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New breed of evil	By : darkangel985 Category: 1 through F > Constantine Views: 8343 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I'm really, really busy
with university at the moment, so the updates are a little slow.
(Real life just sucks!) This chapter will finally get back to the
good old Lu/John slash ;-)

Paranoidcharlotte: I
haven't thought about what to do with Gabriel yet. But as soon as I
figure it out, she will have another appearance.

Morningstar: I envy you
for visiting Venice. Having said that I can tell you that John will
set himself back in place in the next chapter. For now he was to take
care of Angela.

Chapter 14 – Drawn to evil

Occultist killer
strikes again!

Detective
Angela Dodson is leading the investigation concerning the occultist
murders of the last two weeks. Several young women were found
murdered and had religious symbols cut into their bodies. The police
still has no lead on the killer, although Detective Dodson suspects
an occultist sect behind the killings...

There was also a picture of Angela, but John didn't pay
much attention to it. Time to set his plan in motion. Letting some
new clothes appear on his body John left the flat, taking the
newspaper with him. He needed to find out, who was responsible for
these murders and what better place to do so than Midnite's?

If a demon was responsible for the murders he needed a
new plan, but if the killer was human there had to be a demon giving
him the inspiration for his killings. Arriving at the darkened club
John was surprised at the demons' different reactions to his visit.

They neither drew back in fear, nor did they openly
approach him. Obviously the news of his fall from Lu's good graces
had already traveled quickly and now nobody knew how to treat him
anymore. Lighting himself a cigarette and ordering a whiskey John
searched the club for Ellie. The cheap half-breed bitch had to be
around somewhere.

Then he spotted her, currently busy with seducing
another demon. But as soon as John approached them the other demon
vanished, leaving Ellie to the former exorcist. Obviously she didn't
care about his current standing in hell, because as soon as he sat
down she placed herself in his lap. Still the same whore she had
always been. Ignoring the way she rubbed her body against him John
calmly finished his cigarette, before talking to her.

“I need information, Ellie.”

She huffed in annoyance, before sliding off his lap.
“What do you want?” Smirking at her miffed expression
John sipped at his whiskey and lit himself a new cigarette, not
bothering to offer her one, although she eyed his pack with interest.

“I need to know, who's
responsible for the occultist killings that are all over the news.”

“It's a human. I can give you
his address.” Quickly fumbling a pen from her handbag she wrote
the address on a small strip of paper. Before she could even try to
further engage John in a conversation, the former exorcist had
already vanished, hellbent on achieving his current mission.

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The apartment was in a dark and seedy part of LA, the
whole atmosphere filled with pain and suffering. John inhaled the
night air, enjoying the feeling of satisfaction every trace of
despair aroused in him. His demon senses were really strange
sometimes, although not necessarily in a bad way. Once he had gotten
over the strangeness of finding death and destruction erotic, John
had greatly embraced the new pleasurable sensations he could find.

Using his familiar astral projection he found himself in
the small, dirty apartment. The walls were painted black and he could
smell the faintest traces of blood, that not only reminded him of his
torture at Lu's hands, but also brought back memories of bites and
other pleasurable excursions. Almost every surface was covered in wax
from the hundreds of candles strewn all over the floor.

John followed the soft sounds of snoring, that finally
led him to the man, who had already killed six women. He had never
seen a soul as dark as this one before, an aura of evil that
involuntarily drew him closer. This one was not only bound to hell.
No. He knew that his soul would one day belong to Lucifer and he
waited for that day. Idiot. As if believing in Lucifer would spare
him any torture in hell. But maybe he could use that to his
advantage, too.

Since his target obviously believed in the occult, John
presented him with what he wanted to see. The man suddenly sat up in
his bed, gasping when he took in John's pale black clad figure and
saw his demonic eyes flare in the surrounding darkness. Barely
suppressing a triumphant snicker the former exorcist watched as the
killer sank onto his knees in front of him and praised him as the
'Lord of hell'.

Not bothering to correct the erratic worshiper John gave
him a task that he had to complete in the name of Lucifer. The young
man was almost frantic in pledging his loyalty, promising John to
stalk Angela until he was finally given permission to kill her.

His plan was completed and now he had to wait for the
killer to do his work. And if everything went the way he planned,
Angela's annoying soul would burn in hell and Lucifer would finally
take him back into his good graces.

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Entering his old apartment John was surprised, that
everything still looked the way he had left it. He quickly found an
old bottle of whiskey and sat down in his leather armchair, thinking
about the things he had already achieved during his stay in hell and
the things he still planned to do.

His family still hadn't gotten what they deserved and
although he planned to recruit Balthazar for the job, he had to get
back into Lu's good graces first. He probably could force the
half-breed to follow his orders anyway if he threatened him with sex
and torture, but it was entirely more fun if Balthazar knew that
every wrong word he said to John might result in torture by Lucifer.
And as far as John knew, that wasn't exactly fun, even for demons.

Which brought him back to the reason, why he was sitting
in his uncomfortable armchair in his goddamn apartment, instead of
lying on silken sheets and getting a good fucking from Lucifer. John
hadn't thought it possible, but he almost missed the feeling of being
dominated by Lu.

But until he got either Chas or Angela to fall, the only
treatment that awaited him in hell was torture. Although the pictures
swimming through his mind at that thought weren't entirely
unpleasant. Lu's hand hitting his ass. Whipping Balthazar. Lu fucking
him, while he hung from the ceiling.

He let his hands trail over his body, while he
remembered the way Lu's cock felt in his ass, filling him and sending
bolts of pleasure through his body. His cock was already straining
his pants, desperately begging for attention as he let his clothes
vanish from his body. Too long since he last had a good fuck, since
the one during their torture session couldn't be counted.

He moaned as his hand curled around the base of his hard
cock, while his unoccupied hand trailed lower. Luckily his body was
completely healed now, a fact that was most likely owed to Chas'
fabulous healing abilities. He hadn't really expected scars, but John
was still fascinated by his unmarked skin, where a day before red
patterns had decorated him.

It was strangely erotic to think that Lu had been turned
on by the blood pouring over his body. Hell, if not for the pain he
himself would probably have found it unbelievable hot. Moistening his
fingers with the pre-cum oozing from his slit he let them trail down
to his ass and over the waiting hole that clenched in anticipation.

God, he couldn't remember ever being that desperate for
a fuck before and especially not for being fucked by a specific
person. He dipped the first finger inside, while his other hand sped
the ministrations on his cock. Images of Lucifer swam before his
eyes, of that wicked tongue curling around his hard shaft. Moaning
loudly he added a second finger, drawing himself closer to climax as
more pre-cum slicked the movement of his hand.

So close. So goddamn close. Angling his fingers a bit,
so that they finally brushed over his prostate. The pleasure combined
with the memories of Lucifer pounding into his body was enough to
push him over the edge, a long inarticulate cry escaping his lips as
his cum shot all over his belly.

John kept his eyes closed as he sank back into the seat,
trying to even out his breathing. But he immediately shot into a
sitting position when he heard the soft sound of clapping. Opening
his eyes he was faced with Lucifer, who casually leaned against the
door frame, clapping his hands.

“Very nice, John. Almost as
entertaining as the last show you put on for me.”

TBC...
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