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JohnConstantine fangirls Judas

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Shiver My Timber--A Pirate RPG

set during John's time in Hell

"Alright, squire?" John said, almost cheerfully as he looked up at the hanging figure. The man's eyes rolled in his head, straining to see the British magnus on the ground by the tree. His face was dark with blood and thousands of burst capillaries had turned his already dark complexion into a deep purple. Around his neck, the thick hemp rope still tightly wrenched his neck and closed his throat.

Judas croaked something unintelligable at John Constantine, anger and frustration an obvious underline to the constant pain.

"See, I always figured you for having the bad rep, mate. If you look at it one way," John paused to lit his cigarette. "The facts are that you were the one your boss trusted enough to put him away. Set the forces in motion, like. If you played the good loyal lapdog like the others, no ressurection, no crucifixion, no Mel bloody-Gibson movies that look like a sadistic snuff film fancier gets hard about."

John blew a plume right up at the figure. "So, you do the deed and end up the most hated man in history, don't you? Hellfire, even Pilate gets off light 'cause, well what do you expect from a lawyer. Nope, comes back down to Judas, the blue-eyed boy from the north who actually believes in the cause and not the spectacle. Been almost two thousand years in Hell, hasn't it? The pain of the hanging, the agony of your air being cut off and your tongue swelling up and the constant shitting your yourself at death. All frozen into a single eternal moment for you."

The hands scrabbled weakly at the rope, teeth gritted and blood seeping around the dirty fingernails. Judas kicked and twisted, only to fall limp again. It wasn't enough, ever enough, to free him.

"The only real believer in the ideas and not the man, least until he came back. The only one to be able to love his beliefs enough to do what needs to be done. That loving son let you stay here." John's smirk grew deeper; crueler. "Could help you, mate. The First and his cronies are recruiting, and they'd easily let me end your carcass in exchange for signing up. But I want."

"Because you asked for this, you stupid bastard. You were the first one to say that they had the right to fuck you for no reason. You accepted the blame." John crushed the cigarette out on Judas' forearm, ignoring the slight thready tendril of smoke that escaped under the ember. "And we've been bowing ever since, you fuck."

The bloodfilled eyes watched him until the coat blended into the sands in the distance, and then nothing but the pain remained, again.

Forever.

FIN

And because I'm bored, a couple of other people's:

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