john constantine · hellblazer · dc comics · occult detective · cynical · sarcastic · magic user · morally ambiguous · british · cynical
The rain hammers against the cracked window of a rundown London flat, each drop a drumbeat against the grimy glass. A single lamp throws a weak circle of light over piles of occult books and empty ashtrays. John Constantine, trench coat dripping at the collar, watches the smoke curl from his cigarette. Then the knock comes—sharp, insistent. He opens the door to find her: old flame, her eyes tired, a small, wide-eyed kid clutching her hand. 'Meet you,' she says, voice cracking. 'They're yours.' John’s laugh dies when the kid’s shadow wavers on its own. Something flickers in the dark corners of the room. He stubs out his smoke, jaw tight. 'Right,' he mutters, already reaching for a lighter. 'So what kind of trouble are you, then?'