Constantine: damnation

Part 3: The mask

We arrived at our little hide away, as I liked to call it. About a half an hour later. Despite the speed that Chaz was driving at to start we got caught in traffic about half way to our little hide away so that took a big till on how long it took us to get here. I stepped out of the old taxi cab and stared at the rickety old wooden house. It had a water wheel outside that still worked and powered the whole hose so it was able to stay off the grid. Some of the boards on the house were either falling off or had already fallen off. After looking at the old house I turned back and shouted

"Oi when you lot are done having your little reunion meet me inside!"

I turned back around and made my way inside the house. I walked on the top floor which seemed normal until I reached the spiral staircase. When I made my way down. The mnstairs I began to see the range of magic artifacts from ceremonial daggers to helmets that have enough magical power to destroy entire cities. Normally if I bring anyone in who doesn't know anything about magic I get the question
"Why do you have all his stuff?" And I always give them the same answer "because no one else has the bullocks to keep them in their own house." But of coarse that's not true, The real reason is because these artifacts have powers greater that anything imaginable an if any human other than myself or Chaz they would most likely destroy half the city. I walked past the table in the middle of the room that had a few small artifacts and a map that I used to find places that show mass amounts of demon activity. I stopped walking when I reached a shelf that held many different tribal, spiritual, and ritual masks. I continued looking at the shelf trying to find the right mask and I stared I sipped off my trench coat and threw it in the old red chair that was placed next to the shelf full of masks. I finally found the Japanese ritual mask that was white with a mouth that looked like the mouth guard a samurai would have worn and the eyes were just carved in holes outlined in black paint, the black painted horns sat on the top of the mask and curved up and back. I grabbed the mask off the shelf and then I grabbed my trench coat out of the chair and jogged to the table in the middle of the room and pulled a a blessed dagger out of the table and I began carving a Japanese binding spell into the cheeks of the wooden mask. I was almost done carving when I heard a voices from upstairs began to get louder and louder as they made their way down the spiral staircase. One of the voices shouted down

"Hey John!! What are up to down here?!"

I wasn't expecting to be shouted at so it made me jump a bit, but of coarse I was in the middle of carving the spell into the mask so my knife veered of and messed up the very last symbol in the spell which of coarse ruins the entire thing.

"BULLOCKS!" I shouted out of pure frustration

"What's the matter John?" Liv asked as she came down the stairs with Chaz following close behind her.

"You lots bloody shouting made me mess up the binding spell I was placing on this mask that could have been used to help us banish this demon."

"Was that the only way you could stop this thing?" Asked Chaz

"It may have been Chaz I'm not sure how to weaken this demon without that mask, we may be in over our bloody heads with this one mate."