Disclaimer: The handsome John Constantine sadly isn't mine. So don't sue me (though you won't get much if you get anything at all.) Blair is mine, as well as the other person who enters this chapter.

A/N: Yes, Constantine and Angela return! Sorry, but I feel like I shouldn't undo Chas's death. I am only continuing the movie plot if you haven't noticed. Feel free to read MY Novelization of the Constantine movie (though it's completed). PLEASE remember to leave a review! They are very much appreciated. Thanks.

Chapter 1: Another One

The war continues to wage on after seven years. Between Heaven and Hell, neither God, nor Lucifer will give up their fight on Earth. There are a few people stuck in the middle of the battle on the great plane of Earth. They are forced to choose sides and to fight for the peace or destruction of the planet where more than 13 billion people live.

God's side is losing with each passing night. What shall become of Earth?

"You see dead people?" muttered John Constantine to the young girl, holding his drink just before his lips. This was news for John. He knew the child had some extra gift or ability, but he hadn't figured it out until she said something. She had the same sight as he did for the half-breeds and angels, but there was something else it seemed. She nodded. Her hazel eyes peered about the room, the beautiful eyes of her mother. "How do you know?"

She shrugged. "They told me."

"Who's they Blair?" John asked after sipping the alcoholic beverage. He sat back the in dark wooden chair in his usual clothes. An expensive white shirt, black tie and black business pants. Seven years of fighting couldn't change that. Blair, the young girl sat across the table, eating a cookie.

"The dead people." She simply answered, seeming unfazed and comfortable by being able to see them. Her eyes wondered about the room, and then they landed on John. The girl seemed so mature for the age of seven.

He had to refrain from looking behind him. She kept looking past him. "There any in here now?"

Blair shook her head. Her long dark brown hair fell around her pale face. "I don't think they like you. I don't ever really see any around you."

Constantine sniggered. That wasn't much news. Who and what liked him these days? He drained his small glass of Jack Daniels and got up to get another bottle out. "Does your mother know?"

Again, the girl shook her head. "Can you tell her?"

A sluggish smile crept onto John's face. "You do it. It's your secret." The girl sighed. Just before she could beg him, a slow knock came from the front door.

Blair jumped down from the chair and waited next to table. John gave a nod for her to answer the door. "Be careful." He muttered.

The girl ran to the door, but stopped just before opening it. She gasped as she looked at the floor. Constantine glanced down, seeing blood seep through the crack between the door and floor. "Go to your room." John said, pulling a small dagger from his pocket. He had to stay armed these days since he was constantly attacked for being a big part of the war. Constantine pressed a tiny button at the bottom of the hilt and two blades folded down from the first straight one, creating a bladed cross. Blair slowly slinked away from the door, but didn't go to her room as John instructed.

Constantine walked to the door, looking through the peep hole. A man stood there, holding his bloodied arm, sweat dripping down his tanned face. His eyes were lit with the white fire of a half-bred angel. The half-breed was in obvious pain as he slumped against the doorframe. John sighed. He had never met this man before, but he tried to help the half-bred angels. They helped him when they could, so he tried to do the same. It was the only way he tried to stay within God's good graces.

"Please…hurry…" The man commanded. He felt John's presence on the other side of the door.

Constantine cracked the door. The half-bred angel's wings expanded, they being an almost pure white color. Gray decorated a few feathers. The wings went back into the half-angel's back. It was the sign of a true angel to Constantine. The man immediately pushed his body against the door, forcing John to open it. That only made Constantine hold the door more steadily so the man couldn't get through. "We haven't met." John calmly said.

"I'm Michael…" The man answered, blood seeping down his white leather pants onto the floor. The blood exited the deep bite wounds from his stomach. His once pure white tank top was drenched in blood and puss of a demon. He looked down the hallway. John immediately knew who the man was when he said his name. "Please let me in."

Just as Constantine pulled the door open, Michael stumbled in, falling to the floor, weak. A cylinder pack was strapped to Michael's back, holding arrows and a golden sword with words engraved into it. Before John could shut the door, what looked like a shadow rushed down the hallway, slamming into the door. A scream filled the air from Blair as she saw the half-demon enter the room.

Constantine was slammed back from the force and distraction of the child's scream though he held onto his cross shaped dagger. He quickly got to his feet as the shadow materialized into a half-bred demon. The thing snarled at Constantine. The mangled face was distorted with greenish-brown puss oozing from each wound. John figured that Michael caused those.

The demon charged into Constantine, riding him to the ground. John drove his dagger into the things chest, just where a 'heart' should've been. The half-demon screamed in pain as the blade went into him. He scratched at John's arms, but was immediately weakened from the blessed dagger entering him. Constantine felt someone move behind him, but he couldn't look having to concentrate on the demon. The thing tried to snap its razor-sharp teeth at John's head.

Before the demon could bite him, Constantine took his free hand and drove it across the half-breed's face as a fist. "Help!" John yelled. Michael stood just above John, trying to make sure he wouldn't hit the good guy.

Just as the half-demon reared its head for a devastating blow, John pulled his dagger from the thing's chest and shoved it into the side of the demon's head. Blood and puss spewed from the deep wound, and then a wet sound filled the air as Michael's sword came down upon the half-demon's neck. The head of the demon fell from its neck, falling from John's chest and onto the floor with a thick wet thudding sound. The body of the half-breed quickly became dust and cinder, returning to Hell though its blood and puss remained on John's 200 dollar shirt and hands. His dagger fell to the floor with a clatter.

Constantine's breath came in ragged pants as he closed his eyes for a moment. Pain shot up his arms from the scratch wounds on his arms. "Sorry about that." Michael said with a small smile.

John opened his eyes, glaring at the angel who stood just above him. "Don't bring that shit to me." There were many times when he wished for the peaceful silence that he once had seven years ago. It would never come again unless they won this war.