@hellsrhapsody
Researching this spell had taken him a little while. At least a day or so. He had to make sure that these things were going to work. He had learned that lesson the hard way. Even still he was prone to a few fuck ups. Still. Figured after all the times he had been thrown around and beat up heâd be better. But there were a few times even now where he misjudged how strong something was. Never seemed to learn from some of his past mistakes. If he had he wouldnât be dealing with this shit. Yet here he was having spent the last day hunched over the books and looking honestly at a demon that judging from what he had been reading or even hearing. John had some good connections in a few questionable places. Not many of them are glad to hear from him or hear him asking questions. John Constantine usually meant trouble for someone. Whoever he was working with. John raked a hand through already messy blond hair. He lost track of what number he was on for his cigarettes. He chained smoked on a regular basis, the fact that he was going to have to bring in some bloody demon bastard like this? Not really a habit he liked being in but when he wasnât sure where else to turn. He had gotten better at knowing how to control the situation. Mostly through hard learned lessons. Newcastle. That had been one of the biggest teachers. But there had been smaller cases that had left him rather battered and bruised.Â
He had gotten better. Didnât mean it was perfect every time. This was supposed to have been an easy job. That was what everything had told him before he walked into the damn thing. Now he was second guessing himself. But now here he was trying to find a way to actually summon the bastard to have⌠a chat? Not a real conversation more of a âplease fuck offâ kind of conversation. But still that took a bit more than what he thought it would have. He had to make sure that this was completely right. Or as right as he could. He was going to have to make substitutions which could be hit and miss. But these damn summonings he found always seemed to be put together by someone who could afford whatever they wanted. Or had some access to the good stuff. John usually conned what he needed, or stole it. Little more difficult this go round. So he was going to have to make do.Â
He had taken his time putting things together getting the circle made and everything. âWell⌠done worse.â He muttered to himself as he finished off the circle. Not the worst but certainly up there in the stupid department. But as he had been told before he was the man who perfected the bad idea. Taking another long drag off his half smoked cigarette before dropping it with the rest of them. Yes he was aware these things caused cancer. Been there, done that. Got it healed thanks to some well placed deals and pissing off the first of the fallen. Which has resulted in a bit of a war there. There were a few other demons that would love to have a piece of him once he gets into hell. Being an exorcist meant he got the call when something looked a little bit off. Well the last poor sod was more than a little off. Fucker was dead and had not died easy or nicely. It was a bloody mess that he could have gone a good long while without seeing. But he got the call and it was a part of his job to see what was happening on this one. What he read seemed to make him think they just did it because they could. Which was about right for the bastards.
Doing what he could to hide just how many cigerttes he had feeling like if this went over easily or quickly enough he was getting a fucking drink. Once he was ready John stood at the front of the circle and began to chant. If the thing was big enough and decided he didnât want to play ball this was going to be frankly ignored until John decided that he needed to up his fucking game. He had enough he could figure out another way if he had to. Hopefully something that wouldnât take much more than this. A few drops of blood should be enough. At least that was what he was hoping for anyway.Â
Once the call was out John had to sit back and wait. See if he would get any kind of an answer. âCome on bastard. Take the damn bait.â Though he wondered if he was going to want him to. These bastards were hard to guess. Sometimes they were stronger than he thought and whatever he threw together was just enough to keep him from getting killed but still get the hell beat out of him.
