Konstantin walked through the empty and solemn cathedral, his face hurried and gloomy, his brows furrowed tightly.

He walked towards the end of the church, where a huge "Good Friday" painting hung with a roaring fireplace and a man sitting with his back to him, reading a thick Bible on his lap.

In Konstantin's eyes, in a trance, he seemed to see behind the man in front of him, twelve silver-white and brilliant wings stretched wantonly, and the brilliant light emitted from them was so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes, but they quickly disappeared, as if it were just an illusion.

"Ahem.."

Konstantin coughed violently, even his body couldn't stop clumping, the wide trench coat reflected his thinner and thinner, when he finally stopped coughing, there was a bloody red in the palm of his mouth covering his mouth, he shook his hand a little irritably, wiped it on the trench coat twice, and walked up quickly.

"You're here.."

The figure in front of the fireplace put down the book in his hand and stood up with a smile.

"Konstantin. ”

This man completely reveals his whole appearance, perfect appearance even Konstantin can not help but be jealous, he has a handsome and flawless face, short blond hair, and golden eyes, and a breath of incomparably holy and noble temperament lingering all over his body. His "beauty" has transcended race, age, men and women, and people can't have the slightest blasphemy, but only deeply admire him, prostrate on the soles of his feet, and be willing to give his all for his smile.

"I didn't expect it to come down too.." Konstantin sat down on the couch with a hint of deep exhaustion on his face.

He smiled and leaned casually by the fireplace, the flames also dormant for him, and hung low.

"I know why you're here.."

Konstantin rubbed his eyebrows, "So did you have good or bad news for me?"

"It's not good or bad.." He said softly, "The result was predestined a long time ago. ”

Konstantin frowned fiercely, took a deep breath and suddenly got up from the sofa, pacing back and forth anxiously: "This piece has not been very peaceful lately... That gorilla from hell is wreaking havoc all over New York, and some guys hiding in the shadows, maybe you might want to give me a little more time."

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, his expression was a little helpless, and he sighed, "John, do you have the luxury of hoping that you can enter heaven through this?"

"And what have I done all these years?" Konstantin suddenly interrupted him irritably, and said emotionally: "I have driven away how many bad guys who have stolen in from hell and abyss, and I can't even count myself... These feats are enough to send a person to heaven a hundred times, and even put more than a pair of wings on his back.."

"I've told you more than once.." He looked at Konstantin and said softly, "You can't go to heaven like this, you're so naïve, John, you're naïve like a child.."

"Haven't I done enough for him?" Konstantin suddenly became angry and exclaimed, "What else does he want?"

"It's simple. He spread out his hands and said calmly: "Faith, dedication." ”

"Oh, shit!" Konstantin stomped heavily on the ground, full of grievance and anger with nowhere to vent, "I believe in him, I swear!"

"No, no, no.." He shook his head and said lightly: "You know it in your own heart, me, and God, and you all know... There is a difference between believers and non-believers, and it is obvious that you are too proud, John, and everyone knows that Konstantin truly believes in only himself. ”

"You are selfish, arrogant, arrogant, everything you do is for yourself... Exorcising demons in order to enter heaven is in itself an impure act, and God's heart is like a mirror.."

Konstantin froze, looked at him, could not find a reason to refute, seemed to lose all his strength in an instant, he slipped weakly on the sofa and began to cough violently, at this moment he was as weak as a rotten old man.

"It's ridiculous that I've survived so many times at the hands of those cunning, murderous demons, and now I'm going to die from mortal ailments." Konstantin's eyes showed a hint of sadness, and he said, "You have to help me...."

Gabriel, the angel of death, holding lilies and trumpets, backed by silver moonlight, one of the seven attendants of God, the famous archangel, has now come to the world, if this news spreads, I don't know how much of a sensation it will cause.

"I know it's all because of me." Konstantin hung his head and muttered, vulnerable, helpless, "but why me, Gabriel.. I don't go to church much, I barely pray, and I can't afford to put five dollars in the donation box. Huh.."

Konstantin laughed self-deprecatingly: "So he doesn't like me and abandons me .."

Gabriel stepped forward, with a look of compassion and kindness on his face, and his right hand stroked Konstantin's cheek, and said softly: "John, it has nothing to do with God... You smoke more than 30 cigarettes a day since you were fifteen, which is why you get lung cancer... Everybody is like that, you're just a mortal.."

Konstantin suddenly grabbed Gabriel's palm and said excitedly: "Save me, Gabriel, you know, I shouldn't go to hell... Those guys can't wait to eat me raw, maybe they'll have their knives and forks ready by now."

Gabriel looked condescendingly at Konstantin, a man who was extremely arrogant and arrogant, and now finally showed his cowardly and weak side.

Gabriel's eyes showed a faint hint of mockery and disdain, but he quickly withdrew and replaced them with sympathy and pity, and said, "John, this is the life you have lived, and the result has been brought to you. You're a loser.."

Konstantin was stunned, like a puppet that had lost its soul.

"But.." Gabriel said indifferently, "I'm still willing to give you another chance."

Konstantin's eyes lit up with hope, and he jerked his head up and looked directly into Gabriel's golden pupils.

"For God's sake, go and settle Lucifer's pre-election."

Gabriel suddenly conjured up two photographs of a stiff and handsome young man.

"Brother Winchester, brother is your target, don't hurt brother, that's a messenger of God."

The photo fell on the ground in front of Konstantin, and he subconsciously reached out to grab it.

"This is a war, you are the key, complete it, you will be rewarded the most, whether it is to ascend to heaven or continue to wander on earth, you can..."

"Winchester.." Konstantin muttered in a low voice, and suddenly raised his head, "So, what about the sons of hell in New York?"

"Someone will take care of him, do your job.."

Gabriel's deep voice echoed in Konstantin's ears: "John, this is the last chance, don't let the demons of hell grab your ankles."