<strong>Constantine</strong> cooked a pan of religious relics on the stove, melting them together. Small rosariesall of silver, a gold cross that'd belonged to Joan of Arc while she was still in the Dauphin's goodgraces, the very first St. Chr<strong>is</strong>topher's medal, a silver cross that'd supposedly belonged to KingArthur, the specific coin that Jesus had spoken of in the Bible ("Whose face <strong>is</strong> on it? Give toCaesar what <strong>is</strong> Caesar's...."), an iron arrowhead that had pieced St. Peter in h<strong>is</strong> martyrdom, acouple of Judas's molars...On a counter nearby was a mold, something to pour the molten relic-fundament into - anotherloaner from Midnite.Watching <strong>Constantine</strong> melt and grind relics together - things he himself would never havecombined so haphazardly - Midnite shook h<strong>is</strong> head and gave <strong>Constantine</strong> a look that seemed tosay, Only you would do it th<strong>is</strong> way.<strong>The</strong> kitchen was big, set up for cafeteria-size crowds of employees, a thing of bright clean tileand stainless steel sinks and an enormous stove capable of unusually great heat. Chaz had abrooding air about him as he watched <strong>Constantine</strong> - the young man had been a bit d<strong>is</strong>turbed by acurious peek into the walk-in refrigerator. Its frozen goods included some human body parts -Well, Midnite had said, they were just dead convicts, after all, child molesters and the like; theguards sell them to me from the pr<strong>is</strong>on morgues on the QT. And you know, some of my employeesare not human - and yet, ha ha, oddly enough, they can only eat human.On other shelves had been two frozen Yorkshire terriers, a frozen poodle, one anaconda, adead Eskimo in furred parka (Long story behind that one, Midnite had said), the glassy-eyed headof a zebra, what looked like an earthworm as big as a python, an entire barracuda, a six-foot-longsquid, a small bear replete with fur, a number of beetles and d<strong>is</strong>gustingly large spiders in plasticsandwich bags, six roosters in full feather, the hearts of various unknown beasts, six kinds ofbrains, several cocoons (including one that seemed to contain a human shape), a trilobite, and acoelacanth. Also hundreds of chickens, hams, sausages, and turkeys, some frozen pizzas,Jamaican spiced beef, and seven gallons of Breyers ice cream."Is that really going to get hot enough to melt that metal?" Chaz asked, chewing a knuckle."Oh yes, we have to have some tremendous heat here," Midnite said. "Especially when you'recooking entire bodies down..."Chaz winced, w<strong>is</strong>hing he hadn't asked."Anything else blessed and portable enough?" <strong>Constantine</strong> asked, shaking the pot with aprotective glove. "Even sacramental or totemic."Midnite hesitated, then made a long low growling sound that seemed to express h<strong>is</strong> annoyancewith himself for giving in to <strong>Constantine</strong> so much, as he slid a gold ring off h<strong>is</strong> finger; it bore theimage of an ankh.He held the ring up so it glinted in the fluorescent lights. "Do you have any idea what th<strong>is</strong>cost?""Yeah - I sold it to you. Don't worry, it's fake."Midnite threw him a sharp glare."What?" <strong>Constantine</strong> said, mugging like a borscht belt comedian. "Kidding here."Chaz cleared h<strong>is</strong> throat, w<strong>is</strong>hing <strong>Constantine</strong> wouldn't be so easy with h<strong>is</strong> sense of humor.Midnite was notoriously mercurial. If he started throwing around lightning bolts or something,Chaz could get caught in the cross fire.Midnite dropped the gold ring into the pan. He grimaced as he watched it start to melt."It's not just the fellow with the spear who concerns me," Midnite said. "A thing like th<strong>is</strong>takes centuries of planning."<strong>Constantine</strong> knew what Midnite meant: Mammon would have taken every possibility intoaccount. But then, he thought he had taken <strong>Constantine</strong> into account by sending assassins to killhim. Maybe by sending the cancer, too. And yet <strong>Constantine</strong> was still around.<strong>Constantine</strong> beckoned to Chaz for the casting mold. Chaz picked it up, got a good grip on themetal container's handle. He was afraid that <strong>Constantine</strong> - who'd been drinking Midnite's cooking
andy while he waited for the pan to heat up - might drip molten metal on h<strong>is</strong> hand.<strong>Constantine</strong> was practiced, however, and with a steady hand poured liquid silver and goldmetal into the mold casings: bullets. <strong>The</strong> room smelled of minerals, as if the air wereremin<strong>is</strong>cing about caverns of lava.Without their original shapes, some of the relics' virtues would be comprom<strong>is</strong>ed. But<strong>Constantine</strong> figured they were still impregnated with divine emanations, if a little diluted."You might reconsider..." Midnite suggested. Unspoken was the corollary: If <strong>Constantine</strong>didn't take action, where would there be to run, later, after Earth and Hell had become one?<strong>The</strong>re didn't seem any real point in reconsidering. Hopeless as th<strong>is</strong> likely was."You could come with me," <strong>Constantine</strong> suggested nonchalantly. "Two fools die as easily asone."Midnite smiled, showing white, very white teeth. That remark had passed between thembefore."<strong>Not</strong> likely," he said. "No matter who rules on Earth, there will be sorrow. Fear. Loss. And Ido run a bar."<strong>Constantine</strong> suspected that whatever protection Midnite supposed he would have after Helltook over was illusory, and that the illusion was a product of Midnite's powerful ego.<strong>The</strong> truth was that Midnite's power was also h<strong>is</strong> vulnerability. He specialized in a kind ofmagic that was about self-belief and force of personality translated into magical energy. And themore vain you were, the more powerful you were, in that kind of magical arena. Ego becameenergy, somehow, with him. It was that way even with nonmagicians, among the great men ofh<strong>is</strong>tory: One of Napoleon's strengths had been h<strong>is</strong> almost pathological self-belief. But it had alsoblinded him enough to make him invade Russia just before winter, a fatal step. With men likeNapoleon, and Midnite, the power of self-confidence also meant that they had to stay in a state offortress-like confidence in themselves to the point that they were blind to what might reallythreaten them - in Midnite's case, he might imagine himself important enough to be treated as anequal by the son of Satan.Mammon wasn't likely to think so.But <strong>Constantine</strong> couldn't say any of that to Midnite. <strong>The</strong> voodoo master wasn't constituted toaccept advice - if he did, he might falter. That was the paradox of h<strong>is</strong> power.<strong>Constantine</strong> fin<strong>is</strong>hed pouring the molds and put the pan down, then picked up the castings anddipped them into a big waiting pot of cold water.<strong>The</strong>re was a h<strong>is</strong>s, an em<strong>is</strong>sion of steam. <strong>The</strong> steam seemed to carry the faint fragrance ofsaintly virtue."How exactly," Midnite asked, "do you intend to get close enough to use those?"<strong>Constantine</strong> cocked h<strong>is</strong> head to one side, considering the question. He'd been putting that oneoff. But Midnite had a point.When the answer came, it came from an unexpected source. Chaz cleared h<strong>is</strong> throat, lookedbetween the two magicians, and spoke up."<strong>The</strong>y're not going to leave her unguarded...," Chaz hesitated.<strong>Constantine</strong> looked at him, frowning. Could it be that Chaz was going to be good forsomething besides ground transportation?"Now as we know," Chaz went on, "half-breeds are most vulnerable when their outer skin <strong>is</strong>breached by holy water. And certain objects. Most notably, either of the two crosses of Isteriahave been used by the unordained to bless and sanctify all commonly occurring waters. Evenrain."He hesitated. <strong>The</strong>y were staring at him. Was he making a fool of himself? He plungedonward. Too late to keep h<strong>is</strong> peace now."If one such item," he went on, "were available, it might give the good guys an advantage."Midnite stared at him.Chaz shrugged - spread h<strong>is</strong> hands. "No use sitting on the bench if you're not ready to play."
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