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Revision as of 08:10, 12 January 2013
Constantine di Giovanni has spent a good portion of his life in a coma. After awakening suddenly, with no warning or explanation, he is thrust back into a world he no longer feels a part of.
Yarrahel is an angel of the Lord, one of the beings that created the very cosmos, who wrote the song that sings in the hearts of hunters as they chase prey. He put the burn in their muscles, the adrenaline in their veins, he carefully crafted the chemical cocktail of exhilaration and triumph that spurs on the evolution of greater and greater hunters. He put in place the basis of what later became human ambition. When he rebelled, he taught the men who followed Lucifer to hunt like the beasts and the angels, and they taught him to kill and to cheat like men.
Together, they fight crime.
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Things That Go Bump
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You are what our Father had in mind when he sowed the seed of Divinity. You've forgotten. You squabble about details when you could create new Heavens, new Earths. Did we go to war for nothing?
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You are predators - do not fear your "curse", master it.
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How little I expected this kinship between us.
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The things we did to you when you came too close to our prison - they cannot be described, and were so beyond what I can comprehend now that I cannot even feel remorse. I only feel...hungry.
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...I honestly have no fucking idea what you are or where the fuck you came from.
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Demons
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My brothers. We hold the faith. The war is not over, though our enemies seem to have quit the field. Our Morningstar will return for us, and we must be ready.
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We did not rebel to destroy this world, but to make it what our Father commanded us to, whether the Host wished to do what needed to be done or not. Do not let your Torment twist your purpose.
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You trade away power for...what, more power? To what purpose?
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Fuck. You guys think too much.
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We rebelled against our Creator. We fought his Hosts. We suffered an eternity in the Abyss. Now, what, you're sorry?
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- Anne: Shark's eyes. Sunbathes at night. Creepy. Similar views on Phil.
- Aveline: Well. This is getting complicated.
- Chance: Mr. Chance. I was starting to believe you were my stalker, now...well. You still kind of seem like a stalker, to be honest.
- Cristobal: Pussy.
- Cross: Padre, you keep showing up. Eventually I'm going to wonder if you're stalking me.
- Eloise: She's got the biggest berries around, no joke.
- Harano: I thought we were done, but you keep turning up. Let's try to minimize that.
- Jared: Hilarious. (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻
- Jenny Aguilar: My sister. We should talk more.
- Kyrie: Lord have mercy. One day? Everyone will know about you what I do.
- Lyra: Your doppelganger is adorable.
- Nienna: Strife. Betrayal paid in blood.
- Phil: Keep your eyes in your head, buddy.
- Thunderstruck: Eventually you're going to figure out who the threat is, here. Or your prophecy's going to become self-fulfilling.
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- Demon. Constantine is one.
- Luciferan. Brothers in arms.
- Predator? Kindred spirits.
- Prey? Everyone needs to eat.
- Just plain strange? Worth investigating.
- Concealed by an illusion? I can see through it.
- Thralls: Looking for a few good ones.
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Played By: Sebastian Cavazza