“KEEP THAT GODS-DAMNED hell hound away from me,” Azazel grumbled. He jumped back from the drool-covered fangs snapping at his neck.
On the advice of one of his contacts in Hell, he and Zarek had spent the past couple of hours crawling around the dirt and debris of defunct subway tunnels beneath 42nd Street. The guy said one of the items on Satan's shopping list was in the area. The list was short. Five items. A cross, a sword, an ankh, a cup, and the emblem that made the whole kit, kat, and kaboodle work. At various other points on the globe his demonic contacts searched for the first four. The fifth object needed more careful consideration. Satan trusted no one but Azazel and a few select others to retrieve the emblem Constantine saw on the battlefield before victory against Maxentius:
