Narrator pov
February 12th, 11:22 PM
Rachel, Constantine, and Lia were taken to the priest's church
Hemun: my great-grandfather took this church for himself centuries ago
Rachel: demons can have families?
Hemun: yes some of us can. Demons who retain a more humanoid form keep their genitals
Rachel: ew
Lia: tell me about it
Lia walked in front of Rachel, the first spider who looked around the church analyzing it. Constantine walked a far distance behind them
John: where is your lord?
Hemun: I serve no lord
The priest answered John, reached into his pocket pulling out a pack of cigarettes he grabbed one, and placed it in his mouth.
John: I could always give Ezekiel a call
Hemun reached the alter and dropped the facade
Hemun: my master is closer than you think
Right on cue, behind the demon priest the crucifix decoration with a goat man bound to it. The goat's head started moving, its eyes glowing red
???: Who summons me?
John: who are you demon?
???: you dare!!! A mortal dares speak to me that way
The goat's head thrashed around in anger
Hemun: lord Baphomet, I've brought Mr. Constantine to you
The goat man revealed as the demon Baphomet calmed himself at the mention of John's last name
The church contorted and every glass panel turned blood red.
The goat man on the crucifix stopped moving and its chest started to bubble as a sign of temperature rising from its chest came the demon.
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Rachel stepped back at the sight of the easily over 9-foot-tall demon, Lia sneered, and John only kept his eyes trained on the demon
Baphomet: Johnny my boy how's the wife and kids?
John snapped his finger igniting the end of his cigarette
John: Long gone
Baphomet: *chuckle* how's the soul?
John: still absent
The demon scanned the room his eyes landing on Rachel
Baphomet: who is the lady
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