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( open post. ) v. 3
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He's not even sure how to take Lucifer's words. It's so surreal for him right now, sitting in Luci's posh over the top club, drinking whiskey he couldn't afford on his own, listening to words that might be comforting from someone else. And John feels like he's been tossed into some sort of messed up alternate reality.
He doesn't even know what to think about Lucifer at all now. Besides not to trust him, but maybe just once it's worth it to behave himself for a short time. Besides, he's getting good whiskey out of it and if nothing else Lucifer isn't particularly happy with the news that he's given him.
Maybe that'll get something rolling if nothing else.
But when Lucifer brings up that Manny can shift who holds John's soul, John responds with the same level of shock as if he'd been slapped in the face.] You've got to be shitting me. The bloody piece of-[The rest of the contents of the glass goes into his mouth and throat in one go, John is infuriated entirely. John wants to know how far back this goes. Angels have a lot of lifespan for a scheme like this, and there's plenty of time to work every angle.] How long do you think he's been playing at this? [John doesn't want to think of how much sway Manny might have had in things. But he has a feeling that they're going to get the answers soon.] Guess we'll find out. Welcome to air Constantine, sorry mate, you've got no choice in the tickets. You get what you get. And with me it's always a rough ride.
[He's seething and shaking with anger, jaw clenched tight, and it's in these moments that he usually makes his worst choices. But he's already in too deep, damned and furious about being played. Even if it was his choice to be taken in, the dream of a life that didn't end for him straight into the proverbial fiery lake was too good to let go of. And it's all being spurred on by red eyed glory, fear and excitement twisting and heating inside of him in response.]
Oh, I'm good for it. If nothing else, I'm always up for a little magic. [He hasn't made a good portal in a while, not ones for personal use anyway. But he manages with the same intensity as all of his spells, they're physical and spiritual for him, and he forms the portal with the expected forcefulness. Magic bends to John Constantine, and this is some of his finest work.
It's beautiful. Golden, glorious, and open right in front of Lucifer. Damn whoever else might see it. They've got shit to do, and if they're in the devil's sodding nightclub they might as well see a little hellishness, not that there's too many this far back.] After you.
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Breaking him in new and horrifying ways each time. A loop on a never-ending repeat. One that John won't be able to escape.
If John feels particularly slapped. Then Lucifer feels as if there's been an attempt at a backhand. The cheek of it all. The unmitigated gall. ]
Considering the fact that I've only been out of Hell for a small amount of time by your standards---five years? Actively, at least. He might've had the idea from the last time I skipped out of my duties in Hell and put a plan into action were I to ever abscond again. [ A scoff. ] I have to admit I'm reluctantly impressed.
[ Lucifer rarely shows magic off as predominantly as all this. But he's beyond caring about the lecture he's sure to receive from Amenadiel. There are things to deal with and his brother should bloody well understand. There's an almost flavor to John's magic.
A heavy way it lingers on the tongue and in the air around him. Intoxicating in its own way. He steps through the portal and once it closes behind him, shakes off the sensation fairly easily afterward. Dark eyes flick around them, wooded area, the humidity is high a bit of celestial feelers out and---
The laugh that escapes him is entirely too amused for the situation at hand. ] So, the Devil finally does come down to Georgia!
[ His teeth set on edge. Bared like an animal's. ]
Oh, Manny! Be a good little brother and skulk your way out of the spirit realm to face me properly.
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Fuck this. Fuck Manny and his bullshit. Fuck hell. Fuck every goddamned aspect of this mess. Fuck his own shitty choices more than anything else but what was he supposed to do to change things so many of those times?
He needs to pull himself together. He tries to take in the scent and air around him, to think of the reason they're there, think of what little revenge he might be able to get if this goes well. It doesn't help, his attempts to calm himself are worthless now. He just can't.
Not on his own, anyway. So he grits his teeth, and makes himself look at Lucifer for a moment. The man is not someone John favors one bit, but he's there, and they have a common goal in the moment. So there's some strength and focus to be gleaned just from that. And he's finally able to take a breath. He's not alone and that helps.
Fancy that, using Satan himself to call down. How the might have fallen, truly.]
Do you really think he'll come out to face you? I don't think he's got it in him. [John thinks he might, actually. But if he's really that far gone, it won't be directly. No, he'll be looking for an opening, a way to turn the knife before either of them have the chance to. That's what John would do, anyway. But he doesn't really know Manny at all. So who knows how this will proceed.] We could always force his hand a little.
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If he knows what's good for him he will. I'll drag him out of the spirit realm by his feathers if I have to.
[ There's a shift in the air pressure. Magic. Like someone is considering. Consider faster, brother. ]
What're you thinking of doing?