Light In The Dark

Confusion is like a fog filled, unfamiliar, unfriendly forest. It leaves one feeling lost, uncertain, insecure, and afraid of what will happen next. It makes one want to rush to choose a path to get out like a bat out of hell, rather than stopping and thinking. Confusion often stops one from thinking of how one got into it and of all the possibilities for leaving it. Denial is the worse possible plan of act, because that leaves one standing still right in the middle of the forest.

Part 3


Well actually it was noon exactly when John-the-Demon-Destroyer-Constantine sat straight up in the bed, hand clamped over his mouth and the biggest feeling of nausea threatening to send something up. Grabbing hold of Balthazar’s shoulder he violently shook the Half-Demon awake, which actually did not prove to be such an easy task. Who knew that he, the refined Balthazar, slept like the fucking dead! The first thing out of the deep sleeper’s mouth was a sophisticated: “Wha?”


John had to try a few times to fight back the nausea but finally managed to get out a weak: “Bathroom. Where?”

Balthazar still being more asleep then not, merely yawned and pointed in a general direction, before he promptly rolled over to go back to sleep.


‘You asshole!’ was all the human thought as get got up, ran out of the room and in the general pointed to direction. He found the bathroom and taking no notice of its lavish décor, dropped down in front of the toilet to retch. It was not food that came or even remains of the hard liquor he drank before all this started, what came up was black, syrupy and chunky. With each wave of nausea more and more came up making a feeling of irritation in his chest increase. Soon he was coughing also and more chunks started coming, in a range of shades of grey instead of just black.


An arm reached over his head and flushed the toilet. The sounds of the exorcist vomiting had woken him and brought him here. Casually he look over the still kneeling figure, black goo was running down Johnny-Boy’s lips, chin and throat. Oh his boss was going to kill him. Glancing again he noted that El-Retcho’s skin was it’s normal pale color, with no trace of scratches, cuts or bruises. In fact all that was left of his victory marks were the bites, which didn’t seem to have healed into nothingness.


When John was finally done he stayed in place for a while just to catch his breath. That had just been to most disgusting experience of his entire life! Wait… No, there was that one time when… Okay it was the second most disgusting experience of his life… So still that was awful.


“Get up already, you remind me of a pregnant person!”


John’s head shot up, eyes large and for the first time fear shown clearly through them. Silently his eyes asked a question he didn’t have the guts to ask.


“Oh Lucifer no! You can’t! You’re human, you idiot!” Balthazar yelled, highly unnerved that Johnny-Boy had thought that even for a second. Only Demons with other Demons, Half-Demons with other Half-Demons or a Demon with a Half-Demon could produce an offspring as far as he knew. Plus when all the lower class Demons had ‘Done-The-Deed’ with a human before no child had ever come from it. Though he was the first of his class, as far as he knew, to fuck a human it was so unlikely that anything would be different.


Taking a moment to get past that massively terrifying thought of being a parent, he then ask; “What was that?”


“Disgusting and highly revolting. Now flush again, clean up and rinse your mouth out.”


The exorcist stood and was about to give the Half-Breed a piece of his mind and demand to know what that dark…stuff…was. Yet all his words died on the tip of his tongue when he found Balthazar already gone. That asshole was going to explain everything even if he had to beat it out of him, but first he needed to wash up.


As he washed the goo away he couldn’t help but realize that it was familiar to him. He pushed the thought aside for another time, for now he struggled to find his was back to the bedroom. As he walked into the room his gaze was split between the floor and the bed. Large chunks of what had been his cloths were on the green marble tiles and the last small shreds of his clothing that had come off in their second round were still on the blood stained sheets. Great, that left him with nothing to cover his birthday suit. Looking around the room there were no doors that lead anywhere, only long widows, paintings, and a large floor length mirror. He stood in front of the mirror to get a better view of the damage. Beautifully smooth, pale unblemished skin was reflected back. John stared, his body should not have looked so unmarked; not only were the narks of the fight gone but also all his older scares were gone. His skin was almost completely perfect; except for the four places that Asshole had bitten him. Suddenly the mirror swung forwards, opening to the closet behind and knocking him to the ground. A fully and expensively dressed Balthazar stepped out.


The Half-Breed smirked down at him; though he was a little surprised Johnny-Boy was still here. Taking in the human’s current position, Balthazar thought; ‘I guess he does spread his legs at the drop of a hat.’ Before he could tell the other male of his observation his cell rang, he took the call and walked left the room.


John Constantine’s glare would have killed a lesser Demon, but as it was, his glare of daggers harmlessly bounced off Balthazar’s retreating back. Once alone he wondered for a brief second why hadn’t he punched the Half-Demon’s lights out for knocking him down. Why he hadn’t yet deported his annoying ass back to hell for the audacity of sleeping with him, twice to be exact! Why the fucking hell didn’t he just get up to kill that evil, vile, stupid Half-Breed right now? He made no move to get up, just stayed frozen to the spot. ‘I don’t want to,’ he thought. As soon as the thought entired his mind he pushed it away, that and all of his previous thoughts. It was time to dress and leave the overly decorated house. He stood, walked into the huge closet full of extremely expencive suits and grinned. Though clothes like these where not his taste, Balthazar was sure to blow his top if he took one or two.