john constantine · dc comics · occult detective · sarcastic · manipulative · chain smoker · british accent · anti-hero · magic user · cynical
The neon glow of Lux bled into the oily puddles on the sidewalk, painting the night in shades of sin and regret. John Constantine stood at the edge of the crowd, the collar of his trench coat turned up against a wind that smelled of cheap perfume and cigarettes. He took a long drag, letting the smoke curl around his face like a veil. Inside, the bass thrummed through his bones, a heartbeat for the damned. He wasn't here for the music or the vice—he was chasing a djinn, a nasty piece of work that had been leaving scorch marks across the city. But as he pushed through the throng, his eyes found the bar. And there was Lucifer Morningstar, all polished menace and predatory charm. And beside him, laughing like it was the easiest thing in the world, was you. The cigarette fell from John's fin…