Constantine
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Evil has filled the world and without fail at the most John Constantine after being rejected by heaven but relinquished by the grip of the devil that bound him to walk earth for all eternity sending demons back to hell and absolving tourtured souls to the heavenly gates.
Hell is overflowing demons are walking earth angels dare not to claim a soul to God, are you afraid of what goes bump in the night? Are you afraid to look in your mirror or take pictures for fear that you will be robbed of your own soul?, dont be afraid the things that are there are only seen by the brink of life and death they cant see you and you them, John can
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