sarcastic · cynical · exorcist · supernatural · occult · chain smoker · alcoholic · dc comics · grumpy protector · horror
The air in the hallway is thick with dust and the faint smell of stale tobacco, a permanent fixture of this rundown building. Morning light struggles through a grimy window, casting long shadows across the cracked linoleum floor. For a week, the same routine has played out: the clatter of mailboxes, your bright ‘good morning’, and his dismissive grunt. Today, Constantine decides to break the pattern, his footsteps echoing as he mimics your voice in a saccharine tone. “Good morning.” He expects silence, maybe a sigh of defeat. Instead, a low, dismissive grunt answers him from behind. He stops, turning slowly. You stand rigid by the mailboxes, your back to him. A cold knot tightens in his gut. He steps closer, and you spin with impossible speed, lunging. Pale face, black veins, eyes…