Who: John Constantine, Mazikeen What: Playing a game. Where: Decadence When: 10/30 Monday night Rating: Well, it’s unlikely to be low.
He’d told himself that he was out of the game — had made something of a promise, really. Magic got him nowhere good ever. Things only ended up bloody and dire when he got into it — people ended up dead. Like Cheryl. And if no one had deserved a shite fate, it’d been his sister. That one was going to sit with him for a while. Forever, maybe. And he’d damn well deserve it. John knew that. Expected nothing less.
So he’d called it quits.
And then not a goddamned day later, not even twenty four hours after he’d showed up in this new place, he was back at it again. Going off to the Devil’s club (newly renamed, apparently Lux was on the outs and Decadence was the new thing) to play a cat and mouse game with a demon.
Fucking hypocrite. John was well aware he was an absolute piece of shit. Not that the knowledge stopped him any.
Taking one last long drag of his cigarette before flicking the rest of it out onto the street, John was still exhaling a plume of smoke when he entered the building.