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[quote=@Simple Unicycle]
I lean into her touch, but her hand falls away. I watch silently as she walks away into the pitch black. I'm alone. Nothing to keep me company but my own thoughts. The darkness and silence washes over me like a wave of guilt washes over a remorseful killer.

But I can feel it peeling away. Revealing the light... And a cacophony of gunfire. Just my luck, I suppose.

I guess it's time to see what's waiting for me on the other side.

I step out of the darkness and into the light.
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John knew he fucked up by conjuring the Saint of Killers. It really was like dropping a bomb on a housefly. All around the garage was carnage. Every single gangbanger on Raul Garcia's payroll was dead, as was Lieutenant Milford and his crew. John felt a pang of guilt as he saw Seward's body on the ground. He was the only one that seemed to be not be into it fully like the other deputies. 

"'We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be,'" John said as he passed by his body.

The Saint of Killers approached the demon and the man he had under his control. John could see the blue aura fading. Whatever it was the Asian man was doing, it seemed to be working. The demon began to look a little worryingly as he commanded the heavily armed man to shoot at the Saint of Killers.

[i]~DO IT!~[/i] The demon screamed. [i]~Kill him!~[/i]

"Wouldn't do any good," John said as he stumbled slightly. The ritual to summon the saint was beginning to take its toll on him. "The Saint of Killers is death incarnate. You'd have an easier time killing the tides or the sun."

The Saint of Killers aimed his big guns at the demon and opened fire. The magic bullets passed through the smoke, though they created a spark that began a flame that consumed the demon's incorporeal body. He screamed and cursed Constantine's name as he went up in flames. A giant flash of light filled the garage as he disappeared. Just like that, it was all silent.

Until the Saint aimed his guns at the Asian man.

"Last man standing," said the Saint. "But not for long."

"Nein," John shouted in German. He said a name in the harsh tongue. The Saint froze in his spot, the guns trained on the man. John shuffled towards the two of them and looked over the Asian amn with an aprasing look.

"Names have power," he said to the man. "And even the unholy angel of death has a real name. And that gives me power. You're a curious one, you know? You don't look like one of Garica's guys, and you sure as fuck aren't rolling with the white power boys bleeding out on the ground. So, what's your story, squire? Who the fuck are you?"