[ There is no mockery in his words. It is what he has been seeking for a long time, but if it had been five years earlier, perhaps, even a year earlier -- it would have meant something. Now, it means nothing. His smile is a sharp, vicious one. It is not one filled with spite, however, but one born of pure joy. ]
Unfortunately, I don't believe I deserve it anymore. [ His head cocks to the side. ] I had thought to lead you around by the nose, but I don't think that's fair anymore. [ He feels his shoulders shake as he chuckles. In the face of a pure and just declaration, he can only laugh. ]
After all, I'm the one who has been cursing the people who have been coming here for this past year. The strength of the curses are small, but if you pile them on one after the other... they become something more. [ Kirei stares at him, eyes suddenly filled with dark amusement.
A beat. ] I told you, didn't I? There would be judgement for my soul. If I will not be judged for Heaven, I will be judged to Hell and find the demon that did this to me through my eternal tortured state. I can only hope my mind remains somewhat intact with my soul to remember what I'm seeking.
And you would restore the soul of a person who did something like that?
If you think that I didn't know that you were the one responsible then you must not hear yourself speak. There's no leading through the nose about it. Your breadcrumbs are more like entire loafs from the bakery.
[At this moment John desperately wishes he had his cigarette, but lighting another one now seems like a waste. Instead his foot finds the butt on the ground, grinding it into the floor.]
A person, which I even hesitate to call you, can't be judged without a soul. You're hollow, nothing more than a paper cup. There's no fit judgement here on earth and we both know that law enforcement is a joke.
[He looks up, tilting his head with a grind of the teeth.]
But I can assure you that I would be happy to help you find the torment you so desperately seek.
Not like just that, mage. I was hoping that I could anger you enough to kill me.
[ His shoulders lift and lower. He lifts his chin up to admire the church and have him fully understand the level of blasphemy he was attempting. Not only defiling the holy space with curses upon curses but having his own rotten blood splattered everywhere in a battle with a mage.
But his head twists back to look at him, finally showing annoyance. ]
You have no idea what it is like to live like this every day. I thought that I would have been given salvation if I did everything I could. I suffered and strove for some sort of light at the end of the tunnel, but there was nothing. If I did evi, if I did good, there would be nothing. [ His bitterness revealed. ]
And why is that forced to be my truth? Because of a mage? Because of a priest? Were they punished for what they did? No. They were allowed to keep their souls and seek out repetenance! [ He steps forward, filled with anger. ] What I desperately seek is an understanding of the truth that has been laid out before us. What truth have you come to understand of this world, John Constantine?
I'm curious now... go ahead and return my soul to me... but tell me what truth you've come to find in it.
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[ There is no mockery in his words. It is what he has been seeking for a long time, but if it had been five years earlier, perhaps, even a year earlier -- it would have meant something. Now, it means nothing. His smile is a sharp, vicious one. It is not one filled with spite, however, but one born of pure joy. ]
Unfortunately, I don't believe I deserve it anymore. [ His head cocks to the side. ] I had thought to lead you around by the nose, but I don't think that's fair anymore. [ He feels his shoulders shake as he chuckles. In the face of a pure and just declaration, he can only laugh. ]
After all, I'm the one who has been cursing the people who have been coming here for this past year. The strength of the curses are small, but if you pile them on one after the other... they become something more. [ Kirei stares at him, eyes suddenly filled with dark amusement.
A beat. ] I told you, didn't I? There would be judgement for my soul. If I will not be judged for Heaven, I will be judged to Hell and find the demon that did this to me through my eternal tortured state. I can only hope my mind remains somewhat intact with my soul to remember what I'm seeking.
And you would restore the soul of a person who did something like that?
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[At this moment John desperately wishes he had his cigarette, but lighting another one now seems like a waste. Instead his foot finds the butt on the ground, grinding it into the floor.]
A person, which I even hesitate to call you, can't be judged without a soul. You're hollow, nothing more than a paper cup. There's no fit judgement here on earth and we both know that law enforcement is a joke.
[He looks up, tilting his head with a grind of the teeth.]
But I can assure you that I would be happy to help you find the torment you so desperately seek.
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[ His shoulders lift and lower. He lifts his chin up to admire the church and have him fully understand the level of blasphemy he was attempting. Not only defiling the holy space with curses upon curses but having his own rotten blood splattered everywhere in a battle with a mage.
But his head twists back to look at him, finally showing annoyance. ]
You have no idea what it is like to live like this every day. I thought that I would have been given salvation if I did everything I could. I suffered and strove for some sort of light at the end of the tunnel, but there was nothing. If I did evi, if I did good, there would be nothing. [ His bitterness revealed. ]
And why is that forced to be my truth? Because of a mage? Because of a priest? Were they punished for what they did? No. They were allowed to keep their souls and seek out repetenance! [ He steps forward, filled with anger. ] What I desperately seek is an understanding of the truth that has been laid out before us. What truth have you come to understand of this world, John Constantine?
I'm curious now... go ahead and return my soul to me... but tell me what truth you've come to find in it.