Chaz looked at Midnite more seriously. "So - you wouldn't happen to have one of those magiccrosses lying around here, would you? Something we could take with us.""What do you know? A regular Babe Ruth," Midnite said, with just a suggestion of rolling h<strong>is</strong>eyes."'Us'?" <strong>Constantine</strong> said.Chaz nodded. "No offense, John. But I don't think sending you to save the world on your own<strong>is</strong> the best idea."<strong>Constantine</strong> shot Chaz a dark look.Midnite chuckled."Take him along," he said. "Kill him after."Chaz grinned. It was kind of a sickly grin. But he thought it best to act as if he were sureMidnite was only kidding.SIXTEENAngela was spinning in orbit.That's how it seemed. She was held in some kind of astral reserve, in a between-place tillMammon should decide the moment had come. <strong>The</strong>re were no-man's-lands between thedimensions, twilight zones of non definition between the earthly world and the astral world, andbetween the various levels of the astral world. She was bound to one of these, as Mammon kepther, in a sense, on a shelf until he should need her. Out of the reach of John <strong>Constantine</strong>.She saw Ravenscar Hospital below her, aware that the one who'd sent a powerful elemental tobring her here, Mammon, intended Ravenscar as her next destination - and she was orbiting it theway a satellite orbits the Earth, but faster, whipping around it inv<strong>is</strong>ibly in the air, in the world butnot in it. She felt, though, like she was on a fast circular carnival ride.She thought of many things, in a mild, nonjudgmental sort of way - she was in a detachedstate, in more ways than one. Her body was in a kind of timespace loop, her body and the finerbody within it: her soul. And here she found herself contemplating the world as if it were just aprocess with no more significance than the blossoming and dying away of a hillock of wildplants.All flesh <strong>is</strong> grass, says the Bible. So it seemed to her from here... th<strong>is</strong> astral detachmentseemed to suggest that nothing human beings did mattered; they were so temporary, soephemeral. She could look psychically from her orbit, past the hospital and into the stream oftime, and see people coming and going, r<strong>is</strong>ing and falling, a current of humanity in the stream oftime. What seemed to be of agonizing importance to people in their mortal lives was in the longrun about as important as an inconvenient twig to a snail.She remembered agonizing over the men she'd killed. <strong>The</strong> why of it, the how. She knew nowthat her psychic talent had been struggling to emerge and that that was how it'd found an outlet.She'd sensed their murderous intent and she'd acted instinctively to stop them - and she knew nowshe'd been right to do it. In a way, she'd given the killers a kind of mercy. For they were trappedtoo.Thinking about that seemed to open another realm of perception to her: She seemed tobecome aware of others contemplating the world from outside it, as she was. <strong>The</strong>y were entitiesof various kinds, malign and benign. She knew the malign ones, somehow, all too well: <strong>The</strong>human beings she'd shot were just extensions of them, in a way. But the others were strange toher...Who were they? <strong>The</strong> word bodh<strong>is</strong>attva came to her, from her reading. People who'd left the
material world but still exerted a positive influence on it. She could feel them out there, also in akind of orbit, trying to help. <strong>The</strong>y were contemplating the suffering in the world and looking forways to ease that suffering.Her psychic sensitivity followed their lead, and she found herself aware of a churning, stormysea of suffering in the mortal world: children being preyed on by men who regarded them asthings conceived for their pleasure; women being knocked around by drunks; drunks beingpreyed on, in turn, by muggers, and pickpockets and whores who took their money; starvingchildren by the millions, wondering why they'd come into the world only to raven endlessly forfood and per<strong>is</strong>h; paralytics who prayed for death to release them from their nightmare trap;lunatics in tiny cells, who'd done nothing to bring their lunacy on themselves; children beaten byparents in America; children in the Third World sold by parents into slavery; people of all kindssunken into deep depression; animals tortured in lab experiments; men bleeding slowly, slowly todeath on battlefields for causes they could no longer remember; mothers feeling their children diein their arms; people dying in fires set by arson<strong>is</strong>ts; old folks sinking into senility and despairingof hope, sorry for a thousand m<strong>is</strong>takes; underfed people working in fields until they collapsed;people in sweatshops working as their hands bled, their eyes burned....Suffering. It was like a great d<strong>is</strong>cordant symphony ringing out from the world; like aklaxoning of a million million cracked bells.She knew then that it did matter, despite how temporary people were: What happened in theworld really did matter. What the devils and the psychopaths and the greedy did mattered.Suffering gave meaning to it; suffering alone. Because dimin<strong>is</strong>hing that suffering, modulating it,turning it into something a little better - yes, even making things just a little better was worthdoing.And she realized that she'd nearly succumbed to the darkness; that Mammon had beenwh<strong>is</strong>pering to her unconscious:Look, and see: <strong>Not</strong>hing matters! Don't res<strong>is</strong>t me.Don't struggle. <strong>Not</strong>hing matters in the great scheme of things. All flesh <strong>is</strong> grass, it all withersand dies; fighting it only prolongs your own m<strong>is</strong>ery.... Surrender, Angela!But she would not be persuaded. She would not surrender.When the time came, she would fight. With the subtle aid of the bodh<strong>is</strong>attvas, she wouldfight. Her chance would come.Because she knew, then, what she was, what her role in the world was. Her calling. Anoracle? Yes. But more fundamentally...... Angela Dodson was a warrior.--Midnite and Chaz and <strong>Constantine</strong> were standing outside the EI Carmen, taking in the humidnight.<strong>The</strong> world wakes up for day in a certain way; there's another way it wakes up for night. <strong>The</strong>Los Angeles night was beginning to wake up. Cars honked, sirens wailed, music banged fromradios, and all of it was given a kind of backbeat rhythm by the steady change of traffic lights, thepulse of cars going by.People were gathering for the club; others were walking by with their kids, on their way to avideo arcade, laughing about the money they'd waste. Couples walked by on dates, each with anagenda they didn't even know they had. Just following impulses, desires, lusts, or w<strong>is</strong>tfullongings...<strong>Constantine</strong> shook h<strong>is</strong> head. He had h<strong>is</strong> own impulse - to shout, You idiots! <strong>The</strong> world <strong>is</strong> atwar with the powers of darkness! <strong>The</strong> doorway to Hell <strong>is</strong> opening! You're fiddling while Romeburns, you clueless chuckleheads! Rally with me and fight those who would make beef cattle ofyour souls!And how would he sound if he said that aloud?
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