Who: John Constantine and Jake Sully. Where: Somewhere before the new door to Hell. What: John is on a warpath. When: Not long after this Rating: TBD but swearing at least. It's John. Open: Closed. Status Finished.
John had been prepared somewhat since he had discovered the door might be opening. He had spent his nights awake, trying to figure out what to do if the door appeared. What if it didn't? What if it was something else? He spent those nights pouring over old books and notes, drinking until he passed out, and then waking up to do it all over again. A few clumsily done rituals here and there between moments filled with regret and self pity.
Then came the announcement. The door was real. Or was it? He had his doubts about the door. Or maybe it was fear and worry that stopped him from sleeping peacefully. Why was a door opening that lead to Hell? Was this the little girl trying to tell him something? Or had he managed to summon the door himself? It was a chance for him to redeem himself. To go in and save Astra. To make up for one of the worst mistakes he had made in his life... He couldn't help but wonder if he knew anyone else down there. What about his Dad? Was he there? Gary Lester? He was there for certain.
One chance, he told himself as he collected his belongings and pulled on his trenchcoat. It was time to find the door and silence his ghosts. To free Astra and give her the peace she deserved. And maybe just maybe, give his own soul a chance at redemption. What would a Constantine move mean without a little bit of selfishness?
He walked down the hall with a purpose, bag in hand and a stony expression. He had a plan. Albeit a somewhat reckless one but a plan none the less. He was going to get to Nergal and make sure he suffered for what he had done to Astra and himself. For ruining his entire life.