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There isn't much to say
today, except: Thanks to Yersi Fanel for
reviewing and I'll also tell you that there will be two, maybe three,
chapters until the story is finished.

Chapter 22 – Back to work

Quietly fuming in anger
John regarded the spot Lucifer had just vanished from. It pissed him
off to no end that Lu had dared to question his suitability as
second-in-command after everything he had accomplished. He had made a
goddamn angel fall for fuck's sake and Lu had barely even
acknowledged it.

Lighting himself a
cigarette John let clothes appear on his body, determined to prove
the damn asshole how good he was at working for hell. There was no
better incentive to get working than a bruised ego and even if he
didn't admit it, his had taken a severe blow.

Angela and his fucking
family. Yes, he had a plan, had even set it all in motion for Angela,
but lately he had simply not even thought about the detective and the
serial killer he had directed to drive her insane. That had to
change. As if Lucifer was one to talk about failing to do a job. The
only things he did were living in luxury and occasionally indulging
in a bit of torture. If that was all, even a complete idiot could
rule over hell.

Practically growling at
the demons that passed his way John stalked through the palace,
yelling at everyone who didn't cower in fear as soon as they caught
sight of him. Immediately lighting himself another cigarette as soon
as he had finished his first he commanded the demon closest to him to
get him Balthazar.

It didn't take long for
the little shit to return, cowering in front of him. “Balthazar
isn't down, my lord. He can be found at Midnite's.” Stubbing
out his cigarette and not sparing the demon another glance John
vanished from hell, appearing outside of Midnite's club.

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“A snake in a tree.”

His voice sounded bored
as he spoke to the bouncer who immediately stepped out of his way to
let him into the club. The interior was as loud and smoky as always
as he moved through the crowd, enjoying the attention his entry had
gotten him.

It was always great to
be at Midnite's, the fear and awe permeating the air doing wonders
for his bruised ego. At least the little half-breed demon shits knew
that they had to respect him and the angels huddled together in
appropriate fear. Nice.

He had spotted
Balthazar almost immediately after entering the club, but had decided
to let the half-breed wait a little before he approached him. He
could feel that the demon's curiosity was already sparked, since
red-glowing eyes followed his every movement.

Deciding that he had
waited long enough John lit himself a cigarette, striding over to the
half-breed's table. Balthazar was comfortably perched in a corner
booth, Ellie and a young demon half-breed the former exorcist didn't
know perched on his lap. As soon as she caught sight of his approach
Ellie stopped the attention her tongue had laved upon Balthazar's
ear, provocatively turning her body in his direction. Goddamn Slut.

“What can I do for you,
Johnny-Boy? Maybe I can fit you into my schedule, but I'm quite busy
as you can see.”

Ignoring the leer that
had spread over the half-breed's face John quickly flexed his hand,
sending Ellie and the other half-breed flying. “Not anymore,
Bally.” Sitting down in the chair opposite Balthazar the former
exorcist blew a smoke ring in the air before starting to talk.

“You're gonna seduce my
brother's wife.”

Balthazar looked bored
as he focused his gaze on John's face. “Is that all? Every
stupid low class minion could do this for you. This is far to simple
for a demon of my status. But I'm willing to strike a deal.”

Wondering what the
arrogant little shit wanted John contemplated simply jumping over the
table and giving him a good few punches, but in the end his curiosity
won out. “What are you talking about, asshole?”

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John was still grinning to himself as he walked down the street
towards Angela's home. The deal Balthazar had offered him had not
only been absolutely hilarious, but also quite good. It would be a
real pleasure to see the end result and the former exorcist was
eagerly looking forward to fulfilling his part of their agreement.
But for now he had a Detective to kill.

Angela's flat was brightly lit as if she was afraid of the dark.
Considering that she had been stalked by a serial killer for quite
some time now, maybe she even was. Lighting himself a cigarette John
leaned against the wall of her apartment building, focusing his
powers on detecting her presence.

She was at home and she was nervous. Reading her thoughts over the
huge distance separating them wasn't as easy as if they had been in
the same room, but once again the additional powers Lu had given him
from Mammon were proving useful.

The detective's thoughts were a strange mixture of fear and
bravado as she sat in her armchair, a loaded gun lying on the coffee
table beside her. Obviously the killer had done as he had instructed,
following her but never attacking. Good. She was scared, but she had
no idea of whom, which perfectly fitted Constantine's plan.

The former exorcist was certain that had he been in her room the
air would have been thick with the heavy smell of her fear. Just
thinking about it made his demonic side cheer in anticipation. She
was ready.

Looking around John spotted a teenager, sitting on a bench. The
boy was perfect. Innocent, but since he had just run away from home
he was in desperate need of some money and would easily take up the
task John had in mind for him.

His voice and face not betraying anything about the danger that
lay underneath his black suit and white shirt John walked over to the
teen, raising his voice to capture his attention. “Hey, kid.
You look like you could use some money. Want a job?”

The boy tried to make his face look disinterested, but John could
smell the desperation and eagerness underneath. He could have
demanded anything and the teen would have complied with his wishes.
His voice was bored as he answered, but not bored enough to hide the
small tinge of hope it held. “Maybe. What do you want?”

And hooked. Suppressing the smug grin that threatened to spread
out over his features and keeping the demonic glint out of his eyes
John answered. “I want to play a joke on a friend of mine, but
she would recognize me. A hundred dollars if you do it.”

This was going to be so much fun. For a short moment John debated
calling Lu and having him join in, since he was pretty certain that
the Devil would be just as amused as he was at the moment. But then
again Lu could play with Angela when she was down in hell and he was
through with her. He was doing all the work, so it was merely just if
he was also the one having all the fun.

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Angela suddenly looked up from the book she had started to read.
There hadn't been a noise or something to alert her, but she simply
knew that something wasn't right. Putting the book down on the end
table the detective grabbed her weapon, carefully sliding down from
the armchair.

She was crouched low on the ground as she crawled over to the
window, just to make sure that nobody saw her move. Finally reaching
her goal she peered over the window sill, seeing nothing but darkness
outside.

Maybe she had been wrong and there was really nothing there, but
she doubted it. Ever since she had been assigned to the case of
occultist killings somebody was stalking her and she had even
occasionally caught glances of him. It had to be the killer, it
simply had to be. Nobody else had a reason to stalk her and if it
were a half-breed she would have recognized the aura.

Angela was about to move away from the window as she saw a small
movement in one of the shadows. Somebody was hiding there. She was
unawares of the sweat appearing on her forehead or the fact that her
grip had tightened on the weapon as she stared at the place she had
seen somebody stir.

There. He moved again, coming a little closer to her building. She
hadn't been able to see his face, but he was clad in a blood-red
robe. Now there was no doubt that this was her occultist killer,
since all of his victims had had their hands and feet tied together
with strips of a blood-red fabric.

Angela stayed by the window until the killer finally approached
the door, silently slipping into the apartment complex. So close.
Maybe it would be the best idea to simply call reinforcements, but
she wanted to bring him down all by himself. After her sister's
suicide everyone had been looking at her with pity and she was
hell-bent on showing that she was just as good, if not a better
detective than them. She would catch this killer and have their
respect.

As somebody started to open the lock on her door she hid herself
behind the armchair, the shadows in the room giving her enough cover.
Her finger was tense on the trigger of her gun as the door slowly
swung open and a red-clad figure stepped through.

She would have imagined the killer to be larger and bulkier, but
the red robe and the skull mask he wore was enough to convince her
completely. He made strange noises as he entered the door, a candle
in one hand and a knife in the other. A knife that was dripping with
blood and if the room hadn't been dark she would have seen the red
stains it left on her beige carpet.

“I have come to get you, Angela. This is the night you die.”

His voice pierced the darkness of the apartment like a bolt of
lightning pierces a thunder storm. Immediately jumping out of her
hiding place Angela told him to drop the knife, but before he had
even had time to react she had already pulled the trigger of her gun.

The shot was even louder than his voice, echoing in the small
apartment. Angela saw a dark red patch spread out over his heart as
the killer crumbled to the ground, dropping the candle while his mask
slid off his face.

The scream falling from Angela's lips as she saw the features
illuminated by the tiny, flickering flame was loud enough to even be
heard by John, who calmly stood outside of the building, smoking a
cigarette as an evil smile spread over his face.

TBC...
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