From Shadows it came.

From Shadows it came.

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Amaryllis Kinross. A young girl gifted with the ability of sight, yet never taught how to use this gift. Not properly. John Constantine. A man who is often surrounded by tradgety and death. He covers this with alchohol, smoking, and being the rude wise cracking warlock we love. Fate intertwines their fate along with anothers. Will it make things better or worse? The future is always weaving and unfolding. The slightest thing setting it for a new course. Old demons come to haunt and new ones come to claim the innocent. By the time most know where the future is headed it can be too late. Some things are already unfolding for the course you nudged it into mindlessly.
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John didn't ask for this. He didn't sign up to be a hero, a savior, or whatever nonsense the universe seemed to have in mind. Time travel was complicated enough without stumbling across imprisoned magical deities. Yet, here he was-an unwilling do-gooder with a growing list of freed gods, spirits, and eldritch beings who now owed him favors. Not that John wanted their help. He just wanted a quiet life, free from divine drama and cosmic messes. But no, every time he turned around, there was another desperate deity locked up in some ancient relic or cursed dimension. He tried ignoring them. He really did. But then guilt-or perhaps sheer bad luck-always dragged him back. Now he's neck-deep in magical debts, interdimensional grudges, and a timeline so tangled it could strangle a lesser man. The gods might call him a savior, but John knows the truth: he's just tired. Tired of time travel. Tired of magic. And most of all, tired of being the universe's go-to handyman. Someone, please, save *him* this time. Before he snaps and uses all those favors to take a permanent vacation in a timeline where none of this exists. If such a place even exists anymore.

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