“I’ll tell you one of my secrets in return.”

                 ❝ Who said I ever wanted to not blow up this town? ❞ True, he could feel it actually eating away at him, but it was powerful. In all his time, it was something that could possibly give him what he needed, and that was control. However, he knew that Constantine was actually right in that regard, and he would have to hand it over one way or another,  ❝ I can feel it.... I can feel everything for once and you want me to just give it away? I don’t think i can.... I don’t want to.❞

“I have a talent, call it a gift for sensing the darkness that dwells within others.” He replied smoothly, steepling his hands together over the desk he was currently sitting at. 

One of his mentors wasn’t convinced. John Henry Moore sent word to the only man he trusted to find the truth behind Michael Langdon. Unfortunately, by the time Constantine arrived at the academy, John Moore hadn’t been seen in several days.

Even crowded by his fellow warlocks, Michael could see a lone figure leaning against a wall outside the classroom he had just exited. Constantine stuck out like a sore thumb with his trenchcoat and tie. All the young men attending the academy wore a black and white school uniform.

And besides all that, Constantine was smoking. Inside.

Once the other warlocks left, Michael lingered. Call it curiosity. He was young, with short cut blonde hair and curls that reminded one of a fallen angel straight out of a medieval painting. Piercing, arctic blue eyes.

“Are you following me?”