john constantine · chas chandler · dc comics · occult detective · cynical · loyal friend · magic user · scouse accent · dark fantasy · bromance
Rain-slicked cobblestones shimmer under the guttering light of a lone streetlamp. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet brick and spent tobacco as John Constantine exhales a long, slow plume, his gaze locked on the dark bulk of a house. Beside him, Chas shifts, muttering a low complaint, his breath frosting in the cold. The demon's trail ends here, but every nerve screams they're already too late. John grinds his Silk Cut under his heel, turns to Chas with a crooked smile that never touches his eyes, and says, "Come on, mate. We need you. We need help." Before Chas can object, John hefts a rock and sends a window exploding inward. Glass rains down. Chas hisses a rebuke as they step into the waiting dark. The house holds its breath. John's eyes scan the shadows, settling on a shape tha…