hecould persuade th<strong>is</strong> stubby little man with the dead eyes to do it one more time....Angela and Isabel both saw it then - a flash of what the man had done before. A thirteen-yearoldgirl strangled on a lonely beach in Maine...."No one's around," the demon wh<strong>is</strong>pered to the man. "I prom<strong>is</strong>e you that. No one but you andthese two choice bits of stuff."<strong>The</strong> man couldn't hear the demon the way Angela did - to him it was just an urge forming inhim, the words somewhere in the backbrain, r<strong>is</strong>ing through the subconscious like methanebubbles. But Angela and Isabel heard the demon tell the man to kill them."Before they run," the demon h<strong>is</strong>sed, urging the man on. And the demon frowned now, sensingthat these two had the sight - that they were aware of him. "Get them!"<strong>The</strong> man started toward them, reaching into h<strong>is</strong> pocket for the ether and the ropes."<strong>The</strong>re's a demon telling you what to do, m<strong>is</strong>ter," Isabel said. "He's standing just behind you -on your left side..."<strong>The</strong> man blinked, coming up short a moment could not res<strong>is</strong>t turning to look. Did he for a
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