Birthright (A Constantine Fanfic)

Welcome Home Raven

"Wake up Raven."

I opened my eyes, waking up to my father Lucifer's voice inside my head.

"Come to me, we need to have a little chat."

"But I'm tired," I whispered in a whiney kid voice.

"Now Raven, you will be back to sleep in no time at all. You know what to do, your newly found feline...Salem was it?"

I knew what he was talking about. I found Salem in the living room.

"Hey boy, let me hold you for a minute."

I picked him up and gazed into his eyes like John did, and before I knew it, I was in Hell. It looked like a never ending firestorm in the sky. Abandoned cars parked all over the place. Before I could look around more, demons started crawling towards me.

"Stop it right there!"

They did.

"Where's your master?"

Then, I was teleported against my will to a room, it was just like my room but it was Hell outside of the window. Lucifer was standing in the doorway. He was bald with a bit of gray hair wearing white suit.

"Welcome home Raven."

"What have you done to my room!?"

"Nothing, this is an alternate version of your bedroom, the one in John's apartment is still there. And that's no way to greet your father Raven."

"Hello Father," I said in a childlike British accent.

He chuckled and took a few steps forward.

"Facetiousness, I like that about you. Two things we should discuss, number one, father-daughter bonding. So, over a month sober from drugs, congratulations. I do apologize for the demon the other day, it was a test...and you passed with flying colors. Your friend John Constantine kept you under his wing since he figured out you had powers, and you were messed up from the drugs. Any adult can figure out signs of an addict, John, being sort of an addict himself. Substances is a common form of coping mechanism, stress, trauma. You were kicked out, out of the blue, on the streets of LA, nowhere to go, no one to turn to but Snake. What kind of a name is Snake, unless it was a given nickname. He snorted like a vacuum during spring cleaning."

"Cocaine was his drug of choice, unsweetened powdered sugar. Mine was heroin, tying a shoelace around my upper arm, shooting up. I'm gonna miss those times, euphoric but deadly times. Now, I'm an exorcist in training, if it weren't for Snake persuading me to go talk to John at the bar, I wouldn't have had a stronger control of my powers. John is the best mentor I ever had...and he's like a father."

"And what does that make me?...Don't answer that, I may be your biological father but we only just met face to face."

"The ones who actually raised me are considered my parents, you may be my biological father but that doesn't make you my parent."

"I understand...but that's why I called you here, to make things right, bond...connect...anything it takes for you to like me."

"I don't have to like you and you can't force me for your personal gain."

"What makes you think I'm going to bond with you for my personal gain?"

"I'm eighteen, old enough to join you, Mom told me. She violated the deal remember?"

"You're very smart, you are your father's daughter after all," he chuckled.

"Yep, so you should stop grooming me like a dog to join you."

"Grooming, you are my daughter, I'm no pedophile."

"You're the Devil, the most evil person of all time, next to Hitler. I know what you're trying to do."

I wanted to leave, in the nick of time, he charged at me and started choking me. I knew my eyes were red because Lucifer was laughing.

"That's my girl Raven, let your true self come out!"

I placed a hand on his arm, he let go because his suit sleeve was burned from my pyrokinesis.

"Now that was uncalled for young lady, I've had that suit since 1958."

I was levitated up, suddenly getting slammed all over the place, after a minute, he put me down. I felt sore all over.

"Let your bruises all over your poor sore body teach you not to mess with me. Now go back to your real room and think about what you've done!"

Before I could say "fuck you Dad," I was back in John's living room, Salem was licking my hand that was hunched down. I had large bruises on my arms, my head was hurting too. I felt the side of my head, there was blood.