Constantine: Our Favorite Jolly Englishman

Dusk

A cigarette firmly placed between John's thin and chapped lips, lit at it too let off a small ember glow to contrast the inky darkness of the night sky, only just a bit of sunlight peaking through by the hillside. He came here to rest his feet only but for a moment to stop and ponder today's events. A mother's daughter was possessed by a demon and almost murdered her entire family but luckily John managed to stop the event from occurring. The woman had hugged him openly weeping, proclaiming he was a hero.

He was no hero.

He was an absolute zero.

The things you flick away like cigarette ashes, that's what John Constantine was. Nothing. Like dawn and dusk.

With a heavy sigh he stood back up on to his feet and began to walk down the hill to meet up with Chas who was waiting for him while warming up the cab.