Countless bizarre black patterns spread up from the base of the walls. The shapes formed by their shadows brought all manner of terrifying monsters to mind.
Angela gripped the gun in her hand tightly, but it gave her no sense of security whatsoever. She understood that if such things truly existed, humanity's modern weapons might be completely useless against them.
What she had not realized was that the arms which had not trembled once since she left the police academy were now beginning to shake slightly. Her sweaty palms kept her from gripping her pistol as firmly as she once had, yet she still held up her arms as best she could, aiming her gaze at every passing dark shape.
Then she turned and saw Constantine pull a goblet from inside his coat. He muttered several incantations, filling the goblet with clear water, then picked up the Bible he had just taken out and began praying quietly over it.
After finishing his prayer, he took out a rather tattered handkerchief, dipped it into the water in the goblet, then held out the cup and said, "Give me your magazine."
Angela did not touch her gun. Instead, she took a spare magazine from her waist and handed it to Constantine. He raised an eyebrow and said, "I like working with people who come prepared."
Angela snorted coldly and reached for her waist again. With a click, three pistol magazines appeared in her hand, all fully loaded. She said, "I've dealt with heinous criminals for no less time than you've dealt with demons. Sometimes, they're even more terrifying than devils."
As she spoke, she watched Constantine put her pistol magazine into the goblet and stir it around. White mist began rising from the cup. When he took the magazine back out, it