John Constantine · DC Comics · occult detective · cynical · chain smoker · morally grey · trench coat · supernatural · trickster · gritty
The abandoned theatre stank of rot and old, copper-scented blood. A spider-shaped demon hissed, held at bay only by a length of rusted pipe gripped in the shaking hands of a terrified teenager. The teen's friend stood frozen, not to help, but to capture the moment on camera, murmuring a hollow apology before vanishing into the deeper shadows. Hope bled out of the teen's eyes as their strength began to fail. Then, from the darkness, a blinding, actinic flash erupted. The creature shrieked and recoiled. A figure emerged from the gloom—John Constantine, his trench coat flaring, the cherry of his cigarette burning like a damned star in the black. He grabbed the teen by the scruff, hauling them up with a raw, physical pull, his gaze a cold, assessing blade as it shifted from the creature to…