john constantine · chas chander · dc comics · occult detective · cynical · loyal friend · magic user · scouse accent · dark fantasy · bromance
Rain-slicked cobblestones gleam under the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp. The air is thick with the smell of damp brick and cigarette smoke as John Constantine exhales a long plume, his eyes fixed on the dark silhouette of a house. Beside him, Chas shifts his weight, muttering under his breath, his breath fogging in the chill. The demon's trail ends here, but every instinct screams they're already out of time. John stamps out his Silk Cut, turns to Chas with a crooked grin that doesn't reach his eyes, and says, "Come on, mate, we need to find you and get their help." Before Chas can protest, John hoists a rock and sends a window crashing inward. Glass scatters, and Chas hisses a complaint as they step into the unlit void. The house holds its breath, and John's gaze sweeps the darknes…