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Title: New breed of
evil

Author: darkangel985

Pairing: mostly Lu/John, other pairings may appear
later

Disclaimer: None of the characters in the following
story are mine. I don't intend any copyright infringement and I don't
make money of this.

Warnings:
Evil!John, so don't expect him to save the world or anything like it.
The story will also contain very dark elements like murder and
torture, but I will put an extra warning on those chapters.

Feedback:
Would be very much appreciated.

A/N: This is
for Morningstar, Marie and Loki, who asked me for a sequel to “An
irresistible offer”. The title was taken from the great song “A
new breed of evil” by the German band
“Farmer Boys”. The song bears no resemblance to the fic,
but I think that the title is very fitting. If anyone has
suggestions, what kind of mischief John
could come up with, feel free to tell me. I will try to work it into
my storyline.

Chapter 1
– Adjusting

John slowly came awake, to find himself in an
unfamiliar bed. Not recognizing his surroundings, he wondered where
he was. And why the hell were his wrists itching like mad and his ass
sore? As soon as he opened his eyes it all came back to him. The
spear of destiny, Lucifer, their trip to hell, the amazing sex and
his decision. He was really in hell.

“So you are finally awake.”

Lucifer had just arrived, dressed in a white fluffy
bathrobe. Getting onto the bed, he crawled towards John and straddled
his hips, like he had done the night before. John felt like he was
some kind of Pavlovian dog, because his
dick immediately reacted to Lu's presence.
It was amazing what one incredible fuck could do to you.

Eagerly responding to Lu's kiss, he tangled their
tongues together. The taste of sulfur and fire was still there, but
it was less sharp and irritating to his taste
buds. He tried to slip his hands under Lu's robe, demanding
more skin-on-skin contact.

“Not now, John. We have so much to do today.”
Giving John's dick a single teasing stroke through the blanket,
Lucifer grinned and left the bed.

“Hey, you can't leave me like that, asshole.”
He would have ranted on, but Lu simply turned his back on him and
walked over to a nearby table. Cursing John got up from the bed and
started looking for his clothes. The only thing he could find was a
fluffy robe, similar to the one Lucifer was wearing. “Where the
fuck are my clothes? I'm not gonna wear this and look like a ball of
cotton.”

Lucifer dismissively waved
his hand and the fluffy robe turned into a
smooth silk one. “Thanks a lot.”
Grinning broadly, Lucifer watched as John dressed in the robe. Most
people would have long been ripped to shreds for the disrespect shown
during the last minutes. On the other hand most people would have
never dared to do so in the first place. John, really was one of a
kind. Definitely great potential for amusing him.

When John walked over to the table, Lu offered him a
pack of cigarettes, which he gratefully took. That was another perk
of his new hellish existence. No lung chancer. Lighting up his
cigarette, he inhaled deeply, wondering what Lu had planned next.

Suddenly a man entered the room, carrying a tray loaded
with the largest amount of food John had seen in a while. Considering
the usual state of his fridge, that wasn't such a hard thing to
achieve, but it was impressive none the
less. The servant somehow seemed familiar, but John wasn't able to
place him.

Seeing his curious gaze, Lucifer answered, before he
could voice the question. “Adolf has been a faithful
servant for a couple of years.”

Now the pieces finally made sense in his head. Adolf
Hitler. One of the worst demagogues in
human history. It figured, that he now carried Lucifer's breakfast
tray. And his own. Laughing at the hilarity of the situation, John
stubbed out his cigarette and tried his fried eggs. They were good,
although they tasted slightly of sulfur, as it seemed to be the case
with everything in hell.

“So, what are you going to do with me now, that
you have me here?”

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Lucifer didn't answer the question, until he had
finished his breakfast. “I'll show you around and then I leave
you to whatever games you want to play. Unless of course I need you
for something.” While he said that, his foot crept up John's
leg, clarifying his meaning.

“Whatever I want, huh?”

John knew, that he had a darker, crueler
side, but up till now, he had always kept
it under tight wraps. That wouldn't be necessary anymore and he could
think of a number of people, that had messed up his life and deserved
a little suffering in return. Getting up from the table, he asked Lu:
“What are you waiting for? I'm finished.”

With a quick hand gesture, Lu was dressed in an
immaculate white suit once again. “Get dressed, John.”

Really funny. How was he supposed to get dressed, when
his clothes were nowhere to be found. “Funny Lu! Where are my
clothes?”

“Use the powers I gave you. Shouldn't be to hard
to get dressed.” Staring at Lucifer's smirking face, John tried
to find out how to do it. He felt incredibly stupid, waving his hand
in the air, but as soon as he thought about his customary clothing,
it appeared on his body. This was definitely another plus to
existence in hell. Putting a new cigarette between his lips, he waved
at it to light it up. But instead of just lighting the tip, it
completely burst into flames.

“Damn it.” He definitely needed some
practice with that. Hearing a low chuckle from the vicinity of the
door, he looked up to see Lucifer casually leaning against the door
frame, trying to contain his laughter. Smug asshole.

“Nice, John. But we have to go now.”

John following behind Lucifer, they walked through the palace.
Every room and hallway was richly adorned, trying to appeal to every
one of his senses. Occasionally, they passed demons, who immediately
sank to their knees, when they approached. John felt great. He had
always wanted the little demon shits to kneel at his feet and having
it come true felt incredible for his ego. Not that he needed it
anyways.

Some of the faces seemed familiar to him, like he had seen them in
history books or something. When they exited the palace and came into
a lush garden, Constantine held his breath. He would never have
expected to find any plants in hell. The multitude, that now
stretched before him was simply unbelievable.

He felt Lu's arms slide around his waist and his tongue dip into
his ear, before the Devil spoke: “The minions can have all the
chaos and destruction they like, but beauty is reserved for me
alone.” After lightly nipping on John's earlobe, he let go of
the former exorcist's body.

When they walked towards the exit of the garden, John could see
two gardeners, tending to the flowers. He recognized one of them as
Napoleon and the other as Nero. “Do you keep every madman or
mass-murderer, that ever lived as your personal servant?”

“No. Only those, who have rendered me a great service by
corrupting many innocent lives. We have wasted so much time already,
we'll have to take the short tour of hell. I have some important
tortures scheduled, that I can't miss.”

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Sometime, that seemed like an eternity to John, later, they had
finally seen every part of hell. The pits where the damned were
tortured, the pits where the demons were tortured and every other
horrible place in hell. After listening to them for a while,
Constantine had already learned to simply ignore the cries of pain
echoing around him. Knowing, that the horrors surrounding him
couldn't harm him, made them a lot less terrifying. Currently Lucifer
was watching a young man being tortured by two demons, a small smile
playing over his lips.

“Give them a command, John. They will obey you.”

“Um...stop?” It was a dumb command, he knew it to be,
but the demons immediately stopped what they were doing and waited
for more orders. Fascinating. So he really could do whatever he
wanted to those little shits.

“John, John, John. We'll have to work on that.”
Lucifer turned around to the demons and told them to continue. “We
still have time for a quick visit to earth plane, before I have to
tend to some important matters. Come on.”

Lucifer grabbed John's hand and suddenly,
they were standing in the middle of a busy cafe. The people around
them were frozen, so they walked to a booth in a darker corner of the
cafe, completely undisturbed. Seemingly in a joking mood, Lucifer
pulled out a chair, so that the frozen waitress would stumble over
it, when she started moving again. He also took two steaming mugs of
coffee from the counter and put them on the table in front of them,
when they sat down.

As soon as they sat in their booth, everybody around them started
moving again. The waitress stumbled over the chair, spilling scalding
hot coffee over two of her customers, who shrieked in pain and
outrage. Lucifer grinned gleefully and even John couldn't keep a
smile from his face. He had always tried to keep to human morals and
mostly refrained from laughing in other people's expense. But now he
was free from those human expectations and could enjoy the wicked
glee he felt.

While he was still watching the happenings in the cafe, Lucifer
had started shoveling spoonfuls of sugar
into his coffee. No wonder he was such a hyperactive kid. The amount
of sugar he put in his coffee, would send
him on a sugar high, that would last the next millennium.

Then he quickly gulped it down and stood up from the table. “Where
are you going?”

“It's time for my important appointment. You will have to go
entertain yourself, make some use of your powers. If you want to go
back to hell, simply concentrate on it and you'll be there. I will
see you later.” A quick lick to John's ear and he was gone.

So what the hell was he gonna do now? Thinking back, he remembered
all those people, who had made his life hell. Maybe it was time to
give a little bit of hell back to them. Or rather a lot. It felt
good, to let his darker side out to play. Downing his cup of coffee,
he lit a cigarette and left the small cafe, an smirk firmly fixed on
his face.

TBC...
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