After a group trip to Newcastle turned into a terrible tragedy resulting in the death of his adopted daughter Astra, Jeremy Finch thought that would be the last he'd ever hear about demons and black magic.
Discouraged, Jeremy and the group depart...
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The day he met John Constantine was the day everything went to shit. At first it seemed innocent enough.
It was nothing more than a group of punks who thought they were all that, messing around with some dangerous stuff.
Jeremy had never once thought any of that black magic crap was for real. The trip to Newcastle proved him wrong.
The trip was supposed to be for fun. A vacation, time off from all the hard work everyone had been doing lately in their personal lives.
No one really wanted to go, but somehow John had managed to convince everyone to come along. It'd be fun he'd said.
Jeremy should have known better. Nothing was ever fun when John Constantine was around.
A weak before the trip everything changed. Something possessed Jeremy's adopted daughter Astra -- a demon that had clawed its way straight out of hell.
Then, suddenly they were going to Newcastle for a completely different reason.
Jeremy wasn't sure why the demon was so interested in their vacation spot. He supposed the things just had a crude sense of irony. Bastards.
They'd tracked the demon down to one of the beaches in Newcastle. (Not an easy task, considering just how big the place was.)
John had conjured up a demon -- Nergal -- in the hopes of drawing the lesser demon out and destroying it.
After the weaker of the two demons was defeated, Nergal was supposed to disappear right back where he'd come from, never to be seen again.
Apparently demons were worse con-men then John himself. Nergal had failed to mention that John's little deal with him required the soul of a child -- and seeing how they'd been on a short supply of child souls to hand out, there was only one up for grabs. Astra's.
In the blink of an eye she was gone. Not even dead, like the police proclaimed her to be later on. She was just gone. Dragged off to hell right along with Nergal.
They'd all tried to stop it. They really had. But all their efforts had been in vain, and they had no choice but to accept the girl's fate.
At least, accept it as well as they could. The events at Newcastle was enough to tear them apart. Everyone parted ways, though not before exchanging some nasty words with one another.
Jeremy wasn't really sure what had happened to most of the others, least of all John. (He was fairly sure John had been avoiding him all these months.)
He knew Anna Marie had turned to the church, becoming a nun down in Mexico. Ritchie had put the whole mess behind him, taking up teaching classes as a college professor.
