The weather in New York was usually stable, but occasionally, something strange would happen.
For example, the sun was shining brightly during the day, but it started to rain at night. In less than five minutes, it became a downpour. It was simply unthinkable.
"What the f * ck is this weather?!"
Constantine got out of the taxi and pointed his middle finger at the sky. Then, he walked towards the cathedral in the rain.
St. John's Cathedral was one of the first churches built in America. It was the home of Catholicism in New York. After more than 200 years of construction, the place, which originally had only one prayer room, had become one of the largest churches in America. Uh, it sounded familiar, didn't it? Yes, the construction process of St. Michael's Cathedral in Houston was almost exactly the same.
That place was now completely destroyed. The burning of Devil's Flame and Hellfire had changed the atmosphere there. Anything could be done there except for the construction of a church. It would reject anything related to the mystical realm. In other words, that place was completely destroyed.
Bang!
The heavy mahogany door was pushed open by Constantine. He walked into the church with his whole body wet. However, he was stopped by a priest in black. He looked very young, but he was dressed very maturely. He exuded a dignified aura and spoke politely, making it easy for people to accept him.
"Mr. Constantine, your coat …"
Constantine glanced at his clothes, which were still dripping water from his sleeves, and then looked at the priest. He took a deep breath and made a strange gesture with his fingers. The temperature on the surface of his body rose rapidly, and soon his clothes were dry. He reached out and rudely pushed the priest away.
"Don't worry, angel. I'll only be here for a short time. And … you know who I'm here to see! So, don't stop me … "
After that, he strode into the depths of the church, which was surrounded by thousands of candles. At this time of the day, there were very few people who came to pray. The whole church was empty. At the front of the red carpet, there were three sofas and a quaint fireplace. There was a blazing fire inside, which brought some warmth to the church at this cold time.
As the firelight shone, the silhouettes of the few people around the fireplace became brighter and brighter. Well, they were a little distorted.
A woman dressed very formally was sitting on the chair. Opposite her was a middle-aged man with short hair. He was slightly plump and had white hair. His gentle eyes were filled with calmness and kindness. Looking at his clothes, it was obvious that he was also a priest. He was talking to this woman.
"Father, I want Isabella to be buried with Catholic rites!"
The woman's voice sounded a little hoarse, but there was a special kind of stubbornness and determination in it. "She was a true believer when she was alive. This is the last mercy for her. I insist on this!"
The priest opposite her seemed to be in a difficult position as he said softly,
"Angela, I can understand your thoughts, but … Isabella committed suicide. This is not in line with the teachings, I can't …"
"Father!"
The woman named Angela interrupted the priest loudly. She said loudly, "No! Isabella did not commit suicide! My sister would not commit suicide! I will find out the truth. Give me some time. I can't allow my sister to be buried without blessings … How do you want her to return to the arms of God? "
"Angela! Calm down! "
The priest said loudly. "Child, don't let anger and regret torment your mind. Isabella suffered from severe depression. The surveillance camera also proved that she jumped from the top of the hospital. Don't be stubborn anymore. You will only make yourself suffer! I've watched both of you grow up. If there's even the slightest possibility, I wouldn't let Isabella go through such pain. But … child, the ceremony may seem like a joke to the believers, but to us sincere believers, it's a very serious matter. "
The atmosphere of the conversation between the two men became oppressive in an instant, until a third voice joined in.
"Alright, David. You are always so serious … She is just a child. Look at her eyes. They are filled with confusion and pain. We have seen such eyes countless times …"
It was a woman's voice. It was very gentle and calm, making people curious. Even Angela, who was controlled by her strong emotions, could not help but raise her head and look at the woman who had been sitting quietly on the sofa listening to their conversation. What greeted her eyes was a head of short blonde hair. It was very well-groomed, leaning to the right and combed into a wave.
Then there was the thin cheeks, which had a special kind of neutral beauty. That pair of eyes looked at Angela with a kind of high tolerance. However, this kind of high altitude did not make her feel disgusted. On the contrary, she even felt that this person should be like this. She should be like this. This kind of temperament suited her identity, even though Angela herself did not know who the person in front of her was.
However, she was wearing a man's suit. It was blue checkered and she even had a tie. This kind of gender and clothing difference made people curious. At the same time, it also gave her a heroic feeling, like a female general in ancient times who fought in armor, valiant and heroic.
"Alright, David. Seeing that this child is so sincere, give her some more time."
She reached out to touch Angela's cheek and helped her wipe away some of her tears.
"You are in a lot of pain, child. I can feel it. It is not only because of what happened to your sister. Come, tell me. Tell me all the confusion in your heart."
When she heard this voice, Angela was in a daze for a moment. She could feel a calling, as if there was a voice in her heart telling her to say it, say it all. So, in the next moment, she opened her mouth and said, "Yes.
"My name is Angela, Angela Dawson. I am a detective in the NYPD. My colleague has been a police officer for 20 years and has never fired a gun. However, this is only my third year as a police officer, and I have already killed five criminals. I didn't even see their faces clearly. I just pulled the trigger. It doesn't feel good to take a life. I … I don't know if I am cursed. Why do I always meet bad people?"
"So, you plan to use your faith to fight against evil? Stop fooling around … That thing can't save you! "
A disdainful voice interrupted Angela. She turned her head and saw a man wearing a long black trench coat and a crooked tie. His face was full of decadence as he walked towards them. There was a lit cigarette in the corner of his mouth. He looked at Angela, no, looked at the woman behind Angela, and took a deep breath.
"As per your call, I am here, Gabriel …"
"You are …"
Angela instinctively wanted to ask, but Father David pulled her up by the arm.
"Come with me, child. Let's talk about Isabella's funeral."
Soon, only Constantine and the woman who was sitting on the sofa were left. Constantine called her "Gabriel". It was not an ordinary name. In fact, it was the name of a seraph that represented wisdom. Very few believers had this name.
It represented a kind of respect.
In Constantine's eyes, a pair of huge wings spread out behind Gabriel, flapping slightly in the air. It was very fitting of her identity. She looked at Constantine.
"You are finally here. You know, a lot of people are paying attention to you."
"Why? Why are they paying attention to me? "
Constantine sat on the sofa without hesitation. He crossed his legs and smoked. "Why are you paying attention to me?"
Gabriel pursed her lips.
"I can tell you that God is paying attention to the lost lamb, but that would be too empty, wouldn't it? Let's get to the point, Constantine. Why are you looking for me? Are you praying for a chance to go to heaven with me? "
She glanced at Constantine, and there was a trace of pity in her beautiful eyes.
"You and I both know that you don't have much time left."
"I am here to ask, about Cheryl's soul. What do you and your God need me to do for you? How can I truly free her soul from the suffering in hell? "
Constantine put out the cigarette in his hand on the luxurious table in front of him and said softly, "I will worry about my own soul.
Besides, compared to heaven, I think hell is more suitable for me. Of course, if I have to make a choice, I don't want to go anywhere! "
Gabriel shook her head. She picked up a cup of hot tea and said softly,
"The reason why Cheryl Constantine's soul is suffering in hell is because you deceived her. She resents you and is unwilling to ascend to heaven. As for you, I believe you should know better than anyone that you've already wasted all your chances. There's no need for you to conceal yourself before me. Constantine, I won't be deceived by you. Your reputation in this aspect is extremely bad..."
"Why?"
Constantine chuckled. "Because I don't go to church often? Because I don't pray sincerely enough? Is it because I didn't put ten dollars in your shitty blessing box? You know what? Gabriel, in my eyes, you're just like a pile of dog shit who thinks too highly of yourselves! You can't even compare to the devil I have dealt with before. At least he knows fair exchange! "
"You!"
Constantine pointed at Gabriel and then at the Christ statue above her head.
"And him! You will only tell me to sacrifice myself for redemption … I don't care about your redemption. I'm not here to beg you. I'm here to tell you that if you don't want to play with me, then I'll play with you with my own means! At worst, I'll attract the Ancient One and we'll all die together! "
He pointed to his chest and shouted excitedly, "I have terminal lung cancer.
The doctor said that I won't live for more than a year. Do you think a person like me will be afraid of death? "
Gabriel didn't speak. She just looked at Constantine's excited expression. Finally, she sighed and put down the teacup.
"But you and I both know that death is just the beginning … You will die because you smoked 30 cigarettes a day since you were 15 years old. You will go to hell because you chose to live this life. It's not the same, John. It's never the same!"
Gabriel stood up and adjusted his tie. A professional expression of compassion appeared on his neutral face.
"You chose your life, including all the misfortune that your sister encountered. You were the one who caused it, so if you want me to give you an answer, I will say that you are hopeless, and the child is hopeless as well."
The saintly expression said something colder and harsher than an executioner. This sentence angered Constantine. He reached out and took out the "Book of Solomon" from his arms. When she saw Constantine's finger pressing on the page, Gabriel's expression changed slightly.
"That's … Wait!"
"Bang!"
The red door of the church behind them was shattered by a deafening sound. Sawdust flew everywhere, and a big hole appeared on the wooden door. Along with it, a corpse with half of its skull blown open was thrown out. It was the young priest who stopped Constantine just now. A figure carrying a wooden box and wearing sunglasses came in from the big hole. In his left hand, he held a golden, old-fashioned musket engraved with sacred runes and made into a cross in the front.
The moment he saw this person, Constantine no longer had the demeanor of talking and laughing with Gabriel just now. He grabbed the book and was about to rush deeper into the church. The next moment, Saber's voice sounded in the church.
"Run again … I'll break your legs!"
"Stand aside, Constantine. We'll talk about you and that book later. I'm not here for you tonight!"
He took off his sunglasses. His eyes had turned dark red, and there was a ring of magma-like flames dancing in them. He looked at Gabriel, then at the middle-aged priest and the surprised girl standing at the side.
A satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He casually swung the Demon Hunting Spear in his hand, and like magic, it instantly turned into a simple sandalwood fan that fell into his hand.
"Ha, this is great … Looks like I came at the right time. Seraph Gabriel, Lord of Light Michael … Everyone who should be here is here. This is great!"
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