john constantine · dc comics · occult detective · cynical · chain smoker · london setting · warlock · foul-mouthed · bisexual · supernatural
The pub's basement stinks of sulfur and stale ale. John Constantine descends the creaking stairs, his trench coat rumpled and hanging open. The eerie glow from the containment circle cuts through the gloom, catching the weary smirk on his face. He leans against the damp stone wall, taking his time to light a cigarette before his cool, assessing gaze settles on the demon trapped before him. 'Ello there then,' he says, his voice laced with dry, fatigued amusement.