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Leverse Stories - Constantine.
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”My name is John Constantine. I’ve fought off countless demons, vampires, werewolves, jinn, ghosts and ghouls and many other things that go bump in the night. I’ve protected countless cities and towns all across the world from these threats. I’ve lost friends and acquaintances along the way but that hasn’t stopped me from doing what I do best. Many may say I’m the best at what I do but I know that’s a fat load of bollocks. Though it’s true I do many things better than most, to say I’m the best at monster hunting is a bloody misstep and sin in my book. No, there was one man greater than me. This man had me beat on so many things it was a shock when he left this world. Giovanni Zatara was the greatest magician known to man but to those that cared to crack open a book or go searching on the internet knew better. Giovanni, or John as I called him, spent his whole life devoting himself to studying and training in the ‘dark arts’ as many would call them. I always hated that phrase as it truly was a lie. These ‘dark arts’ aloud those with good intention to do good and to call them dark was wrong. Sure there were those that used the abilities as a way to maim others but the amount of those that used them for good were tenfold.
John was the best of those good guys. He knew every spell book, every incantation, every summoning and exercising ritual out there. He was a walking, talking encyclopedia of everything. My knowledge is but a fraction of what he knew. That’s why it was a shock to me when he died. John taught me everything I knew about sending demons back to where they came from. We were on a case about a man that was nailed to his wall. John summoned the demon. I tried to get him to send it back but he was just frozen. He stood there with a look of bewilderment as the demon slashed his chest open. He never made it to the hospital. The bloody spell I tried to use to heal him didn’t even work. Zatara just laid there and bled out. That’s not the way he deserved to go out.
It had been a month since John died when he appeared to me on my roof top. Still not entirely sure if it was really him or just the booze. No matter, I gave him my word as he took his dying breath that I would protect his daughter. She lives in Gotham City, a real far cry from a working city if you ask me. The bloody Batman can’t do bugger all to save this decrepit city from its ways. It’s a wonder that every innocent citizen hasn’t jumped the river to Metropolis by now. Guess it’s a money or pride thing to those that haven’t. Heck, it might even be because they truly think Batman is making a difference.
Anyways, John’s daughter lives in an apartment complex on the corner of Milton and Kane. As far as I can see it’s probably the nicest looking block in the whole city. Must be a safe zone or something. Zatanna lives in apartment sixty-four. The building is well kempt and there is only one homeless man sat outside it. That’s one for this building to the other building’s ten or eleven.
I make my way up to apartment sixty-four and knock on the door.
(Knock! Knock!)
I hear faint steps getting louder and then suddenly the peephole darkens. I smile and wave awkwardly as the light again shines through the peephole. A teenage girl opens the door and shyly looks at me.
”Hello, my name is John Constantine, I was a friend of your father’s…”
“My father? He died when I was a just a baby, why are you here?”
”Uh, can I come in, I’ve got some things I think you need to hear.” I say with a slight smile. She shrilly shakes her head no and frowns. ”Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you, I just need to talk to you a bit.”
I hear some footsteps from inside the room and then I’m met with the sight of a face I haven’t seen in ages.
”Sindella?”
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Technically a Halloween special, but not really... It's just a continuation on my Poorlynamed-Verse stories.
Leverse Stories - Constantine.
Previously (1/3): www.flickr.com/photos/74727595@N05/15728268182/in/album-7...
Previously (2/3): www.flickr.com/photos/74727595@N05/15113665293/in/album-7...
Previously (3/3): www.flickr.com/photos/74727595@N05/28485952850/in/album-7...
”My name is John Constantine. I’ve fought off countless demons, vampires, werewolves, jinn, ghosts and ghouls and many other things that go bump in the night. I’ve protected countless cities and towns all across the world from these threats. I’ve lost friends and acquaintances along the way but that hasn’t stopped me from doing what I do best. Many may say I’m the best at what I do but I know that’s a fat load of bollocks. Though it’s true I do many things better than most, to say I’m the best at monster hunting is a bloody misstep and sin in my book. No, there was one man greater than me. This man had me beat on so many things it was a shock when he left this world. Giovanni Zatara was the greatest magician known to man but to those that cared to crack open a book or go searching on the internet knew better. Giovanni, or John as I called him, spent his whole life devoting himself to studying and training in the ‘dark arts’ as many would call them. I always hated that phrase as it truly was a lie. These ‘dark arts’ aloud those with good intention to do good and to call them dark was wrong. Sure there were those that used the abilities as a way to maim others but the amount of those that used them for good were tenfold.
John was the best of those good guys. He knew every spell book, every incantation, every summoning and exercising ritual out there. He was a walking, talking encyclopedia of everything. My knowledge is but a fraction of what he knew. That’s why it was a shock to me when he died. John taught me everything I knew about sending demons back to where they came from. We were on a case about a man that was nailed to his wall. John summoned the demon. I tried to get him to send it back but he was just frozen. He stood there with a look of bewilderment as the demon slashed his chest open. He never made it to the hospital. The bloody spell I tried to use to heal him didn’t even work. Zatara just laid there and bled out. That’s not the way he deserved to go out.
It had been a month since John died when he appeared to me on my roof top. Still not entirely sure if it was really him or just the booze. No matter, I gave him my word as he took his dying breath that I would protect his daughter. She lives in Gotham City, a real far cry from a working city if you ask me. The bloody Batman can’t do bugger all to save this decrepit city from its ways. It’s a wonder that every innocent citizen hasn’t jumped the river to Metropolis by now. Guess it’s a money or pride thing to those that haven’t. Heck, it might even be because they truly think Batman is making a difference.
Anyways, John’s daughter lives in an apartment complex on the corner of Milton and Kane. As far as I can see it’s probably the nicest looking block in the whole city. Must be a safe zone or something. Zatanna lives in apartment sixty-four. The building is well kempt and there is only one homeless man sat outside it. That’s one for this building to the other building’s ten or eleven.
I make my way up to apartment sixty-four and knock on the door.
(Knock! Knock!)
I hear faint steps getting louder and then suddenly the peephole darkens. I smile and wave awkwardly as the light again shines through the peephole. A teenage girl opens the door and shyly looks at me.
”Hello, my name is John Constantine, I was a friend of your father’s…”
“My father? He died when I was a just a baby, why are you here?”
”Uh, can I come in, I’ve got some things I think you need to hear.” I say with a slight smile. She shrilly shakes her head no and frowns. ”Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you, I just need to talk to you a bit.”
I hear some footsteps from inside the room and then I’m met with the sight of a face I haven’t seen in ages.
”Sindella?”
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Technically a Halloween special, but not really... It's just a continuation on my Poorlynamed-Verse stories.