infused with sacred symbols, divine energy, that if he tried to freeze its works or knock it aside,h<strong>is</strong> own power would come back at him, rebounding violently: karma in its purest, mostimmediate form.He lowered h<strong>is</strong> hands. He waited."Where's the chair?" <strong>Constantine</strong> demanded. Midnite let out a long slow breath, turning h<strong>is</strong>body in the hopes of keeping <strong>Constantine</strong> from seeing the spell-casting movement of h<strong>is</strong> righthand. If he could send a pulse of force against <strong>Constantine</strong>'s body, m<strong>is</strong>sing the gun..."I offer no aid to one side or the other," Midnite said, feeling the power build up in h<strong>is</strong> hand."<strong>The</strong> Balance.""Screw the Balance," <strong>Constantine</strong> said simply. <strong>Constantine</strong>, for h<strong>is</strong> part, knew what wascoming.He didn't want to shoot Midnite. But -While <strong>Constantine</strong> was making up h<strong>is</strong> mind about what to do, Midnite struck, flashing h<strong>is</strong>hand out, sending a pulse of magical energy that struck the occult<strong>is</strong>t, knocking him back into thewall to one side of the door, the impact sending the gun flying from h<strong>is</strong> grip to clatter across thefloor, shedding sparks.Furious at himself for being caught off guard, <strong>Constantine</strong> fought to keep h<strong>is</strong> feet, the windknocked out of him.Midnite vaulted the desk, coming at him like a runaway freight train. "You dare. In myhouse!"Midnite slammed h<strong>is</strong> hand hard into <strong>Constantine</strong>'s chest, staggering him against the wall,power flickering between h<strong>is</strong> fingers, power enough to pin <strong>Constantine</strong> against the wall or toreach inside him and stop h<strong>is</strong> heart cold between one beat and the next.Midnite was a man of power - and that power was about face and self-belief and respect, amana that built up according to h<strong>is</strong> psychological dominance of h<strong>is</strong> territory. And <strong>Constantine</strong>had threatened that. <strong>Constantine</strong> had broken in, and worse, had drawn a weapon on him. Th<strong>is</strong>pale magician was making demands of him on h<strong>is</strong> own power-ground!D<strong>is</strong>sing Midnite had consequences - supernatural and physical."What do you know?" <strong>Constantine</strong> wheezed. "You can still do the right thing!" He heldMidnite's eyes; their wills locked. And <strong>Constantine</strong>'s was strong enough to hold Midnite inabeyance long enough to speak h<strong>is</strong> mind. He caught h<strong>is</strong> breath, and went on."Neutral, Midnite? Bullshit. You're the only one still playing by the rules. And while you'vebeen imitating Switzerland, people are dying. <strong>Not</strong> zombies. People that matter. Hennessy.Beeman. <strong>The</strong>y were your friends once too. Slaughtered. And there's so much more blood tocome. Don't you get it yet, Midnite? We're at war! Nobody's neutral! <strong>Not</strong> anymore!"Midnite just returned stare for stare. He was not going to let down h<strong>is</strong> guard for mere rhetoric.<strong>Constantine</strong> played h<strong>is</strong> last card. "I need your help."He smiled wryly - he knew it was absurd to ask for help after bulling h<strong>is</strong> way in here. Butthey'd known each other a long time. And <strong>Constantine</strong> had once saved Midnite's life. "Considerit a last request, Midnite."Midnite thought about it for a second or two that seemed to last a lot longer. <strong>The</strong>n he steppedback. "You play a dangerous game.""Honestly," <strong>Constantine</strong> said. "What have I got to lose?"<strong>The</strong>y both knew what he meant. He was destined to go to Hell when he died. <strong>The</strong> suicide hadworked - even though he'd been brought back. What could Midnite do to him that would beworse than Hell?Midnite shook h<strong>is</strong> head, and f<strong>is</strong>hed in an inside coat pocket for a key. He led the way to anarrow side door.<strong>Constantine</strong> followed, looking down at h<strong>is</strong> shirt where Midnite's bolt of magical energy hadstruck him against the wall. It was singed."Two-hundred-dollar shirt, by the way," <strong>Constantine</strong> remarked.
<strong>The</strong>y went down a hall, to the end, where Midnite opened another door. Midnite remarkedmusingly:"That little shit" - meaning Mammon - "has been trying to climb out of h<strong>is</strong> father's shadow foreons."Midnite flipped a switch, illuminating a high-ceilinged, dust-coated storage room - it couldhave almost been a museum except that its "exhibits" were so jumbled and cluttered together."<strong>Whoa</strong>," <strong>Constantine</strong> said, recognizing some of the artifacts. Some were Chr<strong>is</strong>tian relics,some voodoo, some Ifa, some Santeria, some Hermetic, some Egyptian - and some unclassifiable.<strong>Constantine</strong> looked at the body of a man - apparently sleeping, though h<strong>is</strong> chest wasmotionless - in a glass case. He wore a coarsely woven robe with a hood, a rope around h<strong>is</strong>middle, sandals. <strong>The</strong>re was a scent of flowers around the case."A saint?" <strong>Constantine</strong> asked. "Which one?"'I’m embarrassed to say I don't know," said Midnite. "But I know he was a saint because h<strong>is</strong>body has never decayed, though he <strong>is</strong> quite dead, in th<strong>is</strong> world. And that scent of flowers, ofcourse. I believe him to be about, oh... thirteenth century of the Common Era, perhaps."<strong>Constantine</strong> glanced at Midnite, then back at the saint. "You see the power of th<strong>is</strong> Chr<strong>is</strong>tianfaith - but you don't consider, you know...?""Converting? Vo'doun <strong>is</strong> a kind of amalgamation of Chr<strong>is</strong>tianity and the magic of the old godsof Africa…" He shrugged. "But it's true I'm no Chr<strong>is</strong>tian. Still it's all one in the end, as youknow: <strong>The</strong> same rules apply. You can go to the hell of Vo'doun for the same things."Looking around, <strong>Constantine</strong> shook h<strong>is</strong> head in admiration. "Some powerful, valuable stuffhere. I'm surpr<strong>is</strong>ed you don't have it in a vault with like big combination locks or something.Laser movement detectors. Trapdoors with spikes.""It <strong>is</strong> quite well protected. <strong>The</strong>re are no fewer than seven murderous spirits guarding th<strong>is</strong>room. Two of them are the spirits of Richard Ramirez and Charles Manson-""Waitaminnut, those guys are still alive.""<strong>The</strong>ir bodies are walking around in pr<strong>is</strong>on, yes."Midnite grinned wolf<strong>is</strong>hly. "But I took their souls away long ago. And if you had not beenhere with me, within my field of protection, they'd have tom your head off your shoulders andsucked your spirit out the rag-end of your neck.""About now, they're welcome to it," <strong>Constantine</strong> muttered. He felt like crap. <strong>The</strong> cancer waswearing him down again. H<strong>is</strong> chest throbbed where Midnite had struck him. And worry aboutAngela was chewing away at h<strong>is</strong> mind. He crossed the room, putting off h<strong>is</strong> encounter with <strong>The</strong>Chair a few moments - it wasn't something he was eager for - and looked over a cross of silverthat somehow he associated with St. Anthony, the great fighter of demons. Near it was a big jarwith a bearded, shaggy, fairly well-preserved human head in it; the head turned to watch him ashe went by."That <strong>is</strong> Blackbeard the Pirate's head," Midnite said, with simple pride of ownership.<strong>The</strong>re were human hands cut off at the wr<strong>is</strong>t, with candles tipping their upthrust fingers - noordinary voodoo artifact, they would be the hands of someone famous, some person of power.<strong>The</strong>re was a jar full of what appeared to be miniature people, dancing around hysterically; therewere several mummies, sarcophagi, a box of relics from assorted Muslim saints, and...A set of Archie jam jar glasses. <strong>Constantine</strong> carefully lifted one up. "A full set?" he asked."No," Midnite said, with regret. "No Jughead. I've tried eBay. All the stores. No luck."Midnite pulled a tarp off a humped shape in a corner. Dust flew. Somewhere in the room, aghost laughed nastily as the chair was revealed: the electric chair from Sing Sing pr<strong>is</strong>on.<strong>Constantine</strong> swallowed. "Forgot how big it was."Midnite nodded. "Two hundred souls passed through th<strong>is</strong> wood and steel at Sing Sing.""Yeah." One of those souls, <strong>Constantine</strong> knew, had dabbled in magic, and had tried to create adoorway of escape while in the chair. <strong>The</strong> spell went awry, crackled to another level when theelectricity came on... and its effects still clung to the gr<strong>is</strong>ly artifact.
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