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Thanks to all my
wonderful reviewers. I'll try to keep my babbling short this time.

Wolflady: You'll have
to wait a bit for the smut, but it will return.

Patty: Yes, the whole
family will be punished in one way or another.

Paranoidcharlotte:
Mammon will return in a later chapter.

Chapter 11 – The standing bet

“What the hell?” John looked around the dim bar, but
he hadn't seen it before. Something was definitely going on, because
he could neither spot waitresses or other customers. Focusing on the
two people opposite of them, John spoke. “So, Lu. Are you gonna
tell me what this is all about?”

Their two opponents cast disgusted looks in their direction, when
Lucifer leaned close and let his tongue flick along John's ear. “As
my second-in-command you are invited to our monthly poker game. Me
and God...” Lucifer pointed to the man sitting across from
them, “play. Each of us usually brings their
second-in-command.”

So this was God. John would have liked to laugh out loud, because
he looked slightly like Santa Clause. Large man, long white beard,
dressed in white robes. Curiously the former exorcist mustered the
young woman sitting next to God. Her blonde hair fell over her
shoulders in long waves, while her crystal-blue eyes were trained on
Lucifer. Heaven's second-in-command sure looked better than God.

Lighting himself a cigarette, John asked: “And who is the
lady?” As soon as he had asked his question, Lucifer started
laughing, while the woman's face turned into a disdainful scowl. What
the hell was their problem anyway?

When his laughter finally subsided, Lucifer answered: “The
lady is the archangel Michael.”

John grinned, when the angel impatiently waved away the smoke he
had exhaled. Such fucking luck, that he hadn't gone to heaven. Those
idiots would probably have turned him into a girl, because except for
Chas he had never seen an angel that had a clear gender. Probably
didn't need it anyways.

When God stopped shuffling and set the cards down on the table,
Michael spoke up. “Little horn, why don't you explain the rules
to your minion?” Arrogant asshole. Should have know that all
the angels believed themselves to be something better.

“My consort knows how to play poker. We use the souls that
are in our possession as stakes.”

Consort? Well, John wasn't about to complain, while he fought hard
to keep his laughter under control. He remembered that he had told
Angela that God and Lu had a standing bet for the souls of mankind.
He hadn't really been metaphorical then and now he was right. When
Lucifer finally put some poker chips on the table, that had the faces
of the souls they belonged to imprinted, John lost it and started
laughing. This was simply insane.

“This is a serious matter, demon.”

The angel looked completely pissed off at his attitude, which only
served to amuse John further. “So, you don't get much fun in
heaven? And the name's Constantine, John Constantine.” Shortly
debating with himself, how far he would be allowed to go, John added
his customary 'asshole' to the sentence. Enraged at being addressed
so rudely Michael almost lunged over the table. But God quickly
grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him into his chair. Smirking
John watched the angel fuming in his seat.

“Shall we begin then?”

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Sipping the whiskey, that had miraculously appeared in his hand,
John regarded his cards. It had been a while, since he had last
played poker with Beeman and Hennessy, but he quickly found his
playing rhythm again.

The whole time he had enormous fun with needling the angel sitting
across from him. Michael looked as if he would have liked to strangle
him, but God kept a firm reign on his second-in-command. Lu on the
other hand didn't tell John to stop his comments, but rather had some
very scathing remarks to add. At least when he wasn't busy stroking
John's thigh, which was proving to be quite a distraction for the
former exorcist.

But although he barely focused on the game, he kept winning and
winning. God had just announced the last game of the evening and up
to this point, Lucifer and John had won five hundred-three innocent
souls, that would go straight to hell, although they hadn't done
something wrong. No wonder, that Lu had so much fun.

Especially since they had won the soul of Isabel. The very soul,
that had gone to heaven to establish him as Hell's second-in-command.
Ironic, although in God's place John would never have given that
particular soul up. But if he were God a lot of things would be
different anyway.

Picking up the cards, God had dealt him, John kept his face
completely neutral on the outside, while he smirked inwardly. The
next round was surely theirs. He let his eyes travel over the faces
around the table, instantly noting that Michael looked nervous. The
angel was a shitty player, always clearly broadcasting the kind of
cards on his hand with his face. He wouldn't be a match for his
cards. God's and Lucifer's faces were harder to read, but he thought
that Lu's hand had started to stroke his leg a little harder.

So, Lu had bad cards, too. That left only him and God. John was
confident, that the only way God would beat him, would be if he had
cheated, but he deemed that very unlikely. He wouldn't have put it
past Lu to manipulate the game in their favor, but their heavenly
opponents probably weren't even capable of lying.

Lighting himself a fresh cigarette he blew smoke rings over to
Michael, who waved them away before putting down his cards, like John
had expected. Lu also put his cards down, directing his attention to
stroking John's leg. Barely keeping himself from moaning, when
Lucifer's hand moved over to his hardened cock, John waited while God
drew and discarded one card.

Meanwhile Lu had slipped his hand inside John's pants, his thumb
slowly circling the sensitive head. Time to get this over with or Lu
would probably fuck him right in front of God and Michael. Well their
faces might even be worth the discomfort of no lube. John was shaken
out of his thoughts, when Michael coughed to get his attention.

The angel was already impatiently tapping his fingers, so John
deliberately pretended to contemplate his cards, before raising the
stakes. God was obviously confident in his cards too, since he
matched John soul for soul. Each side was already betting five
hundred souls, but he hadn't used Isabel's yet.

Originally John had decided for himself that no matter what, he
wouldn't put her soul on the stakes, since Lu was keen on having her.
But then God offered them a soul of an old monk, that Lu had been
very keen on getting. The only catch was, that John had to bet
Isabel's soul or God wouldn't be willing to play. Confident that he
would win Lu another soul he desperately wanted, John agreed to the
conditions. If the movements of Lu's hand were any indication, his
reward for winning was going to be a lot better than a couple of
souls.

A smirk spreading over his face, he put his cards down. A straight
flush from King down to nine. There was no way, God would be able to
beat that. Lu was obviously of the same opinion, since his hand slid
down to cup John's balls, while a wide grin spread over his face.

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And then God slowly put down one card after another. King, Queen,
Jack, Ten. John's smirk had slowly faltered with each card, that God
placed upon the table, while Michael had slowly started to develop a
smirk of his own.

If God had an Ace, he was so fucked. Lucifer had already stopped
the ministrations on his hard cock, his hand now squeezing tighter
with every card that hit the table. And then the last card was
revealed.

Ace.

Shit, shit, shit. John couldn't believe that he had lost with his
good straight flush. But at the moment, he was more worried about
Lucifer's reaction. The Devil's grip on his cock had tightened,
having already passed the border between pleasurable and painful.
What worried him even more was the lack of expression on Lu's face,
while God and Michael gathered their winnings, before vanishing into
thin air. John could hear his heart hammering in his chest as he
waited for the inevitable explosion.

“John.” Lucifer was practically purring. There were
still no visible signs of anger on his face and somehow John doubted
that this would bode well for him. “You have lost me five
hundred perfectly innocent souls and most of all the soul of Isabel.”
Lucifer's purring had lowered, sounding far more dangerous with every
word he added.

“I think I have to reward you for your wonderful game. Mmh,
Sonny?” John didn't answer, but gulped in fear, when Lu started
to pet his hair. Remembering the way Balthazar had looked, before
Lucifer restored his body to give John the opportunity to torture
him, sent shivers down his back. This time he had really gotten
himself into deep shit. “There's a whole bunch of Hell's
delights you haven't seen yet.”

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And with these words he found himself back in hell, hanging from
the ceiling of a dark cellar room. He was completely naked and
shivered in the cold, but he couldn't spot Lucifer anywhere.
Wriggling around in the chains that bound his wrists, John scanned
the room, but it was hidden in shadows.

He could see neither the walls of the room and furniture, nor the
torture devices he had expected. Maybe they were hidden in the
shadows, since the only light in the room was a red glow, that shone
down on his body.

Mentally preparing himself for his punishment, John waited.

TBC...
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