Master of the dark arts

perfectedingbadideas​:

There was a huge death toll for both sides of the fight. While Heaven only had to be concerned with Nick’s targetted murders and some overly eager or hungry demons, Hell had a lot more to worry about. Not only were they confronted by Heaven’s army, which tried to kill them just as much, but there also were magicians and exorcists. Some of these humans equally tried to kill them. Or bind them to themselves for their own selfish needs. However as much as magicians liked to believe they were a serious threat for a demon, they were often more a minor inconveniance and more a nusiance then an actual danger.

It still was not very good for a demon to get into a fight with an exorcist or magician. If they happened to be good at their job, it could leave the demon severely weakened or even worse, injured. And no demon ever wanted to be found injured by an angel. Particularly not Michael. If you had an injury and you were found by Michael, you might as well sign your own death sentence. For Michael would give you infections and disease. If the disease did not force you onto your death bed, the infection would. It was why even the hottest and temperamental of demons stayed miles away from Michael. Attacking her just wasn’t worth the risk of getting killed.

Constantine and Nick were currently busily hurrying out of the room. When Constantine asked whether there was no cleanup involved in the gruesome death upstairs, Nick rose his head and stared at him as if to ask Do you seriously want an answer for that?. Once they were properly outside of the house, Nick hurried down the road towards his car. It was a small, red Tesla. Nick drew out his keys and pressed a button upon them. The car doors unlocked under quiet tooting.

“Get in”, Nick remarked and opened the door. “We’ve well overstayed our welcome.”

Judging from the look he was getting from Nick at the question… He was pretty sure he wasn’t going to be getting an answer. For that matter he was starting to understand the idea that no he might not really want that answer. Nick, he was aware had his reason for whatever that was. John had just kind of been surprised when he walked into that room. He probably should have known better. There was always a war wasn’t there? So of course that meant it wasn’t always going to be pretty. He was sure that Michael had her own fair share of rather nasty kills.

He really should have known that he probably had killed his fair share of angels. Hell he could only imagine how Michael tended to kill his side. She didn’t seem to fond of well any of them. John couldn’t’ blame her for a lot of them didn’t mean she wasn’t a nasty bitch when she felt like it.

Still just leaving the body like that? He guessed if something wanted it? Didn’t matter. Least that was what John was going to go with. They leave here let whatever decided to come for it have it. John didn’t think he wanted to be around when whatever did happen came around. Didn’t think they would be too pleased to see his stupid ass here.

Moving with Nick to his car… he was still having to get used to the fact that the devil decided he wanted to drive. Pretty sure he had faster ways to get around. But whatever worked for him really.  Taking a quick look back as he moved to get into the car.

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“What do you mean? What kind of ‘story’?”  She wondered if there was a good idea to be had there, and if John knew of such a one. At least this line of thought succeeded in getting Donna’s mind off other troubles. Somewhat.

“Just… Everything feels wrong. Maybe I’m tempting the fates with this. I have no right to try. But…” That old sticking point of an injustice that needed righting. “I’ll feel better when we get started,” she shrugged and looked off into the distance in thought. The Gods did not like this sort of thing- which meant it was absolutely worth doing. If not for her soul, for others in the balance. That didn’t mean that they wouldn’t seek punishment and retribution. As powerful as each of them were, they wouldn’t hesitate in trying to snuff the two of them out if the knew. Or punishing those that the two cared for. Who knew what kind of spies the Gods even had in their employ nowadays– “We need to get back inside…Not there-” she said, guiding John away from the diner.

John knew there was something that woman had been looking for. Hell being seen with him was bound to give her something anyway. No telling what the woman was going to try and throw out there. Nothing he couldn’t deal with. Already had a shit reputation.

John didn’t bother with the question, she had said something about not feeling like she had a right to try. Clearly there was something she was interested in finishing up on this. So there was a reason she wanted to try. He wasn’t going to fault her for it. Hell if he thought about everything he’d done he didn’t have the right to…

Something told him it wouldn’t be easy. She didn’t seem to think it was going to be anyway. Still he grinned slightly. “Feel better once we get this underway? Probably. Can’t think too much on tha. Get into your head tha’ we shouldn’t and it’ll jus’ fuck th’ whole thin’ up. Trust me on tha’ one.”

Screwed up his fair share of jobs. Stopped thinking about it after a while and it seemed to work alright with here these days.

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Jason wasn’t above acting how he choose too. life was on his terms and he held himself to no one else’s. that might be why he was frequently an anti-hero or ended up on Bruce’s radar. “ They are safe, for now, but more than a few of their members are quite mouthy.” Falling outs were quite common in the supposed utterly cut and clean world of superheroes. 

John seemed to think this attitude was a lot better than some of the others he had to deal with. The costume types seemed to have a few too many rules for what it was they were trying to do. This one? Not so much. For not. Talking about killing a group that John was sure someone would get a little upset about seeing to get that kind of treatment. John grinned. “Mouthy?” He’d been called that himself a time or two. “Jus’ a bit mouthy? Tha’ the main reason you thinkin’ about shootin your… Wha’ever th’ hell they are.” Team didn’t seem right, friends really didn’t seem to fit.

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“It’s not a waste of time,” Sara replied with a shake of her head, taking another huge bite of her burger, chewing and swallowing before adding, “Not if it saves your life.” She paused again, “…I’m not going to pretend that I understand everything you do, or how the world you work in operates because I don’t. But there are always times where knowing how to fight, how to outthink your opponent will benefit you, so why not add that to your arsenal? Why not have one more thing you can pull out of your back pocket when you’re in a jam? …Plus, this can be a way - albeit tiny in comparison - that I can pay you back for what you did.” Not that anyone could really pay back someone else for risking their soul for them, but still.

“No, I think I’m that good,” Sara shot back. Then she was shaking her head again, “You were the one who suggested betting something other than money, and odds are you’re going to be the one that has to pony up. So the question is, Constantine, what do you have that’s not only of value to me, but also something that you’re willing to lose?”

He couldn’t really argue with that one now could he? After all she had proved time and again how handy being able to throw a punch could come in. John just didn’t know if punching at some of what he usually dealt with would do much more than piss it off man. John smirked still. She was offering to train him. Which he was sure there would be plenty who would love to see him fail at it. Like he was pretty sure he would. Doubted that was going to go as well as it should. He wasn’t really good in a punch up. Despite the fact that a few friends over the years tried to teach him a few things. Chas being a good example. Didn’t go a swell as he had hoped. “Well, suppose if you’re offerin can’t go tha’ wrong eh?” John asked guessing he could give it a shot. He might actually pick up something from a former assassin.

Ah there was the question. Laughing at the question he leaned back. “Sure there might be somethin’ you can enjoy outta wha’ I have layin’ around.” Something that he could deal to part with and wouldn’t be all that dangerous. “Didn’t think you’d want to play wit’ my usual shite. Though pretty sure I can find somethin’ a little more harmless.”

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With the portal open it was all too easy for Nick to mentally urge the various lunatics and killers through. The portal and mass hysteria spell were both well within his capacity, but doing both? Questionable. Especially when he was already keeping himself and John unseen. Holding his control of the House of Secrets. And a few other minor spells cast upon himself. Nick’s mind was spread thin focusing on so many spells at a time.

Thank God he had John here to take some of the load off. 

When they were all through and the portal was closed Nick gave a sigh, glad to have one less thing off his plate. There were so many moving parts, here, and no telling if Batman was going to show up. No doubt as soon as the cells were broken open the caped asshole got the word. They undoubtedly had only a few minutes. That lunatic didn’t seem to have anything better to do than wait for trouble. 

“Alright, brother, next up is the big game. Most of the villains should just be happy to be free, but a few might put up a fight just for the shits and giggles. And I swear to God if Joker tries anything I’m splattering his sick brain all over his cell. Not taking any chances with that freak.“

John still had a few issues with this. He got the point. Letting these people out into the world again. Let them cause enough problems that no one would be looking their way. They were the ones that had something a bit bigger in mind. Nick had the plan more like. The rest of them were just along for the ride. John didn’t know what made him decide to join back up with him. Been asking himself that a lot lately. But John still hadn’t done anything to stop this. Hell he was still helping free these people. They were going to do what Nicky needed them to.

Speaking of, Nick was addressing him now. Talking about getting the big game. Like the ones they just let out weren’t going to be enough to get the hero types attention. Joker. Of course that was going to be a fun moment wasn’t it? Shouldn’t be too hard to convince him. Give him the right push and he should go along with it.

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“Oh gods please no, I cannot talk about Nanaue. That fucking son of a bitch-“ Nick just groaned. His greatest mistake was fucking King Shark. Or, rather, getting fucked. Laying back on the couch, he sighed, “okay, so, when I first came to New York I had a tussle with him, and we hit it off. Had a few dates in costume. And… we hooked up. Which wasn’t that big a deal. Not the first time I’ve fucked around with villains.“

“Problem is that son of a bitch recorded us, and the video ended up online. So now, if you look up my hero name, there’s a video of me getting railed by a seven foot tall shark man. And I swear to GOD if I find out you went looking for it I’ll cut off your balls. Got me, Constantine?“

Like John had any room to judge Nick on the whole fucking of villains. John’s had his fair share of questionable nights. Hell had a few with the shark man himself. Could say that usually tended to make for a hell of a ride. Still the fact that Nick’s ended up being recorded and now online? Something about that did make him laugh.

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The Devil looked at the open book, before wrinkling his nose in distaste. “I don’t think I’ll ever understand how this amuses you.” Truly, he would never understand the humans, desires were easy, favours were simple. But there were some things he’d never understand. Perhaps it was a species thing.

Well they were apparently both good with the whole throwing fire balls. Which John should have guessed knowing who the fuck this was. A member of the fucking superhero team that everyone seemed to bloody love. John couldn’t really seem to get what was so great about the people. John hadn’t really thought that this was going to go to shit quite the way it had. At least not yet. If it was he would have preferred to be a little further away from the shit show than this. Yet somehow here he was? Getting himself into trouble yet again.

John let out a shout when the fire hit him. Jumping back. Ok so clearly John had misjudged a few things about who he was getting himself involved with. He knew that these hero blokes wasn’t what they showed the public. No one was that fucking clean. He knew there was something going on. Wasn’t his business. So he let them do their own shit. Least that had been the plan for the longest time. Something as fucking always took a bit of a turn. Which was why he was even here right now.

Ducking as far away from the attack as he could trying to regain his bearings after that. See how bad off he was. Cause he was sure the situation wasn’t over yet. So he was going to have to figure some shit out. Still starting to think of a few things.

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Hell and Heaven as locations, where souls went after death, was fairly new. For millions of years, there had been no such thing as an afterlife. Animals were in no need of it. They lived in the now. They had no knowledge of the future and they only cared about the past, in what their experiences taught them when it came to staying alive. That was, what life had been for millions of years. Survive and reproduce. Billions of creatures had never made it past infancy. With such a high death toll, nobody had a need for Hell or Heaven. Just as the animals never had a need for God.

They had seen the primortal forces once every while. But unlike humans, they had never stopped in reverance and awe. Sure, they had sometimes ducked and skittered away in fright, but they had not really put them on a pedestral. They had just let them do what they did and reacted as their instincts dictated them to do. An allosaurus does not thank God in Heaven when it makes a successful kill. It is too busy, eating the biggest chunks of meat, before somebody else comes by and challenges it for the carcass.

Hell had come to be after Nick had been cast down from Heaven. Having been buried six feet underground, he proceeded to change the world to fit his liking. It became a horrific blend of all the past aons of Earth. Of the times, where he understood the world. And he enjoyed torturing humans, simply by forcing them to exist in a world not made for them. Causing them to drop like flies or become mad and deranged as time went on. The idea that the devil tailored his punishment towards your sins only came to him much later, when human belief had gotten more complicated.

But even then, he was not really that often in Hell. Only ever around the new and full moon, which made him spent roughly a week in Hell per month. However because the time in Hell worked differently then the world above, this one week could easily be a decade. It all depended on how much Nick had to discipline and check on. Given how Hell ran mostly without him being present, it could always happen that somebody did not follow the rules or that there was a conflict of interests. Normally Nick had to then decide what was to be done. He also had to decide what to do with the newly arrived death. Especially the ones, Beelzebub had not yet put into a specific location.

The bartender nodded.

“Pint of cider, please”, Nick said and gave Constantine a questioning look, “As well as an apple pie.” Once the bartender had both their drinking orders, he began to fill their glasses. For the apple cider, he held the glass underneath a tap and flooded it with the golden liquid. Placing the two glasses with their alcoholic beverages down, he stated the price as well as the fact that the apple pie would be delivered to their table.

Nick and Constantine counted the bills onto the desk, until they both had payed for the drinks and food with their shared money. The devil gave a polite nod, before he took the glasses and carried them through the room. Stepping by the table near the billiard desk, he put the glasses down and took a seat. Nick rose his glass in a toast. “Cheers, mate.”

Nick placed the glass against his lips and took a sip. The apple cider was strong. Sour in its flavour, it held barely any sweetness of the apples. The alcohol gave it a burning quality as it ran down his throat. Nick smacked his lips against each other and smiled contently. He said: “I noticed you eyed the billiard table since we came in. What do you say? Fancy a little game of billiard? It could be fun. Or is it you are trying to get money out of it, hmm? How about this? If you want to get money out of this, I’ll arrange a situation, where you can really scam pockets. You’re friends with the devil. Might as well get a bit of his luck.”

Heaven and Hell were kind of a funny conversation. It was what led them here though. They hadn’t been having the best of luck when it came to just having a chat. Not that he was really going to say much. He understood the whole daddy issues thing didn’t he? Getting pissed about it didn’t have the same result. But he could get it. There wasn’t the whole Heaven and Hell aspect to things either. Which he was going to say he probably wouldn’t mind being able to throw at the bastard. When he was still alive. He knew where he was now. So John couldn’t be too upset. He might be on the way there but at least he knew his dad was there first.

There wasn’t as much difference between them that people liked to say. Least not in his experience. At least one side was a little more up front about it. John knew well enough how the whole Heaven and Hell thing worked. Didn’t always feel like the way people made it sound.

He didn’t really see how one was any better than the other. Both of the ones running it weren’t exactly the nicest bloke when you pissed them off. Which probably explained John’s whole fucking life. Didn’t seem that true with Nick but it was pretty damn clear with the big man. Though John was sure most of his problems came from the rest of Hell. He knew he pissed them off so much. He was basically on most of their shit lists. Had been for a long time. It was starting to become a game for him really.

He walked towards the bar of course he had looked towards the table. Figured he could have a good time while they were going to be here. John had been expecting the apple order. Cider and pie? Alright wasn’t like he wouldn’t enjoy the drink. Something to eat wouldn’t be too bad either. He just couldn’t say that he was expecting it.

Grinning, seeing that it seemed that this place was doing pretty good for Nick’s mood. Least he didn’t think they were going to have to worry about a flood here? Which was of course going to be a good start to the date getting back on track. So yeah this seemed like a better setting then.

Nodding at the cheers before clicking his glass against Nick’s before looking back at the mentioned pool table. He had been eyeing the game. First to see what kind of layers were around. Anyone that would be considered good? Well ones that just didn’t think they were good. He knew that Nick had caught that. Seemed like he was interested in having a bit of fun with the game.

Though that didn’t mean that John wasn’t interested in seeing Nick play. He was sure there had to be something there right? What were the chances of John being able to beat him. He was pretty sure they would both use a little something extra in a game.

Taking a drink out of his glass before he answered. “I wouldn’t mind seein’ wha’ kinda shite you’d manage to do when money’s on the table.” He was sure seeing that they were all going to have a good time in that game. At least John gets the chance to get a bit of fun out of this.

“Though don’t think I wouldn’t want to take you up on a game.” Because again he was bound to find that to be pretty fun. If for no other reason if they weren’t playing for a bit of cash there wouldn’t be anything to lose. Unless they decided to add a bet. Knowing how either one of them were? John didn’t think for a second they couldn’t find something.

Birthday: April 8

Zodiac Sign: Aries Height: 5″6 Hobbies: Reading, writing, watching movies or shows, listening to music, talking on discord or to friends. Playing video games. Favorite Color: red,

Favorite Book:  Good Omens was a big one for me. A few from the Dresden files. Gonna go with Ghost Stories. I do actually seem to be going for the movie novelizations. Aliens! Mike Carey’s Vicious Circle. Last Song: Stare too Long by Corrosion of Conformity

Last Film/Show: last movie I think was Terminator 2 and my last show is The Mandalorian

Inspiration: God sometimes this can be pretty hard to tell. I think a lot of mine comes from who I write with? Cause man some people are just really hard not to want to give something just as good. Music is a big one for me to. And a lot of times it doesn’t really have to fit the situation. Maybe just the mood does?

Story Behind URL: This is actually based on a line from Jason blood in the Justice League Dark animated movie.

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What had started out as a wild and mad dash had suddenly turned into a very slow and strange shuffling. Theoretically speaking, Michael could have just slow time itself to a crawl, sprint through the masses and grab Constantine. Problem was, Constantine had just found the biggest and most busiest crowd possible. Even if Michael were to slow time down, she’d have to slow down a lot of elements. Specifically she would have to slow down a ton of people. And she had just spent a lot of energy, escaping from the binding and also freezing time briefly so she could get into the crowd. Even if freezing time once more, was the most pragmatic solution, it would require a bit too much energy, Michael had right now. Leave alone that it would be blatantly obvious! Slowing down time would just be the equivallence of lighting a huge signal fire. And Michael rather not get Nick involvd with this.

So she had to do the less optimal solution: Walking. Making her way through the crowd. Michael tried to rely on her eyesight and other keen senses, however now that she was in the middle of this crowd, it was being made increasingly hard. From the air, it had been easy to make John Constantine out. However now in that crowd with people, shuffling from one place to the next, it was almost near impossible. Too many figures and movements obscured her view. It did not matter that she had an insane eyesight akin to a T Rex. Spotting Constantine had just been made much harder. Michael felt like she had fallen into a living wimmelpicture.

However Michael would not give up. And in fact, Constantine left a certain trail, she could use for orientation. Because the magician was running away from her, he could not afford to be polite. And thus several disgruntled and shoved away men and women were more then willing to point Michael in the direction of the ‘troublemaker’, who had mistreated them so. Thanks to this less then subtle get away method, Michael managed to stay on Constantine’s tail, even when she only caught glimpses of his dirty, blond hair.

Through a lot of zigzagging, Michael eventually managed to get into the metro station, Constantine must have entered several minutes ahead of her. Now if you had ever been in a metro station in London, you knew three things: They were long, they were convoluted and they forced you to run a marathon just to get to the respective track, where you needed to be. Michael did not even have a metro card, so she merely used a quick miracle to allow herself access into the metro station. Now the hardest part yet came: Catching Constantine, before he got into the next train.

Unfortunately there was a problem: Because the stations were so stretched out and the respective lines could lay miles away from each other, it was neigh impossible to determine what train, Constantine had taken. He could practically be in any train! Hasty foot steps caught Michael’s attention. Taking a few steps forwards, she caught sight of blond hair and a brown cloak, fanning from a run. He was going for the Circle Line, likely in an attempt to switch lines a few stations later to confuse her even more!

“Oh, no. Not on my watch!” Michael started to race towards Constantine. She rose one of her hands and harshly flicked her wrist sideways. Now Michael was so close that her blow would no doubt land its hit. Constantine would end up with various deep gashes in his legs. Why did he not just give up? There was no way he’d ever outrun her. However as Michael inflicted this injury upon the magician, they could also hear the sounds of an approaching train.

John knew this was not going to be an easy time. He was still pushing through the crowd. A few of them were probably pissy enough at the shove he gave them in his rush to get away, that they were probably telling them where he was going. He was still thinking there were enough people that it was going to make it a little difficult for them to catch up to him. He was relying on the idea that she might have used a bit to get away and the fact that she didn’t want attention coming her way. Seemed that so far that had pretty likely that was the case. Since she hadn’t done anything to make a grab for him.

He made it to the station. Looking around for a train to take before looking back behind him he hadn’t done that since he started moving. Just had to know how much time he had before someone showed back up again.

Took him a second before John managed to find the familiar figure that had been chasing him. He wasn’t sure how long but it was enough that this was starting to really suck. Once he managed to find where she was, he moved back into the crowd. Thinking that this had worked so far. He was at least able to make it hard for the archangel to  find him. Well maybe catch him.

John was able to find a train. Take him where he wanted to go. Least get things started. So he started moving to it since he knew the train was moving to come up. Seemed that she had figured out where he was going. Shit. He knew she was going to probably find him. Just hoped that she would have done so after he was on the bloody train. Not while he was on his way too it.

It would be pulling up before he got there. Hopefully, he could dive in before she would be able to grab him. Really did not want to end up on the other side of whatever she might have had in mind. Would not be fun for him.

John was still moving when he heard her saying something to him. He knew she was right on him at this point. Shit, she was moving pretty fast. Still John was going to get on this bloody train if it was the last fucking thing. He did not run all this way through a busy fucking street.

“Shite.” He cursed when he felt something hit the back of his legs. Stumbling him slightly making him put his hand on the side of the train to keep him going at a steady pace. It had been a little slower clearly with the new injuries that John had. Thanks, Michael. He was cursing under his breath as he kept moving still holding onto the damn book he took.

He was going too need a little bit of help pushing this along clearly. She broke through that binding spell without too much trouble. Clearly she would have had a bit taken out of her. Clearly not as much as he would have liked.

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“I don’t want to meet the man who does want his dad knowing the detail of his sex life.“

He and John were good, really good. Nick loved this thing they had, whatever it was. He had never felt so comfortable in his skin, so content. John challenged him, made him work harder. His power had grown since they had started working together. Nick had hit a plateau for so long, who’d have known it would take some healthy competition to keep growing.

“It’s bad enough he found out about the time I went out with Waylon.“ Killer Croc. Now that had been fucking dangerous. Or, rather, dangerous fucking. “Never again, by the way,“ he added with a chuckle. “Vore isn’t my deal.“

John had to admit that Nick had him on that one. He doubted anyone wanted their father figures figuring that out. Though he was sure Bats knew more about his kid’s habits than he probably would have liked and really that probably amused him far more than it should.

Waylon? Croc? Wasn’t that the name? John couldn’t help but laugh at that one. They had both had some strange exes. But even he hadn’t gone that far yet. “Here I was thinkin’ we woulda stopped at th’ shark.”

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John was more fun to be around than he assumed at first. Even his biting sarcasm started to grow on him more and more. Their, all in all, strong personalities were unlikely to mesh well, but so far they hadn’t snapped each other’s necks yet. Therefore— the clown would deem it quite a success. Particularly with his own murderous inclinations he hardly kept in check. His arm soon loosened, giving the exorcist some more space.

“And what d’you think?” Joker cracked another cheery grin as his hands dived into the pockets of his coat. “I rarely get the chance to spice up someone’s evening like that, so you can consider yourself the chosen one.”

There back and forth was usually pretty biting. Hell sometimes there seemed to be a threatening undertone to it. Somehow the ridiculous pick up line seemed to amuse him more than anything. Sometimes the clown could get something amusing out when he wasn’t making someone thing there might be a weapon coming their way. Seemed like he didn’t have to worry too much about that right now. Though he did watch his hand when it started shifting through his jacket.

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Indignation showed no signs of dispersing anytime soon. In a way, he was half-pleasantly surprised to find out that John was that much of a daredevil to go right ahead and push a knife into him. What was he going to say now? That his hand had unfortunately slipped?

Joker didn’t necessarily plan on getting his revenge now. Heck, with the shock still clouding his already foggy judgement, he wasn’t sure if he would make the magician taste his wrath at all. Maybe he did deserve a little bit of mercy for being so bold. He would decide later. Once he wouldn’t have a wound to tend to.

“Oh, you want it back now?” The madman could return the blade. By returning the favour. Yet he only held it out to the exorcist, almost as if he wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible.

“What a charming excuse.” Joker’s robust cackle died down the moment he got reminded of the bloody ache in his side. Still, there was something off about the whole deal. “So, then… Is this futile assassination magic-related?”

Thing with John was that he wasn’t always for being directly involved with killing someone. Not unless he really needed to be. He had killed a few people over the years. Some he might have been the one to stick the knife in or demon in the one case. But that didn’t mean he did this often. He shockingly wasn’t trying to kill Joker. He however did need a bit of blood. So he figured putting a knife into his side would avoid killing him but still give him a bloody knife.

Problem was now he had a rather pissed Joker looking at him like he was trying to decide if he should get him back for that or applaud him for actually doing it. Either way it seemed like a really shit idea.

He was actually kind of shocked that Joker simply handed him back the knife. It was like he wanted it as far from him as he could manage but it was handed back to him without all that much trouble which was something of a good start.

                                        Your Mystery

Your mystery is terrifying... You keep to yourself, no one really knows anything about you. The mystery surrounding you is both scary and alluring, which is your power. People don't know you, they don't know what you're capable of, and because of this they likely won't push you. And on the flip side, most people will do a lot of what you say to, in hopes of being the one person who knows something about you. You can be whoever you want to be, whenever you want. You could be the shy but nice person, the creepy person, the cool if reckless person, and all because no one knows you. All you need to do is suggest at things, and people will believe you. As my dad told me... Mystery is power.

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“You are absolutely terrible for my desires, Johnny boy.” He sighed, ushering the women off. The mood had been killed and Lucifer no longer wished to feed their desires. “Well then, where have we gotten to? How much more do you need?”