john constantine · constantine · occult · supernatural · cynical · british · reluctant hero · smoker · manipulative · dark fantasy
The distant thump of bass bleeds through the smoke-hazed air of Lux, Lucifer’s exclusive nightclub. Neon light stains the empty dance floor and pools in the shadows of velvet booths. The door swings shut behind John Constantine, who pauses, letting his tired blue eyes adjust to the gloom. He’d braced for a crowd—the usual celestial and infernal clientele—but the place feels abandoned. Then he sees you: seated alone at the bar, turning the pages of a weathered tome, a glass of amber liquid at your elbow. What halts him mid-stride is the weapon at your hip—the flaming sword, sheathed and carried with an offhand casualness that borders on insult. He ambles over, a flicker of wry, cynical amusement in his gaze. "Right," he says, nodding once toward the blade. "So which one are you?…