As the group traversed up the wall, scaling up the castle (and inadvertently trampling all over the hanged paintings, no doubt), after what seemed like an uncomfortably long trek, the trip putting it into perspective how massive the mysterious castle truly was, the end finally came as they reached the very top of the castle, stopped by the ceiling. While it was impossible to reach the summit of the stairs below that would have led them to the highest chambers of the castle, conveniently, as it was, what awaited them instead was a door lodged in the ceiling for them to enter through.
Entering through it would yield yet another brand new locale, one in which they were all hopefully right side up again with that.
It was a place that resembled some sort of personal study, similar to the library from before but far more intimate, being smaller than the library and possessing more personal looking attachments.
The night sky and the light cast by the moon, reflected by the window, depicted a deceivingly serene scene, one that betrayed the chaotic evil that lurked around. It was almost easy to forget that just below sat a decaying village that finally hit the final nail in its own coffin, facing death as it suffered a grave attack. What a beautiful night to have a curse.
Stopping in the middle of the study, Constantine knelt down briefly, picking up what looked like a page torn out of a journal. As his eyes scanned the page, he read it aloud, little louder than a mumble.
"When I had awakened again, I was, once again, alone. And for a minute, I believed I was content. I believed that this cursed existence was put to an end, and humans would no longer torment me," he read from the page, pausing for a moment as he furrowed his brow, connecting the dots. These memoirs or whatever they were did not belong to Faust; he wasn't so misanthropic like this. No... In that case, it must be Dracula? Hmph. How troublesome.
After all...
"... But I continued living. I continue to exist, and once again, I am left with nothing. My servants are but shells. Children of the night they may be, but the music that is their howls fail to soothe me. Instead, they only serve to remind me of the darkness in which I live, the darkness that protects me from the light. Even my own son has turned his back on me. But Dear Maria, this was the only way. It was all for you. I know it cannot forgive my sins, but in the end... Is it I who is truly the sinner? Or is it man? Is it he who is the true monster? After all, man is perhaps the only kind of creature who would kill their own kind so maliciously... so needlessly. And it is only natural for a higher being to consume the lesser beings."
"If it is a sin to live as myself, then I have no need for such a God. He has forsaken his people, deceiving them with empty promises of salvation. But there is none to be found. I am proof of this godless state."
... John Constantine didn't come all this way to sympathize with the enemy.
Turning toward the group as he finished, wagging the page lightly, he let out a soft chuckle.
"Before we move on, I think we ought to look around this place. Might be somethin' worthwhile for... our cause. 'Sides, after all that walking, we could certainly use a small break, eh? Catch your calm before the storm breaks and all that."
Before moving on any further, the
study desk was probably the most eye-catching area to take a look at if one so desired. Otherwise, they were free to confer with each other and rest up.
After all, who knew when the next chance for a break would be?
If you'd even have a chance ever again.
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