REVELATION
Based on the movie "Constantine"

The next chapter. I know not a lot has been happening and this chapter will probably been even more confusing. I do promise that it will all get clearer as I continue to write and I hope that someone out there likes this. If not let me know what you think anyway, I would love to have any opinions because I do want to improve. Also I've done a little bit of research for this one about the two new characters that I have introduced. If anyone knows any helpful websites where I can do some more religious research please let me know as well. It would be very helpful.

Please tell me what you think. Again I don't own anything to do with Constantine (unfortunately), but I do kinda own the two new characters, well this portrayal of them anyway.

Happy Reading.

Gem

xxx

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Chapter 2: Forewarning.

John cleared his throat as he stepped up to the giant, unlit fireplace, disturbing the man that was standing staring into it's coal-black depths. He turned to glance over his shoulder, taking in John's form behind him and then turned back to the empty grate, clasping his hands behind his back.

"Hello, John." he murmured.

"Evening, Father." John responded, a falsely cheerful tone to his voice. "I take it you already know the reasons why I'm here?"

Father David sniffed and rubbed at his large nose once with the back of his fingers. It took him a few seconds to reply to John's question but he did eventually with a brief, curt nod of his balding head.

"Good." John grunted, taking a seat in one of the plush, red leather armchairs that flanked the mantelpiece, lifting one leg so that his ankle rested atop his other knee.

"Do you want to speak with them?" the pastor asked after another slightly awkward pause, though he still remained unwilling to turn about and face the man sat a few feet behind him.

"They're here?" John asked, a little incredulity creeping into his words.

The clergy man nodded again, as sharply as before and John gave a low whistle as if he was impressed.

"Somebody's really sending out the big guns, huh, Father?" John chuckled, watching closely as the pastor shifted from foot to foot nervously. "Yeah, I'll speak to 'em, Father. Don't know if I'll be civil but-" he gave an exaggerated sigh and shrug of his shoulders though he knew that Father David couldn't see him.

"But you are always civil, aren't you John…" the sarcasm that rang within the soft, mellifluous voice behind them made John roll his eyes and suppress a grimace as he clenched his hands a little tighter on the arms of his chair. He composed his features again before daring to turn and glance over his shoulder at the two beings that were making their way down the sliver of crimson carpet with great leisurely, graceful strides.

The shorter of the two, though he was still tall by human standards, tugged at his pale green suit sleeves. His shoulder length auburn hair was pulled to the nape of his neck and fixed firmly there with a ribbon of the same colour as his suit. He offered John a smirk that could well have been a grimace much the same as the one that John himself had swallowed down seconds earlier, and he stopped a foot or so behind his companion's lean left shoulder.

The other stood tall, head held at a regal angle allowing white-blonde locks to cascade over his shoulders and down his back, perfectly framing his delicate, porcelain features. Cornflower blue eyes shone out from the paleness of his angular face, dark pupils flashing briefly the shade of pearls as he considered John's semi-recumbent form. He too twitched his fingers at the sleeves of his suit, though it's colour resembled that of the sky hemmed with starting gold thread at the sleeves, lapels and ankles.

"Mikey, Raph." John snorted in scornful greeting, moving to stand. "Howdy boys. I see your dress sense hasn't improved much."

"No, no, Johnny-boy. Don't get up on our account." the auburn haired, green clad angel said, smirk still curving his thin lips skyward, and ignoring Constantine's derisive comment about their attire. His voice was deeper than that of the firsts, rumbling within his chest and reverberating through the warm, musty air. "We're simply here on family business."

John loosed a soundless snigger, drawing the eyes of all three beings with him in the room to him directly.

"Ah, yes. I was terribly sorry that your little trio was so suddenly reduced to a duo. How is old Stumpy coping with mortality?" he taunted and the green suited man darted forwards, teeth clenched and emerald eyes blazing with fury at John's amused sneer.

"Now, now, Raphael." his angelic companion chided, moving an arm to block his path and stopping him short. "Can you not see that our dear John here is simply trying to bait you into action?" he raised a pale golden eyebrow and Raphael nodded his head though he continued to grit his jaw together.

"Aw, Mikey. You spoil all my fun." John faked a sullen tone, snapping his fingers and shaking his head for added mockery.

"Indeed." the blue clad angel replied smoothly, his voice floating and flutelike as he brushed an imaginary spec of dust from his shoulder. "It has been such a long time, hasn't it John, since we last met? And what is it now, your third chance at life? Getting careless are we, Johnny-boy?"

"You know me, Mike." John shrugged nonchalantly. "I always swing on the third pitch."

"Yes," Michael cleared his throat as he spoke. "Yes, I do know you, John. And I know that this one, this time around, is your last." his startling eyes, so blue that they almost glowed purple, bored into John's deep brown ones. "Make it count."

"I will." John replied returning the archangel's stare with one of his own that was similarly as intense.

"Very well, I'll say no more on the matter." Michael announced, his attention suddenly drawn to the small golden crucifixes that were his cufflinks. He brushed his thumb over one, pulling it, tempting it into the correct position before taking a deep breath. "I would, however, like to push the matter of the fate of our dear Gabriel."

"Ah, yes." John murmured with something akin to a small but gloating grin spreading across his features. "I did see Gabe not so long ago, actually. You may find someone like Papa Midnite more able to help you in finding Gabe. You see, I couldn't give shit what happened to the half-breed!"

Thunder growled overhead in protest of the blasphemous word uttered in a house of God and both Michael and Raphael glanced at each other before returning their disapproving stares to John.

"Alright, alright!" he sighed, raising his hands in defeat and shooting a furtive glance at the vaulted ceiling also. "Holy shit. I couldn't give a holy shit."

"Funny, Constantine." Raphael ground out between his teeth, folding arms across his slim chest. "Just tell us where to find him."

John stood slowly, taking his time at stretching the kinks out of his back and neck just to make the two angels wait a little longer. Michael seemed to have guessed his game and simply watched him with mild curiosity whereas Raphael shifted impatiently where he stood beside his fellow angel.

"Alright, alright." John chuckled, amused at the results of his little game. He held his hands, palms towards Michael in a gesture of surrender. "I last saw him skulking around with a couple of half-breeds in Midnite's bar. Probably trying to find a way to wheedle his way back into Heaven." he snorted the last comment out in scornful distaste, reminded of Gabriel's attempt at goading John into murdering him, just so that he could regain his wings, so to speak. "Like I said, you'd be better off asking Midnite yourselves."

Michael nodded his thanks stiffly to John though Raphael looked less than impressed at the information.

"Thank you, John. Helpful as ever." Michael allowed his silvery voice to carry a hint of the sarcasm that was so commonly heard coming from the dark haired man stood before him.

"Don't get used to it." John countered. "I only do things when they benefit me."

"And how, pray tell, does this, you helping us, benefit you, hmm?" Michael's white-blonde eyebrows arched upwards, widening his almond shaped sapphire eyes. There was a knowing glint deep within their glowing depths, as if Michael knew the exact reason that John had been so willing to aid them in their search for their shamed brother. John didn't doubt that he did, actually, know the reason for his cooperation.

"Come on, Mikey, you gonna make me ask?" John queried, spreading his arms slightly and inviting the archangels to look at him.

Michael smirked, running a long fingered, delicate hand over his jaw as if contemplating his next play of words.

"They are fine, John. You always knew they would be anyway. Both Beeman and Chas gave their lives for another, perhaps not so directly, but they gave their lives for a greater cause, willingly, nonetheless." he studied John's reaction closely, watching as the tense shoulders of the grim, sardonic man relaxed, ever so slightly, as a held breath was released with relief.

"Good." he murmured after a long pause of basking in the glorious knowledge that his friends had found their way home. "Tell them I said 'hello', will you?"

Michael inclined his golden head and Raphael shuffled again, uncomfortably at his side.

"With that we shall take our leave. Father, John." Michael spun gracefully on his heel, followed instantly by Raphael who shot a final, shimmering glare at Constantine. They two strode down the stationary, crimson river towards the exit but, quite suddenly and unexpectedly, Michael stopped mid-stride, glancing over his shoulder briefly. "Oh, yes, John, before I forget," he cleared his throat, studying the many rows of religious literature and research as he spoke, feigning nonchalance. "Just a little word of warning: Something is coming. Be wary of a woman in red and purple."

John's dark eyebrows drew together in a concerned frown, his eyes boring into the retreating blue and green clad backs of the two archangels.

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