Moonlight - or rather, Magnus - liked to go out for a smoke in the pub once in a while, especially when the pack and Father Imperator were being too much. This particular place was a favourite because it was accepting and had his favourite flavours of cider.
Magnus walked into the establishment, cane in hand and fully glamoured, and limped over to the bar. He sat down and lit himself a cigarette, beginning to smoke as he placed an order for a beer. Moonlight loved being Magnus, being human, and nights like these when he could pretend.
- @ask-moonlight-ghoul
Constantine was already at the bar, cigarette between two fingers as he downed half a pint in one go. While the ghoul hadn't sat next to him, or really anywhere near him, he could see straight through that glamour like it wasn't even there. "Oh, bloody Hell," He grumbled under his breath, far too tired to deal with another evil so soon after the last one. "Can I not just 'ave one good night to m'self? Is that too much t'ask from you lot?" He asked, scowling at Moonlight from a few stools over.
— 📺🗞️ Closed RP Starter part of the Deadstantine Storyline w/ @the-last-laughing-magician , @the-whiz-kid , (and maybe @darkzatanna)
"Miss Feig? Mara? Mara Feig?"
Mara's eyebrows creased as she exited the convenience store, a hand instinctively moving across her body to cover her ribs. "Whose asking?" The woman let out, her grip around her grocery bag tightening. Metropolis had always been so much safer at night than Gotham that she'd never really been afraid to get snacks late night before. Cautious, certainly. She was still a woman. Black at that. She knew that at best her disappearance would be considered statistics unless her father somehow intervened.
"Ah, I'm sorry Miss Feig, I don't mean to frighten you."
Mara chuckled. "Says the man appearing to me in the middle of the night cloaked in darkness, my name in his mouth."
The male chuckled. "Ah yes, you have a certain way with words, Miss Feig."
"That was just an assessment but thank you. I still don't know your name and have not quite gotten a good look at your face. So unless you are about to tell me your name and offer some ID to back up that claim, and a good reason as to why you're waiting on me, I don't think I will be budging from in front of this convenience store."
"It's about John Constantine."
"What about John?" Mara asked, a tinge of concern colouring her words.
"Mr Constantine was recently found dead in a warehouse in Florida." The man declared, seemingly unbothered as he held up a picture between his index and middle finger. "Let's just say my organisation, had a hand in his current state."
Mara swallowed thickly. "And so? What do you want from me?" The journalist forced out, trying to seem calmer than she felt. "Because if you think John told me anything of importance about his magic or his finances, you have got our relationship very very wrong I'm afraid."
The man chuckled. "No, Miss Feig. See, you, are bait."
"Excuse me? Bait for whom? He's dead."
"Details. Also not quite. But as you said, you don't know magic, do you? Not that it matters since it's not for him."
"Hum if the goal is to get to Superman, then you got the wrong newspaper. I'm not from the Daily Planet."
"Oh Miss Feig, you underestimate how much people care about you. Where does this lack of self-confidence come from? We didn't get the wrong person, you are the right one. Also, we're not aiming for Superman. No. We're going for someone a bit more... magical." The man declared and winked. "Now I know you're going through different scenarios in your head, like, do I try to run? With the recent surgery that'd be hard. Do I go back inside the store? Decent attempt. But then, you'd be endangering other people and that's just not your style. And in case you doubted it, yes, I would kill everyone in that store just to get to you." Mara blinked, eyes wet. "Oh, oh no no, tut tut," The male wiped away Mara's first stray tear. "I don't want to hurt you Miss Feig. I'm not here to kill you. If you do just as I say, by tomorrow morning, you'll be a free woman. And that's a promise."
"Since your words mean so much to me..."
The man laughed. "You're a funny woman. I like that. So shall we get going then? Here," He reached out for her grocery bag. "I'll help. My car's parked nearby anyway. Come on, Miss Feig."
Resigned, Mara walked besides the man, putting distance between them and the mom and pop convenience store, the dread creating a growing pit in her stomach. Her bad feeling about the whole situation was confirmed about 5 minutes later, when a soaked piece of fabric was pressed against her face and she lost consciousness before she could even see the car whose trunk she'd end up tossed in.
"Wakey wakey, Miss Feig." Mara groaned hands instinctively moving to cover her face as the sun hit her face. "Had a good sleep?" The man inquired as he roughly lifted the woman out of the car with unexpected strength, holding her by the middle under a single arm. "If I let you down, will you run off?"
"Potentially." Mara admitted.
The man laughed. "I love the way you speak. Here." Mara was handed over to another bigger man. "Miss Feig, meet Helmut. Yeah, we can't have you running off now. I hope you understand."
"Hi Helmut, just so you know, your colleague here told me your name but I don't know his so if you want to even thing out, I'm listening." Mara declared as she was held by the other man, who walked side by side with her first abductor. The bigger man seemed to smile while the other outwardly laughed. "I know I'm hilarious. There's more where that come from if you set me free." The two men just kept on laughing as they headed inside an abandoned building of Fawcett City, in an apparently just as abandoned neighborhood since the two men could walk with a woman obviously captive in broad daylight without raising any alarm. Weird, if you asked the journalist, but okay.
"There we are." The man announced as they reached a now-defunct psychiatric facility.
"Really? Ain't that a bit cliché?" Mara couldn't help but ask, as she was finally back on her own feet, as the doors were magically locked behind them and darkness filled the place.
"A bit, certainly." The man who'd first approached her admitted. "Now if you don't mind," He gestured in front of him. "right this way Miss Feig." Rolling her eyes, Mara obeyed. What else was there to do at this point anyway?
Soon enough they stood in an old office, old forgotten files littering the floor as if they'd flown out of the boxes they'd been put in. Curious more than anything, Mara picks up the first file she sees, opening it to reveal an illustration of trephination. "Oh." Mara closed it back. "Fuck."
"Yeah, I wouldn't do that if I were you." The man spoke. "Now if you don't mind sitting down." He gestured to an old ripped leather chair. Mara sighed but obeyed. "Good girl."
"Fuck you." She replied. "So what do you expect from me?"
"Simple. Three words. You say them, you're free." Mara rose an eyebrow. "It really is that simple, I swear. You just have to yell 'Shazam please help' and you can walk out. We haven't hurt you so far, have we?" Mara's eyebrows creased as her expression clearly expressed doubt. "Well, we drugged you and threatened you but physically you're not worse off, truly. Are you?"
"I don't know. Let's wait a minute for the trauma to truly take. How about that?"
"Just say the words Miss Feig. Don't make me make you."
"Why?"
"That's the thing with you media people, you always want the story." The man sighed, and held his palm out and up, a forgotten rusty scalpel suddenly drawn to it as though his limb had any magnetic properties. "Come on Miss Feig, you wouldn't want me to use that, and I wouldn't want to use it either. Normally this part of the job is Helmut's but with your recent surgery we didn't want to take any risks and actually kill you." The man explained before blowing on the medical tool, making it seem brand new before he walked towards a quiet Mara. "Here." He handed the blade to her. "You decide now. Your fate is all in your hands."
"I'm not about to sta—ah." Mara gasped, eyes widening in shock and pain as her own hand dug the scalpel deeper into her stomach.
"So? Feeling more inclined to ask for help?"
"To watch you kill someone else? Not exactly. You said it yourself, you don't want me to die."
"Ah but you, want yourself to die then?" The man inquired, and in spite of how much Mara fought to keep the blade in and slow down the blood loss, her own second hand covered the first and started to pull at the grip she firmly held on the blade, withdrawing the scalpel from the wound. "Shazam. Help. Please." The man mimicked.
"Why?" Mara repeated, eyes filling with tears as she threw the scalpel away.
"If you really want to know, just say the words. And it will become very very clear."
"You want me to help you kill a superhero? Hope for a city?" Mara chuckled. "You really don't know me, do you?"
"Oh but we do." The man lifted a finger up and the scalpel was floating again, except it wasn't headed for Mara, it was headed for the man's hand, where he now held the picture of John he'd showed her earlier, and ended up carving a careful circular hole in his forehead. By the time the picture was held in front of Mara's face though, it no longer was John's body but her own Mother's. "You love people. You really care for them. Strangers. And your people alike. So if you don't want your dear old mother, who is waiting for you to come home so she can take care of you now that you're out of the hospital to end up like John, or well, deader, you'll say the words and you'll walk out and save yourself."
Mara swallowed. "Shazam. Please. Help?" She let out softly, voice trembling as her eyes filled with tears.
"Louder."
"Shazam! Please! Help!"
"LOUDER!"
"SHAZAM! PLEASE HELP!
"Use his real title!"
"CAPTAIN MARVEL PLEASE HELP!"
"Now you sound scared. Attagirl. Again!"
"CAPTAIN MARVEL PLEASE HELP!"
Mara didn't notice it, but she yelled yet again, the men made their exit from the room, headed out of the building, really. Their task now completed.
[Idk why or how this ended up so long. Anyways here it is. @the-last-laughing-magician , @the-whiz-kid ✨ Good luck Captain Marvel on the whole fighting an invuche thing!]
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@stabheavy ;; kesabel. a fallen angel with an affinity to no one but his own set of blades. former leader of the watchers, responsible for introducing humans to astronomy and magic, as well as for the origin of the nephilim. dead dove, do not eat. judged by kai.
“ Did you ever notice how in the Bible, whenever God needed to punish someone, or make an example, or whenever God needed a killing, he sent an Angel? Did you ever wonder what a creature like that must be like? A whole existence spent praising your God, but always with one wing dipped in blood….. …..would you ever really want to see an angel? ”
ind. archangel gabriel | semi-selective | Lucifer & Hellblazer comics ( with inspiration from The Prophecy trilogy ) [ formerly tcrniishedcopper ]
