Constantine - The Novelization - Whoa is (Not)

He'd sound like those lunatics who shout on street comers, making people shake their headssadly.How often were those lunatics talking about something real?"Never ceases to amaze me," Constantine said, looking around. Shaking his head inappreciation and sadness.Chaz looked at him; Midnite didn't need to. "Normal life," Constantine went on.Especially now, he thought. When a course that is utterly insane is the sane course to take.Midnite handed Chaz something wrapped in a cloth - not a sacred cloth, but one he'd gotten atBed Bath & Beyond with the rest of his hand towels."You get back," Midnite said, looking at Chaz gravely, "you see me about membership.Maybe."Chaz nodded - suppressing the desire to grin and do a little buck-and-wing. Membership inMidnite's!Papa Midnite waved his hands over Chaz, spellcasting. Not too obviously; it could almosthave been some gangster-rap hand jive. His eyes were fixed on Chaz, his lips moved, but he saidnothing audibly."What are you doing?" Chaz asked. He just couldn't think of any cooler way to put it."Praying," Midnite growled. His version of praying, anyway; praying to those voodoo loaswho had their Christian equivalents among the angels.Midnite started the same prayer over Constantine, but Constantine waved him away."Don't waste your time," Constantine said. He had made up his mind that today would be,after all, a good day to die. "Good a day as any," he said, as smirkingly as he could manage, "togo to Hell, straight to Hell; do not use your 'Get Out of Hell' card." He felt the intricatelyinterlocked and unbendable girders of his doom all around him: an unyielding edifice of karma.He figured he was like Samson - if he brought it down, it fell on his head. Midnite couldn't helphim any more than he already had.Chaz stuck out his hand to Midnite. Who just looked at it. Chaz dropped the hand, got intothe taxi; Constantine got in behind him, waving good-bye.Midnite watched them drive away into the smoggy L.A. night, weaving through traffic withincreasing speed.And Papa Midnite thought: I shouldn't take sides. I shouldn't care who wins. What differencedoes it make to me? Even demons need a place to party. But still... somehow.......he found himself hoping that Constantine found a way to put a new padlock on the door toHell.--The time has come, Angela Dodson ....The voice was like a whisperer in the dark. Like the touch of a spider lighting on the back ofyour neck.We have waited for the most auspicious moment. The planetary influences are at their leastproblematic; the stars are quite neutral. The doorway is unguarded. The fools have left it so thismillennium - or is it two…?Come, now, back to your world, and make it mine, Angela Dodson. Come! Come and marrythe iron spear of Jesus!Angela found that she was falling....Falling through a hole in space. Tumbling through the roof and walls of Ravenscar Hospitalas if they were only fog. Entering the human world fully in the physical sense, only a splitsecond before she fell splashing into water... a pool of chlorinated water four feet deep in thebasement of the hospital. She floundered in the water, disoriented, feeling the grip of gravity likethe hand of a giant dragging her under to drown. She fought her panic, and got her feet beneathher, standing up, dripping, realizing she still had her gun.