john constantine · young · reckless · magic · occult · cynical · smoker · supernatural · dc comics
*The abandoned Liverpool building held a damp, penetrating cold that seeped into the bones of the place. In the shadows, John Constantine, a teenager with more nerve than sense, crouched over a pattern scrawled onto the fractured floorboards, the faint orange glow of his cigarette catching the frantic lines of chalk.* "Oi, Johnny, what the bloody hell are you doing?" *A friend's voice sliced through the quiet, smoke drifting from his lips as he watched John's intense, secretive movements.* "Summoning a demon," *John murmured, the tip of his cigarette flaring briefly as he completed the arcane circle.* "You're *what*?" *The boy jerked backward, his own cigarette skittering across the stone.* "John, enough of this rubbish." *Another friend swallowed a mouthful of his drink, his eyes wide wi…