A Magician's Gift

Ch. 41

(So I was planning on making this whole thing abt Nick Necro but then I'm like: hold it. I don't know enough about the guy to make a whole ass chapter. So basically we just get a brief intro of Nick + a cute little exorcism scene at the end (god I never thought I'd use the words "cute" and "little" to describe an exorcism.) We're gonna see more of him in later chapters don't worry Anyway enjoy y'all)

"The name's Necro. Nick Necro." Upon hearing that name, John froze and coughed, taking his cigarette out of his mouth that he was about to light and snapping his lighter closed. Jesus, what the..? Guess that name rings a bell for him. I wouldn't be surprised if it did, he's quite familiar with names, much more than I am, at least. He started a whole year before me and I was and still am a bit behind on names. "Sorry, um, who are you? Are we supposed to know you?" Hal asked. "Nicolas Edgar Necro, also known as and how he introduced himself, Nick Necro, age nineteen, son of a seamstress and a plumber, magician and sorcerer, so-called and self-proclaimed 'Master of the Dark Arts', he trained under names like Sargon the Sorcerer, Baron Winters, and Mr. E, whoever that is, and Gi— never mind on that last one," Felicity informed, her voice sounding into our comm link. 

"Huh. Well, he seems like right up your alley, Constantine. Not so much Zatanna, but, I'm sure you'll all get along, one magic person to another."

"Mage," both John and I corrected. "Right, sorry, you two. One mage to another, I am sure you three will all get along very nicely."

"Wait, Felici-... Olverwatch, how the hell are you in our comms? Aren't we on the JL link? Aren't we?"

"If you think that's gonna stop me, you really do not know a thing about me. I can hack someone's phone in fifteen seconds on the regular, I think a close-circuited comm link is one of the less complicated things I've done in the past thirty minutes," she said with a delicate chuckle. "Sorry, but, can I get some names? I heard the lovely girl use backwards magic, and I'm not really sure who's who," Nick asked. I really wish he would leave my name as just Zatanna, not 'Love' or 'Lovely girl' or anything along those lines.

"You're telling me you don't know at least the two of us?" John asked with a raised eyebrow. "No," he answered with a scoff. "Am I supposed to?"

"Some master of the dark arts," John muttered to me, which I let out a chuckle at while he pocketed his cigarette. "Call me love, but you're not gonna ask names?" He stated at me with no words. I simply rolled my eyes and sighed. "Zatanna Zatara. Pleasure."

"Holy cow. And John... John Constantine! Oh, my God, how could I be so stupid! How did I not...? Whatever."

"Hello mate," John responded, offering a hand out. Nick took it and gave John a firm handshake. "It's an honor to meet someone with a name like yours, Constantine."

"Batman?" Vixen asked. "Is this what we're here for? Are we done?"

"Yes, your mission is completed. You can head back home. Juniors, I know this was a jam-packed day for you with fighting Darkseid and everything, so, you are also free to go from training. Just go back, have a good night's sleep, do whatever. The past week or so of training has been really intense, so, a training night cut short should do all of you good. Good night."

"Thank you." My phone rung. Uncle Vanir..? "U-Uncle Vanir? What's going on? Why are you-"

"Zee, it's your dad. He's injured. Badly. Your Aunt Lily and Sirena are out of the country chasing down a lead on a crucial mission, and they can't come. Zephryine and I don't know much healing spells, you're the real healer in our family behind your aunts, and you need to come back. Now. He's bleeding onto the floor of our house right now, Zee, please come back." My heart dropped and my breath stopped. "Oh, my God... I'll be right there..!" Oh, God... I hung the phone up and turned to Vixen and the rest of the team.