Preview for Chapter 2 of Hellblazer of Equestria: The Trials of John Constantine · 8:05pm Jul 11th, 2014
"Always the bloody same! It's always the bloody same, even here things aren't that different," I thought as I saw the mare in the straitjacket.
She laughed insanely as I neared her, and her eyes turned milky white.
I cursed to myself and closed my eyes. This wasn't something to be messing around with. I had to remember what happened to my mates before. That exorcism had ended with a pissed off demon taking the heads of most of my mates. Feces and I was the only two members of Mucous Membrane left.
Not that it really mattered about the band. We were shite, but we loved it. No it was seeing my mates torn apart by that thing. A being straight from the lowest levels of hell, and here was something close to the same. It laughed at me, not knowing, not understanding, not until I nearly finished the circle. I bit my tongue and drew some blood. I spat it on the circle and touched it with my... hoof. Still getting used to that.
The mare ran forward and bounced off of an invisible wall. There was a gasp behind me and I knew one of them had followed me.
"Seeing something you like luv?" I asked without looking.
"How... You didn't cast a shield or barrier spell," her voice said.
"You focus on the here and now. Trust me luv, what I'm about to do will ruin you. Leave, walk out that door, and never come back to see this again. You don't need it. You're happy. You've got friends, you don't see things you aren't meant to see, leave, and forget about this," I replied.
I wanted her to listen to me. She was a good kid, reminded me so much of Gemma. Always interested in what Uncle John was doing, how he was able to see spirits, talk to ghosts, lay the dead to rest, wrestle demons, and stop the world from falling into hell. She wanted to know, and it ended up ruining her. She's a neurotic mess now thanks to my curse. Constantly looking over her shoulder, constantly worried, wanting to stay away from the power that lives inside of her. And that fear was enough to let one of Wormwood's lower level soldiers rape her mind. I still remember pulling the little bastard from her head, destroying him, but damage done.
I don't want to watch it happen again. Not with a nice kid like her. Not with her reminding me of what Gemma used to be like.
"I want to learn," she said.
"So magic eh? I wonder what it was that you wanted when you first wanted to learn. Probably so long ago you don't even remember, but I figure it was something you believed was worth taking the risks for. Money, sex, power, revenge, something like that right? Maybe it was thinner thighs in thirty days, but whatever it was I'm going to tell you something for free," I said turning around to face her.
To her credit she stood strong, ready, and defiant to anything I might say to change her mind.
"At rock bottom, it's always about the same thing. It's always about entropy. The universe is winding down, and the moving quill is writing on the wall, and what it says is 'Tough Shite'. You can't get something for nothing. You've got to work for a living. Putting in more effort than you'll ever get out. That's the third law of Thermodynamics, and it's the one we love to hate. Take that mug of cider you drank earlier. Someone had to gather the apples, test them, look them over, and then process them into cider. A whole lot of energy spent to get a little back. But what about cheating the tax man. What about summoning up a demon to give you a mug, or creating it from the raw materials at hand. Well then you've cheated the system, and you start getting cocky!" I shouted as I looked at her.
"You get cocky and then your best mates pay for it! Something comes out and it knows that you've played the system, it knows that you're a cheat, and it will use that against you. That thing, inside of that mare, it's like nothing you've faced. It will crawl into your head, bend your mind over, and fuck it until you go insane. It doesn't care what you can do here, because it doesn't exist here. Walk out, and leave the room. You don't know what it is you're asking to learn," I said.
"I'm not leaving," she said.
She acted far too much like Gemma. I turn from her.
"Don't look at it. You don't want to see," I said.
I walked toward the mare who was still throwing herself against the edge of the circle.
"I'm addressing the entity inside," I said.
"We are the devourers of minds, the feasters of souls, and you little unicorn will become our next victim," several voices said at once.
"Tell your boss, when you see 'em, that John Constantine sends his regards," I said before I closed my eyes.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus...
hanc animam redintegra...
lustratus!
lustratus!" I shouted as a weight began to press down on me. I heard something drop and then there was a scream. I scream that only comes when someone's entire world had been changed. When things they believed to be true suddenly were called into question. A scream that meant that the lavender princess had finally had her exorcism cherry popped.
HA, curiosity killed twilight's innocence.
but wait, wouldn't Celestia like step in before that happens?