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Fading into the light	By : darkangel985 Category: 1 through F > Constantine Views: 9775 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Warning: From now on,
this fic will contain mpreg.

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Chapter 3 – Lu's joke

“JOHNNY-BOY.”

Shit. He hadn't seen
the exorcist in over four months and these dreams were becoming a
nightly occurrence lately. Smelling slight traces of sulfur in the
air, Balthazar sighed. It was pathetic really. He was constantly
thinking of the exorcist, as if he was a lovestruck teenager. And
that was definitely total bullshit. Demons didn't fall in love.

He could have admitted
to himself, that he missed Johnny-Boy, but he was just as good at
lying to himself as he was at lying to others. Maybe even better. For
the last four months, he had tried to fuck the obsession with the
exorcist out of his body. But he had to admit, that in comparison
these fucks were boring him to death. Damn Constantine. He couldn't
even enjoy the submission of his bed partners anymore.

He'd always thought,
that it was humiliating for them to be dominated by somebody. But
having finally gotten a taste of his own medicine, he had come to the
conclusion, that he rather liked it. But a demon didn't submit to
lesser demons or humans, for that matter. Did Johnny even count as an
average human? Maybe not.

Balthazar was pulled
out of his reverie by the strong urge to throw up. Stumbling into his
bathroom, he bent over and vomited, heavy shudders raking his body.
Maybe this was the punishment Lucifer had spoken about, since his
demonic powers had returned after the incident in the alley. It had
to be, because demons never got sick. Never in a million years.

Rinsing his mouth,
Balthazar took a glance at the mirror, noting that he looked like
shit. Deep shadows under his eyes, usually slicked back hair standing
up in all directions, sleep lines decorating his cheek. His stomach
still felt queasy. Maybe a little chat with Midnite was in order. He
had rarely been at the club lately, because of his work. Stupid
humans. Completely incapable of doing business without him and taking
up all of his time.

Time he could have
spend taunting Johnny-Boy. But his favorite exorcist hadn't been at
Midnite's whenever he was there, so Balthazar hadn't indulged in his
sport of choice in four months. Maybe another visit to Midnite's
would solve his current problems.

He was confident, that
the voodoo priest could find the source of his troubles. The vomiting
definitely needed to stop. He'd be the fucking laughing stock of the
entire L.A. Demon community if that ever leaked out. And nobody
laughed about Balthazar. At least nobody did it more than once. Ok,
nobody whose name wasn't John Constantine.

But before heading out
he definitely needed his shower. Anything less than looking his shiny
best just wouldn't do. He had a reputation to keep, after all. And
nobody became the most desired body in the demon community without
taking an effort. Smiling winningly at his reflection, Balthazar
smoothed his hair back, before heading into his shower.

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Stepping out of his
apartment, Balthazar made his way over to his car. What the hell?
Three lesser half-breed demons were standing around, touching his
favorite car. They clearly were insane as nobody got away with
touching his property. He thought about outright killing them, but
then his curiosity won out. Coughing to get their attention, he
stepped up to them.

“What exactly do you think you
are doing? I ought to just kill you for that.”

“Shut up, exorcist bitch. We
don't take commands from somebody who submits to a human.”

Fuck. How did they know
about that? They couldn't know about that. It had to be some sort of
bluff, although he had to admit that would be an extremely bold and
lucky move, especially for demons of their rank. Not letting his
puzzlement and shock show in his cool exterior, Balthazar answered
them:” How dare you insult me like that...”

But the other cut him
off: “We can smell him all over you. You reek of human and
weakness.”

Ah, so that was what
they wanted. Challenge him for his rank. Idiots. But the fact that
they supposedly could smell Johnny on him still puzzled him. There
was no way his smell could have lasted that long. Before he could
answer the other demon, they were already attacking him.

“You are an insult to the
whole demon community. Pregnant by that exorcist, everybody hates.”

WHAT? ARE THEY INSANE?
Balthazar was so shocked, he didn't even fight back for a couple of
seconds. That just couldn't be. He was a male demon for hell's sake.
And no matter how different he was from human beings, the simple laws
of reproduction still applied. So males couldn't get pregnant and
half-breeds didn't get pregnant by humans. Right? He really needed to
talk to Midnite. Using his full demonic strength he easily threw the
three demons off his body.

While they were still
trying to pick themselves off the ground, Balthazar jumped into his
car. Shooting out of his drive, he ran two of them down as they tried
to get to him. The third one fortunately showed some sense and ran
away. Driving at full speed he went to Midnite's.

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Entering the club
through a small back door, few people knew about, Balthazar managed
to avoid the busy parts of the club. Remaining unseen, he entered
Midnite's room through a side door. The voodoo priest was alone.
Good.

“Balthazar. I wondered when
you would come by. I heard a lot of rumors lately.”

“I need your help. Or rather I
need you to check something for me.”

He sat down on the
chair opposite the voodoo priest. His stomach was feeling somewhat
queasy again, so he absently rubbed his hands over it. He had already
opened his mouth to ask his question, when Midnite lifted his hand
and motioned him to be quiet. Closing his eyes, the priest let both
of his hands swirl through the air, like he was searching something.
Seemingly having found, what he'd been looking for, he opened his
eyes again.

“So...you've been sick in the
mornings?”

“Yes.”

“You've gained a little
weight?”

“What? No, I haven't.”
That wasn't exactly the truth, but he would cut out his own tongue,
before admitting that he had gained weight. Even if it was only a
little bit. But Midnite's knowing smile told him, that he knew it
anyway.

“There are rumors, that you
had a little tryst with John. And those aren't flattering rumors for
a demon of your standing.”

He had the sudden urge
to wipe the knowing grin from Midnite's face. “Yes. But
whatever bullshit they tell isn't true.” Besides what had his
being fucked into the wall by Johnny-boy to do with his current
sickness? The words the other demon had spoken rang in the back of
his head. But that idea was completely hilarious.

“Count two and two together
and you know what's wrong with you.”

“Stop speaking in fucking
riddles, Midnite. Just tell me already.” Balthazar was really
getting impatient now.

“I know how that sounds, but
I'd say, that you are pregnant.”

Jumping up from his
chair, Balthazar started screaming at him: “Has everyone
suddenly gone insane? I'm male, goddammit.”

Midnite paid no
attention to the demon pacing and cursing in his room and simply told
him: “Maybe you could concentrate your powers on your own body
and look for yourself.”

Heeding the good
advice, Balthazar focused his powers inward, checking for anything to
be off. He could have thought of that himself. And then there it was.
A small change in his aura. It was still very similar to his own, but
if he looked closer at it, it also matched the aura he felt when John
was close. Oh, shit. The damn voodoo priest had been right. That
still didn't explain how this was possible. And then it hit him: the
punishment.

So this was Lucifer's
sick idea of a joke it seemed. But he'd fix it. Couldn't be that hard
to get rid of the thing inside of him. And Johnny-boy didn't even
have to know about it. He would probably deport him right back to
hell, if he found out that Balthazar was pregnant. Definitely not a
chance, he was willing to take.

Before he could storm
out of the door, Midnite asked: “Where are you going?”

“Getting rid of it.”,
and with these words, he was out of the door.

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He hadn't even reached
his car, when the demons from before attacked him. He should have
sensed them, but he didn't, so they easily took him by surprise. He
tried to throw them off, but it simply didn't work. Damn it. This was
not a good time for his powers to be gone.

TBC...
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