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"You were right, Love. We do need each other to survive," he told me before kissing me again, deeper this time.
"Is this- is this...oh, God... is this really the best place to fuck, John?" I asked through light moans. "Good a place as ever, I'd reckon. We did clear this place from ghosts, correct?"
"Yes, but don't you feel a bit weird? Isn't- aren't you scared that the floor will condemn or something? I mean, this place seems pretty... pretty dangerous to even be standing in, let alone being fucked in, especially by you."
"Oh, an' what's that supposed to mean?"
"You take me hard. When we fuck, well, I'm honestly surprised we don't break some walls. Hell, I think I remember breaking a few."
"Ah, c'mon, Love," he urged, pulling me in for a kiss.
Don't succumb to him.
Don't.
Do—
Then his lips met mine, and everything was perfect.
Everything was fiery, passionate, and so damn hurried, like we were the last people on earth, like this was the final sex before death.
Considering our professions? It might as well be.
God, I love him.
So damn much.
I'll never admit it, but, I fucking well do.
I'll love him to the end of the world and beyond that, but, I know we aren't meant to be.
If we were, we wouldn't be put through the demons of the world, through the nightmares and the horrors that most can't even fathom.
And some of them aren't even magical-related.
If we were meant to be, well, let's just say that he wouldn't have told me to fuck off three years straight while he wasn't getting any better.
"Oh, God, John," I moaned out against the hardwood floor.
This is what I've wanted my whole life...
Someone to stay by my side, be there for pleasure and to count on when things get hard...
"I love you," I remember saying.
After that, well, the next thing I see is the ceiling of some room I don't recognize. "Holy motherfucking shi—"
"We're in the motel room. Ready to steal from the Royal Family?" John asked. "What kind of question is that? I'm never ready. You do the illegal, messy shit of the job, and I handle the people talk. I just want to fucking get this over with. I just took this because it gets me out of some fight with Bruce."
"So, how we gettin' in?"
"We could sneak in, the good old-fashioned way, or... we could use one of those probably thousands of magical artifacts you have stashed in your trench coat to get in with a fake invitation."
"Could also hit up Charlie-O an' the rest of the barmy gits on the Waverider for a bit of 'elp," John suggested. "That would work. But, do we really want to go to them?"
"Not really."
"That's what I thought. If we get tossed out the first time—"
"Not if you're here."
"Like I said, if we get tossed out, then we can call the Legends."
"We might need to change our appearance since people will... definitely recognize me and most likely recognize you," I pointed out. "Bloody fucking Anne."
"Hey, don't blame her. We would probably have to change regardless because of me."
"True."
"What time is it supposed to start? Around... six, I'm assuming?"
"Spot on."
"Great. We've got... eight hours then. What do you think we should do in that time?" I asked. "Well, I could show you around Britain and show you where I got in trouble an' where to do some other fun shite."
"Fat chance."
"I did tell you that I wanted a normal day?"
"And we ended up having sex in a centuries-old mansion that we just took a shite ton of ghosts out of the house when you said you wanted a normal day," he said with a smirk. "Oh, shut it."
"It's the truth, though."
"Fine. Have it your way. Lead the way," I told him.
I got out of bed and waved a hand over my body, changing into some other outfit. White corset top, black skirt, denim jacket.
"I need to get some more exorcism shite, anyway," he said, picking up his shirt and throwing his trench coat on before turning to me. "John?" I asked after a few seconds of silence of him just staring at me. "You're... you're..."
"Stunning? I know."
"You're fucking beautiful."
I smirked back. "Called it. C'mon, conman."
We were out of the room in the next few minutes.
"I take it you enjoyed your night?" The receptionist asked with a smirk.
Well, she obviously heard us.
"Yes, thank you," I smiled at her and followed John out the door.
We walked a while until we found some shady-ass place. "Where the fuck is this?"
"Hey, you asked me to show you around."
"Doesn't mean I want to get kidnapped," I argued before a voice yells out. "Place's closed! Sod off!"
"'S me, mate!"
"Sorry, John! Be there in a second!"
"What I bloody thought," John muttered.
"Should I be concerned that you know whoever runs this store this well?"
"Not any more than you should be when I'm involved."
"So, yes."
Someone comes out a few minutes later. "Hello there, Johnny boy. How you doing?"
"Does everyone call you that?"
"Jus' about."
"And who might this be?"
"Name's Sabrina. Friend of John's."
I continued smiling. "What're you doing here? Haven't seen you for a while."
"Sorry, Jakey. Been a while since I was in Britain. Need a few refills an' the sort, though."
"You gonna pay me in real money this time, Johnny?"
"Of course, mate. When have I not?"
"Every bloody time, just about."
"Fine, fine."
He turned to me, and I just laughed. "Nope. You dragged me here, pay for this your own damn self."
"Oh, c'mon."
"You don't have an excuse. Actually, I'm gonna go around and see this country for myself. Find me when you're done."
I'm just gonna go around and hunt for something to wear tonight.
My phone buzzed. "What the..."
Mera: What are you doing right now? (Haven't talked to you in a while, just wanted to know how you're doing)
League business. Well, it's a job I took to get out of a yelling from Bruce with John.
Mera: so basically
Basically don't question it. I need to go now. Talk to you later
Mera: you're doing something illegal, aren 't you?
Is shopping for a dress illegal?
Mera: You're gonna do something illegal after, then?
...
Mera: I'll take that as a yes. Don't get thrown in jail. See you when you get back
Yeah, see you.
Twenty minutes or less later of browsing for a dress, my phone rings.
"What the f—" I started before checking it.
Of course it's John.
"John, what'd you do this time, dumbass?" I questioned, already assuming the worst.
"Are you Zatanna Zatara?"
"H- hi, who are you? Why do you have my... boyfriend's phone?"
"I'm going to assume you know John Constantine."
I sighed, knowing what this meant. "Unfortunately."
"Alright. Well, we are with the London PD. He is currently in our custody."
"Shit, I leave him for twenty damn minutes to go find a dress and he gets himself arrested. What'd my stupid boyfriend do?" I asked before correcting myself. "Scratch that, wrong question. How much is the bail?"
"Bail's £370, and he was charged with breaking and entering and money fraud."
"And that is...?" I asked. The man on the other side sighed. "Yanks," he muttered. "OI! GEORGE! 3-70 in Yanks! Tis' it?!" He shouted. After a few seconds, he responded. "$510."
"Thanks. Where is the... the station?"
"601 Dundas St."
"Thank you, sir." I hung up the phone. "I can not fucking believe you, John Constantine. I give you twenty minutes alone with a friend, and you get yourself fucking arrested," I muttered before feeling a headache. "Ugh... right. There's still a man inside my personal dimension."
I teleported back in to the room. "Nruter," I muttered, throwing the guy out.
And then we've got a dead person on the bed.
Never fucking mind.
I just teleport him into an empty grave and teleport myself to a few minutes away from the police station.
And I also have to get actual pounds instead of dollars. Wonderful.
Five minutes later, I'm there.
I rung the bell. "Hello, I'm—"
"Well, hello gorgeous."
"Look, I just- I just want to bail my boyfriend out of here."
Then his face changed quick as hell.
"Name?"
"Here's the money, please let him out. Blonde, wears a trench coat, probably cussed out half of your police force so far. Thank you."
"Will do, Love." I smiled at him.
John came out a few minutes later.
"Hello, Zee."
"John, I left you alone for twenty minutes. How did you manage to get arrested?" I asked, already dragging him outside. "Oh, Jakey boy's jus' pissed as a bitch. What were ya doin'?"
"Getting an idea for a damn dress for tonight."
"Right. An' that is... how many hours away?" John asked. "Bout 7. Do you need to pick up anything else or are we done?"
"Nah, I got everythin' I need from Jake."
"Great. Come on. I'd like to have an actual dress for this one. Magic doesn't last forever."
So I end up dragging him around to various dress stores and the sort. "Should've bloody said I needed more shite," he muttered. "Yeah, I'm not leaving you alone. I don't need to spend any more money bailing your useless ass out of jail. Let's go. I'm not even sure how you got thrown in for breaking and entering, but, you did."
"Turns out, Jake's been dead for a few years. I pissed him off when I didn't pay him in actual money, so, I just took it and booked it. Bloody prat called the filth on me."
"Isn't he dead?"
"They can manipulate electronics, that sort of shite."
"Right. So, why were you thrown in with breaking and entering, again?" I asked as I flipped through the dresses.
"Parently, I was trespassing on private land when I popped into a dead man's store."
"And that makes... so much sense."
I spotted some other thing. "I'm sorry, who would even buy that?" I motioned to it. "Don't know."
"Okay, fuck this," I said after a few minutes of looking at the price tags.
£600 for a fucking strapless black dress.
"No way I'm paying this much for a dress. Next store."
We walked in and it was so much nicer.
Person was way nicer too, didn't judge John on the fact that he was wearing a legit trench coat.
Found something under $500, actually surprisingly hard to find.
A midnight-blue dress with one shoulder strap and adorned with diamonds that gave off a galaxy feeling.
"That looks gorgeous, probably more so on you."
I smiled at him. "You know, we are done for the day. Want to do other stuff?"
"Other stuff being..."
"Sex or sightseeing, your pick."
"Second."
"I'm surprised."
"I can't imagine you're not sore from our... adventures yesterday."
"Oh, I am but I just don't particularly care. You usually don't."
We walked over to the cashier and I paid for it with actual money, despite the glares John was giving me. "£300, please."
I handed her the money. "When did you have the time to get money into pounds?"
"When I had to bail you out of jail..?" I trailed off. "Right."
I put the dress in some limbo for later and followed John out the door.
"Oh, whatever happened to the bloke who made the necklace?" He asked, throwing an arm around me. "Pulled him out of the limbo and he was... dead. He was dead. Yeah. I... I put him in an empty grave, created one of them. The dark- dark magic, it- it was keeping him alive. Once it was gone, his... his throat, it was slit. I think he took his own life but the magic kept him alive."
"Well that's morbid. Sorry you had to see that."
"I'm fine."
"Damn straight you are. I'm jus' wonderin' if you're alright. Cos not everyone 'ere is cut out to see that shite."
"Stop trying to pretend you're actually concerned for me, I know you damn aren't."
"I am."
"And you're a liar."
"Fine. Let me prove it t' ya, then." He held my hand and teleported us to some other place, damn high. "Hey, where- where is this?"
"Your dad was on your ass for not havin' some fairy-tale boyfriend for the last... fuck, since you started datin' Oliver, probably."
"Yeah, and I didn't care what he said when I was fifteen, and I still don't give a shit about what he thinks. I might love you, but, you piss me off way too much right now."
"Jus- jus' look, Love," he said, holding onto my shoulders. I did, and saw the most beautiful sight I could ever imagine. "What is this?"
"What'dya think it is, Love?"
"It's beautiful," I whispered.
"It is, innit?"
It was quiet for a few seconds, and that was perfect. "You know that feeling you're gettin' right now? That's what I get... everytime I see you."
I look back at him with a smile. "Who are you, and what the fuck have you done with the asshole I loved for years?"
"Why can't you jus' accept the fact that I've bloody well loved you?"
"Maybe due to the fact that you're known to be a liar and a conman, also due to the fact that you told me to fuck off for three years in a row, despite knowing damn well that I could protect myself?"
"Okay, yeah, I admit, I fucked up in the past. But, believe me, Zee. I love you."
"In the past?"
"Alright, I still fuck everything I touch up. An' I'm sorry for that. I wish we could be together. Just one more chance?" He asked, moving me to face him, placing our foreheads together. He looked into my eyes, and we kissed.
"I love you," I whispered into his lips.
He took my jacket off and threw it on the ground before running his hands all around my chest.
God, I love him...
I snapped my fingers and we teleported into the room.
Or what I thought was.
We ended up in the lobby, and we quickly pulled away.
"Sorry."
She glanced up at us with a raised eyebrow. "What the bird said."
Non-verbal magic isn't always the most accurate.
I smiled apologetically at her.
"No, no, quite alright."
We get into our room, and fall into that same routine of kisses and moaning.
I don't even know how long it's been.
It's nice having the full day just to ourselves.
"John," I said through breathy moans, after I don't even know how many orgasms, realizing that it was probably almost time for us to go.
"What, Love?"
"We have something to do. Stealing."
"Bloody hell..."
"Yeah. C'mon." I pushed him off of me and grabbed the dress out. "Give me a second to change. And you should, too."
"Whatever. 'M fine with what I'm wearin'. I'll find a backup plan if we get tossed out, which we shouldn't. I'll find somethin' else to work on, let me know once you're ready."
"Yeah." I kissed his cheek then headed into the bathroom.
I put the dress on and stepped back out.
"Wow, Love..."
"What?" I asked, running my hands through my hair.
"No-nothin'. I found a way in for backup if we get tossed out."
"Great." I took his hand in mine. "Ready?"
"As I'll ever be."
"Tropelet."
I teleported us a few blocks away from the place and walked in with the rest of them, John's arm in mine.
I don't like this, but hey, it'll make us look more in-place.
Well, we look weird enough. John's wearing his normal clothes, and I'm wearing some expensive-ass dress.
Very balanced.
We walked up and someone stopped us. "Hello."
"'Ello."
"Invitation, please."
John reached into his pocket and pulled out the same card.
"'Ere. What, don't believe me?" John scoffed. "Based on how you're dressed, I don't blame him," I muttered. "Not everyone can be a fucking goddess like you can, Love," he muttered back as we walked in.
I was...
Immediately blown away.
"Woah."
"Alright, where's the girl?"
"And... that's the first thing you go for?" I grabbed two glasses of champagne. "The first fucking thing you go for? Can't we just chill? Take things a little... slower?" I asked, running my hand down his arm.
"Goin' like that, then?" He responded with a smirk. I sighed a heavy sigh in return. "John."
"What?"
I rolled my eyes. "You're impossible, John."
"Works, doesn't it?"
I just rolled my eyes. "Alright. Wohs eht ecalkcen," I muttered. "Thought we were doin' this the normal way."
"If you have a better way, feel free to tell me, yeah?"
An image of the princess flashed in my head.
Dead.
Holding the necklace.
Oh, no.
I was pulled out of my vision, and I almost fell while screaming. "Oh, God, no... God, dear God, no!"
"Zee! Zee. Hey, Zee, Love, you're- you're alright," he told me, holding me from falling.
"You're okay. What happened?" He asked, bringing me back upright and holding me close. "What'd ya see, Love?"
"P- Princess Charlotte.... she was- she was- Oh, God, John, she was- she was dead. John, we have to help her."
"Love, that might not happen for a while."
"John, no- n-no. It's not gonna happen in the future, I just- I- I know it. It's gonna happen soon, we've gotta go."
And just like that, the higher-ups that look special and important were whispered something and quickly ran up. "See?" I asked. "Doesn't mean anythin'. And, for the record, you're no Zed. I appreciate the effort, but, I don't mean t' be rude, your visions aren't exactly point-accurate, Love."
"I'm sure about this one, John," I repeated, now hearing a scream from upstairs. "Like I said."
"Alright, ya might be right."
"Thank you."
I almost went up and tried to follow them, but then John stopped me. "Wait, Zee."
"What?"
"We might want t' go aroun' this like our usual selves now."
"Oh, and why again?"
"They're more likely to let actual magicians in rather than two random people, as sweet an' amazin' as you look right now."
"Right. Thank you."
I waved a hand over myself and was transformed into my normal face. "Haven't seen that for a while. Jus' as gorgeous."
"Shut up, I- c'mon, let's go."
We walked up, then the guy stopped us. "This area's restricted."
"Saw some people running over here and up the stairs. Just want to check, yeah?" I asked. "Name?"
"Z- Zatanna. He's John Constantine. Can- can we go? I'm just making sure that everyone's alright."
"I'm sorry, I can't."
"Was 'opin we didn't have to do this the hard way, but, here we are. Wanna do the honors?"
I smiled at him and then punched the guy in the face.
He fell down with one go. "Well he's a wimp," I muttered. "Bloody hell. Remind me to never get on your bad side, yeah?"
"Too late."
We walked up the stairs, discreetly, of course, and saw something absolutely terrifying.
The girl was upside down, in an upside-down bridge, her eyes straight-up black with her neck turned around 180 degrees and on the corner of the ceiling.
"John."
"Nothin' outta the ordinary, don't worry, Love." He walked in with a fucking smirk.
A royal princess is on the ceiling, being possessed, and he is fucking walking in there with a smirk. "Outta the room, 'Tanna an' I've got this," John said. I walked in after.
"I'm so sorry, I- we can help her. He definitely didn't say that the best. We can help Charlotte."
"Americans... why- why are you here?"
"Zee had some prophetic vision, so, came over 'ere jus' to make sure that everythin' all fine an' good, so, 'ere we are. It isn't. So. Here we are. Now, we can help. Please get out of the room, we'll handle this. Also, who the bloody hell you callin' a Yank, mate?"
"N-no. I want to stay here. M- my sister... I- I want to be here for her."
"Look... kid... I love your enthusiasm and support, I'm the same way, but, we can't allow you to stay."
"What she said. I've seen this go horribly wrong before, an' that's with people who typically deal with this. You don't want to stay here, trust me," John told him. "But-"
"Please, Louis."
"Fine."
I smiled at him. "Thank you. John, let's get started."
He nodded at me and then turned to the girl. "I'm addressing the entity inside Charlotte Mountbatten-Windsor."
"John Constantine," she growled. "John, it knows you," I told him. "No shit they do. If they don't, I don't know what kind of demon fuck they are, but they're doin' somethin' wrong."
"John, that's not something you should be-"
"Shut up an' lemme do my work, yeah? Either 'elp me or jus' be quiet, alright?"
"Fine."
Then something flashed before my eyes.
Rachel, screaming in pain as she lost control, black tendrils of magic flying everywhere, the decomposed bodies of the Titans on the floor.
Oh, God...
I screamed and walked back into a wall.
"Rachel! Oh, God, please..." I whimpered. "Zee! Y' alright, Love?"
"Rachel... it's- it's Rachel... oh, God..."
"One problem at a time, alright, Love?"
I nodded my head and ignited sparks of magic in my palms. "Yeah... sounds- sounds good."
"You alright?"
"I'm fine."
Then I had some... some another voice.
This time, it was Zed's.
"Zatanna..."
"Zed? Where the-"
"Love... Zed's dead. She's been dead. I can't fucking... I can't bloody hell handle this bastard on my own. I would like some backup in case if I can't."
"Help Rachel... she slips from the-"
"God!! Just og yawa!!" I yelled, clearing my head. I turned back to John and sighed. "Ready."
"Great. Alright. Say your name before shite gets ugly, fuckin' bastard."
"John Constantine."
"That's my name. Now, what's yours?"
"Could it have helped to see what was inside the Black Orlov or the Prince's Ruby before coming here?"
"No need. With this shite, I've got got this, Love. I'm addressing the monk's spirit that resides in the Black Orlov diamond. I command you, release yourself from the body of Charlotte Mountbatten-Windsor. Come into me. I am a vessel, a willing one."
"John, what the hell are you-"
"nullo modo Eo retro in omnibus vas, Constantius," the girl snarled back.
"Well, too bad, I don't give a flying rat's arse what you do or don't want to do. Either you get back into the fucking jewel, or you come into me. An' I'll say this much, my body's much more enjoyable than some musty gem. Jus' ask Zee, she'll tell ya."
"Why do you- John, this is not the smartest way to go," I advised gently. "'Ey, shut it. With a bloke as old as this one is, well, it's better t' have it inside ya an' deal with it there than attempt to kick it in the original thing an' away from the poor sod that's bein' possessed," he argued. "Not the best argument."
"Point is, Love, this is better than tryna' do things the other way. Now, would ya shut it an' let me do this? Go help the Roth girl."
"That's not how we work, John," I reminded. "Then shut up an' let me get possessed. Or do I have t' drug you?"
"I'm fine, than you, John. You don't have to- wait, you have before?"
"Who hasn't before?"
"Uh... hello?"
"Right. Well, not every- you sure you didn't before with Nick?"
"Whatever. Not important right now. C'mon. Let's just-" Then some motherfucking crown flew at my head. "Holy shit. Let's focus on that, then."
"Yeah. No more fuckin' around. You're in a little girl right now, I think that counts as a vessel. Mind sayin' your name, bloody arsehole?"
"Never," the girl snarled. "Oh, bet. Anankáste to pnévma mésa sto mávro petrádi orlov na dilósei to ónoma kai ton skopó tou," John said while holding up a cross to the girl's face.
She roared in response before snarling out a name. "Triskele."
"Oh, it's you."
"You know them?"
"Know is a light term, Love. This bastard's a succubus queen," John explained. "And why do you know a fucking succubus queen?"
"Better you not know, love," he said to me before turning back to the girl.
"Enough playin' around, Tris! Get the fuck out of the girl, why don't you?" John asked with that infuriating smirk of his. "Make me, Constantine."
"Suit yourself. Perenesi korolevu sukkubov Triskele iz kamnya Chernogo Orlova v moye telo!" John yelled as a bright light filled the room.
The light faded, and then Charlotte started dropping to the ground. "Charlotte!" I yelled, catching her as she fell.
This has got to be one of the dumbest plans John has ever executed.
I tried to run outside with Charlotte, but, I couldn't. "What the..." I started, but then realized why she couldn't leave. "You're not going anywhere, girlie," a demonic voice sounded from inside my lovely companion.
"Give me a minute, then you can fight me, bitch," I told her with a smirk on my face before I held my hand out and shouted a simple "NIARTSER!"
I ripped the choker off of Charlotte's neck and threw it into a small pocket dimension that only I could access. I'll retrieve it later and give it Liv. No way I'm letting this girl be in harm's way. I'll deal with this bitch later, I need to get her out of here.
I opened the door as this bitch roared, trying to get out off my spell, and then I shut it behind me, locking it with magic that a demon can't bypass.
"Got your daughter. Don't go into that room until I come out again, there's still a demon in there."
"What is- what happened?"
"Princess Charlotte's necklace is cursed, forged from two of the most hunted gems in existence, which held Triskele, the queen of the succubi inside, who ended up possessing your daughter," I quickly explained before I felt something break, figuring that my shield spell on Triskele broke. "I need to go back in there to deal with her, do not go in until I say you can. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Good."
I teleported myself back into the room and behind the bitch. "Looking for me, Triskele?"
"The Zatara whore," she snarled. "Funny, that's coming from a succubus. Isn't your whole... thing seducing men?"
"Besides the point, Zatara. Speaking of, how do you feel about me and your boyfriend?"
"Couldn't care less about who he fucks. We're done, been done," I told her, igniting sparks of magic in my palms. "However, I do care about what happens to him. We have the world to save, and unfortunately, as much as I want him to get what's coming to him, there's a lot of other people that need his help, and he can't really help them if he's dead. So, do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?" I asked, lighting sparks of magic in my palms. "I'd rather be sent to the Lord's domain."
"Suit yourself, bitch," I spit out before cracking my knuckles and neck, ready to fight this bitch to get my stupid... whatever he is out of this.
"NOMMUS!" I shouted, a vessel to hold her momentarily appearing in my hands. "A jar? Really, Zatara?"
"Believe it. Lecnac," I chanted, undoing the shield that was around John. "You can't fucking hurt me. I'm inside your little boytoy, and you need him alive."
"Yeah, this was one of John's less-genius plans, even less than they usually are. Tcartxe eht subuccus neeuq eleksirT tuo fo nhoJ enitnatsnoC dna otni siht lessev!" I shout, John's mouth opening and a black shadow coming out of it, the wind whipping and deafening. The shadow went into the jar, thankfully. "Nepo a latrop ot lleh dna dnes eleksirT kcab erehw ehs sgnoleg!" I shouted, my eyes undoubtedly going some shade of white or blue, my magic enhancing jewelry glowing bright as the room lit up in a blinding display of light.
When the light dimmed, all that was left was John, about to fall over as I rushed over and caught him. "You're stupid, you know that?"
"Yeah, well aware, Love."
We walked out to her family. "It's dealt with," John told the family, an unlit cigarette in his mouth.
"Thank you for your service."
"Don't mention it. All in a day's work," he answered for me. "Will Charlotte be alright?"
"Yes. She will be." I offered the family a smile before turning to John. "Guess we gotta get back to Liv?"
"Yeah."
"We must be on our way."
"Well, thank you for saving our little girl," the Queen said, holding Charlotte closer to her. "Of course," I responded before opening a portal to wherever Liv is, the both of us stepping through.
"A warning would be nice next time, Constantine."
"Sorry, love. Zee's secured the shit, by the way."
"Where is it?"
I pulled the necklace from the pocket dimension, it appearing in my hands. "Here."
"Did you figure out who made it?"
"Somewhat. Still need us to figure that out?"
"Preferably," she answered before my League alert went off on my phone. "What?"
"There's a situation in Gotham."
"How pressing is the matter?"
"It's the demon."
Fuck.
"Alright. Constantine and I will be there shortly." I turned back to Liv. "Listen, we need to deal with some shit for the League. We'll pick this back up once we deal with this demon."
"I understand. Go save the world."
"You know, you never did tell me if that discovery spell worked," John said offhandedly, lighting his cigarette while I opened a portal.
"Neron."
"Fuck."