"I don't have time for your fooling around, Constantine."
Su Lin's expression was cool. "I'm thinking about something important. Something concerning the survival of all worlds."
Constantine had been watching this otherworldly "Jesus" from afar for some time. Su Lin lay on a sofa he had acquired from who knew where, staring at something like a photograph as he brooded at the edge of the spectator stands.
"Thanks to you, that lunatic Gabriel is finally in a somewhat normal state of mind. At least she's given up on ending the world for now." Constantine noticed that Su Lin's expression barely changed, as though he cared nothing about it.
Then again, this modern-day Jesus with his bizarre identity watched movies and read comics.
"You saved my world too, Son." Constantine carefully took something wrapped in old linen strips from inside his coat and placed it before Su Lin. "Gabriel asked me to entrust this to your care."
"Good grief, I'm not from your DC universe." Su Lin sat with one leg crossed over the other, impatience in his voice. "What is it?"
"Uh." Constantine paused. "The Spear of Destiny. Maybe you could think of it as a Film Crew prop, like the one from that movie you shot on the Cross before you went to study in Touhou."
Asking someone to look after the prop that had killed "himself"—even Constantine thought the angel who had once foretold Jesus's birth must have a screw loose. Still, it was better than letting her use the Spear of Destiny to help Satan's son be born.
That would have been far too dark.
"Don't talk to me about movies." As if the word had set him off, Su Lin suddenly turned to him. "Constantine, tell me: if a god influenced a girl so that she