Too Much Constantine
Demons everywhere have unanimously started to dump the bits of Constantine’s soul into the metaphorical trash. The amount they have is just useless to them. No one is going to ever collect enough of the pieces to have any power over The Laughing Magician.
Meanwhile, once the pieces are left to their own devices, in the wild, the shards begin to devolve into an army of ghost blobs.
TL;DR: DC has a plague in the form of too much Constantine. Somehow this becomes Danny's problem.












