#constandream

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A puff of smoke went up into the night sky. There was a party going but the woman sitting in the balcony just didn’t care, she checked the time on her cell phone and puffed the cigarette once again, laid her head back and exhaled another toxic cloud towards the moon.

A raven flew close by and stayed in a tree, close to the balcony’s rail. A shadow emerged next to it.

-Are you sure this is Constantine?-

-Yes, Matthew. Remember that you also changed once- said the shadow to the bird while starting to move in closer to her -Constantine-

She turned her head to him -It’s you again… oh, shit - an elderly couple came out to the balcony and Constantine stood up to meet them.

-This is unacceptable! We hired you to take care of our son, not to join the party and have a smoke break. I demand the front payment back- said the old man.

-Do you take clothes? Because you are seeing it- she pointed at her outfit -Trust me I hate this thing, but your baby-boy had a dress code that didn’t fit my regular style-

-Young lady, you better do what you were told or just get the Hell out of here!- the old woman agitated her index finger to her as if she were scolding a child and that made her chuckle that, of course angered the woman -And you were not allowed to bring a guest-

-I didn’t bring him. He’s… an old… family… client. Mr… Mr... M …Murphy… Mr Murphy. He just shows up whenever he needs anything. It’s annoying but that’s how he goes- Constantine turned to Morpheus - As you can see, I’m in the middle of something. You’ll have to wait-

-You better get that demon out of our son before we kick you out of our house!- yelled the man.

-Oi! Either I do this right or I do it fast. You can’t have it both ways-

-Fast!- was the couple’s answer.

-Fine, but you deal with what comes next… and I’ll charge a 40% more- she turned to the Dreamlord once again -Give me 5 minutes-

She went back to the party directly to a man sitting on a couch. Without asking she sat on his lap and started to whisper something in his ear. He was drinking and enjoying himself until his face changed. Constantine grabbed him by the neck, stood up and kept whispering in his ear until he fell on his knees and eventually on all fours. Everyone around them looked disgusted at the scene while he started to throw up, from the vomit emerged a long black snake. She stepped on its tail and threw in a small amount of some liquid from a flask she had in her jacket.

The snake started to turn, it got bigger and started to scream in a demonic voice. The skin disappeared leaving a human-like figure, slender and unidentifiable.

-Asmodeus… I should’ve known-

-Hey, Jo… nice seeing you again. Did you change your hair?- the demon laughed.

- You have two choices. Leave by your own or I’ll kick you out-

- You and which army?- with one hand gesture the demon sent her to fly and she landed at Morpheus’s feet.

- I know I’ve said 5 minutes. Could we make it 10?- she asked him.

- You said 5 and the clock is ticking-

-Fine- she stood up and tied up her hair. In the meantime all guests started to run and scream in terror everywhere.

-If Asmodeus succeeds, there’ll be more demons than you can handle- he added.

Constantine turned to see how the demon was conjuring a portal with the help of a mirror to let other demons in.

-C’mon! That 's cheating!- she yelled at him.

-And you are saying this… of all people!- Asmodeus pretended to be surprised.

-Oh, grow up!-

People were still running trying to get out, but all the doors were blocked. Some tried to hide behind the bar and under the tables, others were recording everything in their cellphones.

-Is that a real diamond?- Constantine asked a girl who was trying to hide behind the couch.

-Who cares? Just have it!-

-Thanks!- she answered while picking up different red wine bottles that she could find still unopened or at least not completely emptied.

With the diamond she started to carve different symbols on the glass while reciting a small prayer barely understandable.

- Constantine- Morpheus called her -You are missing something- she looked through the bottles and eventually realized that, yes, she did skip a symbol.

Meanwhile some other demons started to get through and, of course, the panic increased.

Constantine searched on her jacket’s pockets for a thumb drive and went to the console where the DJ used to be. There was a moment of confusion while gregorian chants with techno beats started to play on the woofers.

The demons shrunk in pain while hearing the music and Constantine started to bless them with the wine. Once the few that made it out were dealt with, she threw the remaining bottles against the mirror to close it.

Asmodeus sneaked behind her and pinned her to the ground. -Does this remind you of something, Jo?-

-New body… who’s this?- she snapped her fingers a few times until they got lit up with fire and put the flames close to the demon’s face -So… are you choosing the easy way or the hard one?-

-Jo… you wouldn’t… that’s below you- Asmodeus pulled back slowly letting her get the upper hand.

-Fuck around and find out- the demon chose to disappear in a cloud of dark smoke. Constantine lit up another cigarette using her hand and turned to Morpheus and Matthew that were waiting on the side -I even have a few seconds to spare!- she went to the old couple that were still in shock and dug on the man’s jacket till she found a check. She folded it in half and saved it in her pocket.

While walking towards Dream, the man that was Asmodeus' vehicle cut her off.

-That was impressive and really hot. Literally-

Constantine grabbed him by the hair and with a hoarse voice said - Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk, agh burzum-ishi krimpatul-

The man run.

-Isn’t that from those Rings movies?- asked Matthew.

-Ha, look who’s talking. The Lord of the Rings is a book divided in three… and then three movies. You know that, I know that… but he doesn’t, so shhh!- said hushing herself with a finger across her lips and winking- Well… what can I do for Your Highness now?-

-A demon is hiding in The Dreaming-

-Curious. I guess they can get into your lands because they dream as well don’t they?-

-Just like any other living thing that comes to The Dreaming it must leave-

Both were walking down the street but it eventually turned into a dark forest that led to an open field.

-What the bloody Hell? Did you get me unconscious in the middle of the road? Do you know how dangerous it can be? Especially for a woman!-

-You are awake. I allowed you in-

-My Lord! It has happened again- Lucienne approached them apparently coming from nowhere.

-Where?-

She directed Morpheus attention to a little house in the middle of the forest. All of them walked towards it and the closer they’d got a certain feeling started to take over Constantine’s stomach. That was never a good sign.

It was a typical English cottage from the stone front to the almost-edwardian living room, but it was trashed down as if someone was looking for something.

-I know this place- murmured Constantine, she touched the wooden library -but I don’t at the same time- she took a moment to think -Can you un-fuck it up?-

-I beg your pardon?- Lucienne couldn’t believe that this human would speak like that to Lord Morpheus.

-You know, in a dream a place is your house… but is not your house with the exception of little things that remind you of it. It’s like an alternative version of a place you know based on other stuff you’ve seen. Is there a way that we can see how this place looks in the Waking World? The way it really is, instead of this?-

Morpheus smirked and everything started to change around them but among the furniture and the walls, some photographs appeared knocked over on the floor.

-No… not you- Constantine kneeled to pick them up.

-You know this woman?- asked Dream.

-Yes, she lived across the street when I was little. Sometimes she’d babysit me. She was my first contact with the Tales of Old, mythologies from different cultures… practices…-

-Was she an archaeologist?- asked Lucienne.

-No, Literature Teacher. Why?-

-This is not the first victim, but the third. An Archaeologist, a Historian and now her-

-I’m not a detective… well… not that kind of detective. Why am I here?-

-Because I believe that a demon is hiding in The Dreaming and I cannot find it yet- Morpheus answered.

-A demon wandering in people’s dreams? How come? I thought you had to authorize anyone to cross-

-I do not know and that is why I have brought you here-

Constantine kept looking around at some of the paperwork on the floor and an idea crossed her mind -I need to see the Archaeologist’s dream. Can it be done?-

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It wasn’t a surprise that an Archaeologist would dream of their excavations, the surprise was finding herself in what seemed to be the set for a new Indiana Jones movie, with evil Nazis and all. It was all frozen in place, like a photograph she could walk through. The crates had all kinds of artifacts, the paperwork was mostly scribbled with nonsense but the images were real.

-Lucienne- called Constantine -Do you recognize something like this?-

-There are a few volumes in the Library that have this images-

-Could you get them?-

-I’ll prepare them at once-

-Do you know who it is?- asked Morpheus.

-I have a suspicion, we’ll see if I can confirm it- he was still watching her like expecting a better answer -That’s really annoying, know that?- she lit up a cigarette and eventually caved in -Legion- he arched his brow -As I said, I need to confirm it… and I really hope I’m wrong-

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-Constantine- Morpheus woke her up, she had fallen asleep on top of all the volumes and scrolls that she was reading.

-I’m awake. Just resting my eyes- she lied while rubbing her face -How does it work here? If I am awake in The Dreaming and fall asleep in here… do I show up somewhere else? Do I dream at all?-

-You should rest-

-I’m fine…-

-In the last 6 months you hardly slept. A human cannot endure that much-

-Maybe in the old days, now we have energy drinks-

-A room was prepared for you-

-I said I’m fine. I just need to solve this first. Tweedlee-dee and Tweedle-dum are searching in their houses for anything that could help as well- she repressed a yawn the best she could.

-Constantine…-

-Fine, Cain and Abel are looking for something in their houses. So… according to the legend, King Solomon was able to lock up 75 demons in a bottle that he later used as an adivination device… and I don’t believe squat of that because my family has been doing this since the dawn of time and the largest amount of demons a Constantine was able to reduce by himself was 6 and we literally have centuries upon centuries of knowledge on how to trap and cast demons away. Like, fine, King Solomon had God’s protection… but that number is just bollocks…-

-Constantine!-

-What?!- she knew what he was going to say -I said I’m fine… all I need is to solve this up! Why would a demon try to infiltrate people’s dreams… especially these three… what is it looking for?-

-There is still time for that, you should…-

-Since when do you care so much about how much I sleep or not? You brought me here, remember? You want me to fix this…-

-I think that your state has less to do with this demon. You are hiding from something-

-Wow, you're a psychologist now… look at you, keeping out with our times- she only found Morpheus’s cold gaze as an answer -You hired me… sort of… this is how I do things. Suck it up- she lit up another cigarette and continued -My theory is that those weren’t 75 random demons… but a part of a larger one, like Legion. I think it makes a lot more sense. They are separated but the same… hive mentality and such. Still a theory, if Cain and Abel are able to find evidence of Solomon’s bottle… maybe I can prove it-

-So Legion is looking for a part of itself- Morpheus decided to follow her train of thought.

-IF this is Legion and IF Solomon’s story is true. I wonder how much time will it take for them to find anything-

-Maybe enough time for you to sleep for a while-

-Piss off! What’s so great about it? You don’t make it a very nice place for someone like me anyway-

-I have promised you that that nightmare would not bother you anymore-

-As if that is the only nightmare that I have. Not to mention that this body isn’t mine… and I don’t know who this girl was but her dreams are dark. And yes, probably you know who she was and why she’s like this but I don’t want to know because… she had a life… and I’m taking it while still wondering what the hell happened to my own body, who has it, what are they doing with it… and this bloody voice in my head doesn’t shut the fuck up so even if I do try to rest I can’t do it. That’s why I’ve spent all this time barely sleeping and trying to relearn everything that my family ever taught me because this is not my brain, I don’t remember anything of my own. I’m lost… - she could feel tears burning in her eyes, but she wasn’t going to cry in front of an Endless. She had a reputation to uphold after all -This helps me, I feel more like myself when I’m in a case like this- before Morpheus had the chance to say anything, the library doors burst open. Cain and Abel were running with a few volumes and maps ready to show.

-Lady Constantine! We found it- Abel was beyond himself for the excitement.

-She’s not Lady Constantine, you idiot!- reprimanded Cain.

-I was trying to be nice-

-You were trying to be a bootlicker-

-Enough of that! What do you have?- Constantine went to their encounter and took some of the books -Oh, for fuck's sake! Seems like I was right after all… but why all this fuss now? It’s been thousands of years…-

-Perhaps there was a new discovery- Cain tried to sound as smart as possible.

-Most likely, but still… we are talking about a demon, they know everything beforehand… Legion should’ve known where part of him was buried-

-Maybe you could ask them- Abel suggested.

-Summoning a demon in the Dreamlord’s Palace? I don’t think so… too many things could go wrong and I won’t be at fault if The Dreaming falls into pieces-

-The Dreaming is far more powerful than you think. It will not crumble for one demon- Morpheus interrupted -I hired you, remember. You will do as I say-

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The Throne Room was prepared for the event. Morpheus was on his throne and different nightmares roamed the area as some type of protection. Constantine was finishing drawing different symbols in the floor and walls to try and contain the threat but it was hard to know the difference between summoning a demon in The Waking world and doing it in The Dreaming.

-Well… if any of you knows how to pray… it won’t hurt- Constantine pulled a tiny book from her jacket and after shuffling through the pages she started the incantation to bring Legion to them.

Darkness covered everything, the sound of hundreds of demonic voices started to be heard. Constantine' s voice was still commanding and cold. None of those in the room were impressed by the demon’s attempt to scare them, it was a relief for her… the last thing she needed was a bunch of hysterics coming from creatures like those.

Little by little, the darkness shrunk enough to take shape, a few seconds later a man emerged from it.

-Greetings, Dream of the Endless. It fills me with joy to see you back in your throne and it is so nice to see the welcome you’ve prepared. And of course, you… - everybody knew that he was lying but his mask fell completely once he set eyes on Constantine -following the family tradition… such an honorable task. Pity that it flourishes on the pain and misery of so many-

-Oh, please stop. You’ll make me cry- she replied.

-You think you are on top of it all, don’t you? Just like your father, and his father, and his grandmother… and all the way down to the middle ages, even further if you look closely. But it is all thanks to us. The Constantines are the prime example of betrayal and Hell is waiting for your arrival. The last of your lineage, what an occasion!-

-State your business, Legion- ordered Morpheus in his commanding voice.

-Forgive me, My Lord. The quality of your allies has lowered but I’ll forgive it if you concede me one wish-

-I am not a genie nor a god to grant anything. But do you have my curiosity. What is it that you want?-

-A part of me has been taken away, locked in clay and forgotten spells. I’d like to recover it… however humans don’t know yet where such artifact is buried, only in the Ancient Dreams lays the key to find it-

-I am a protector of dreamers and you have been killing them for this information. Why should I help?-

-Compassion, My Lord. You know how it is to be locked away…having a part of you taken and handed over until time and negligence leaves it forgotten-

-Please tell me you’re not falling for that shit- Constantine yelled -You were not locked away, Lucifer kicked you out after you tried to take over-

-Of course a Constantine will lie. It was your great grandfather who locked me in a box for all this time. Had he not sold The Manor, I would’ve never been free-

-Dates don’t match, you’re bluffing. Or even worse, you are trying to get in his mind… so now it turns out that you both were in Fawney Rig at the same time? I don’t buy it-

-What is it that you want, Legion?- Morpheus wasn’t going to allow that discussion to continue -Why should I help you after the damage you have caused?-

-Those lives were lost because I lack the ability to move between dreams, I had to crawl in them and it was too much for their minds to handle. But you, My Lord, you do have that ability…- 

-Are you asking for something that not even my subjects possess? Nothing moves between human dreams without my authorization. And I do not feel comfortable letting a demon wander freely on them- 

Constantine exchanged a look with Lucciene, they both noticed a quick smirk on Legion’s mouth. 

-If you don’t think I’ll behave, by all means be my guide… and if you still think that I can’t be controlled, maybe confining me into something will help- 

-I do not believe that you would offer yourself to be captured again-

-Of course not. I won’t be back on a box or urn or any other container… but perhaps I could get inside of you, you’ll have full control at all times. I just need to see what happened, where am I. I’ll let you go afterwards, of course-

-You expect me to just let you possess an Endless, with all that entices?-

-I know it is not a simple choice… but bear in mind that I will not stop until I find what I’m looking for. A lot more could die. You have till midnight to decide- Legion disappeared in the air, slowly to give more weight to his words. 

With just a hand movement, Dream asked all nightmares to leave.

-What a Drama Queen- murmured Matthew from behind Morpheus’ throne -So I guess you’ll cast him away, right?- asked looking at Constantine. 

-She cannot do it just yet, because Legion is not complete. That’s why your ancestor casted him on a box- 

-I could do it again. Do you have something I could use?-

-We do have some vases…- started Lucienne before being interrupted by Morpheus negative -My Lord, should I guess that Legion’s offer is completely out of the question?- 

-Allow me, my dear- Constantine gave some gentle taps on her shoulder to show support -What she’s trying to say is… that you are an idiot. Do you know how dangerous it’ll be not just for all dreamers, for your kingdom and yourself as well? This nonsense ends now, get me that vase-

-It is not your duty, Johanna Constantine, to make decisions on my realm- Morpheus’ voice echoed in the room -I merely brought you here to deal with a demon. You have found it and, as you said, we do not know how The Dreaming would react to an exorcism. I shall deal with it now, your work is done- 

-Didn’t know that you were an exorcist as well, Your Highness. I wonder how many demons have you sent back to Hell already…-

-It is my kingdom-

-And you’ll burn it all up!- 

-Boss… if she has experience maybe… How many demons have you sent back to Hell?- asked Matthew.

-I lost count. But a Constantine is asked to have exorcised at least 5 before turning 15 years of age, a rite of passage of sorts… I passed with flying colours, of course. But if Dream of the Endless thinks he can handle it, I shall leave him to it. After all, I’m just a mere mortal- she walked away to leave the Throne Room. Lucienne followed her outside.

-You do know that you can’t leave without his permission, do you?- 

-I do- Constantine lit up a cigarette -But he has a flair for drama and, I can’t lie, me too-

-Should I bring the vase, just in case?- 

-Nah. That solves nothing, just pushes the problem a little bit further in time. If I lock Legion in a vase made of dreams, I won’t be able to take it with me to the real… I mean to the Waking World. You lot would have to keep it here and I don’t think that’s a good idea- she sat on a step - Not to mention that the other part he’s looking for is still on Earth, somewhere… once found it will be released, because humans are as stupid as that, and it all will start again. And that side of Legion will have a perfect excuse to bring all this place down- 

-Is there anything we can do?- 

-Well… either Morpheus allows Legion in to find the Ancient Dreams or whatever and then we find a way to get him out… or we should call Lucifer, AKA the one that could stop Legion from going too far… and I really don’t want to do that-

-I don’t think Lucifer would oppose to capture a rogue demon-

-You never really know, but that’s not my concern but the fact that I should’ve died and gone to Hell… and yet here I am. Sneaking away like this from the Ruler of Hell is not a good look, even if it’s not my fault- 

-You’d be going to Hell?-

-One: you don’t know me, Two: family curse and blah, blah, blah-

-I do know you, Johanna Constantine, and so does Morpheus. If you have been brought here it wasn’t just for your expertise. My Lord can be stubborn, but his duty demands it. He’ll never do something out of a whim and he never puts his trust on undeserving people- 

-I think you are just too kind to him. That’s why he’s so spoiled-  

Lucienne left, hiding a smile. Constantine laid back and closed her eyes for a while. 

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She wasn’t fully asleep, just barely delving into slumber when she started to feel a little pecking on her face.

-Hey! Constantine! Wake up!-

-You may call this place The Dreaming, but I see that nobody fucking sleeps here- she sat up rubbing her face to wake herself up-What do you want Matthew?-

-I tried to convince The Boss, but he kicked me out-

-And you want me to try?-

-Not really, I was just curious… Is it really hard to exorcise a demon? Could I do it?-

-Well… you have to be intimidating and commanding enough to make a creature that has seen the birth of the universe, Heaven, Hell and has thousands upon thousands of years old obey you. Do you think that you are up to it?-

-C’mon… you’re not that scary-

-You are lucky that I like you-

-So why do you say that The Boss can’t do it? As far as I understand he’s even older and scarier-

-It’s not a haunted house, Matthew. It is not about being scary, it is a battle of wills. Morpheus might have a strong one, but demons are treacherous; they mess with your head in the worst possible ways: reopening old wounds, implanting evil even in the most innocent thoughts. It is not easy, let alone for an entity like him that has lived everything either by himself or through other’s dreams and nightmares-

-And you can?-

-When you grow up in a family like mine, the first lesson you learn is not to let anybody know how much you’re hurting-

-Sounds like someone I know-

-Sounds like a lot of people… but not all of us can deal with demons-

-Should I ask Lucienne for any kind of book on magic or something?-

-Well, that won’t hurt. Have fun-

Matthew crossed the hall in a few seconds before disappearing on the corner of a hallway with a very well calculated flying curve. Constantine wondered how she would react at waking up as a bird and how long it would’ve taken her to adapt herself to flying. She let that idea go and stood up to go back into the Throne Room.

While empty it looked even more menacing yet calming at the same time, very much like its owner. She heard some footsteps on her right and had a glimpse of Morpheus’ coat disappearing on an archway. She followed it and found herself in a Great Hall with a fully served table, Morpheus was sitting at the head of it and showed her a chair to sit down on.

-Don’t you give yourself hope, I’m not here to apologize- she walked to her place and while getting into the chair she asked -So… you do eat. That’s good-

-It is almost midnight-

-That depends, Legion never clarified if it was your midnight or mine. Time’s different here, is it?-

-Most likely he referred to midnight in The Waking World- 

-We can enforce the other version to make some time…- 

-Or we can just end this at once-

-I guess that you’ll be calling Lucifer, then-

-It is a possibility but I rather not. The Ruler of Hell has no reasons to help me at all-

-Then just drop my name on the conversation, that’ll work-

-Still, I do want to help Legion-

-You are a sucker. Do you really believed his pathetic story?-

-When we met and I talked about Roderick Burgess you called him “The Demon King” due to the creature he had locked up. Maybe he never talked about me at all-

-Do you know that if my great-great-grandmother didn’t have to pay her husband’s gambling debts, Fawney Rig would’ve been mine? Maybe Burgess would’ve never gained traction and you would’ve never been trapped. Funny old world-

-Constantine, I will help Legion on his quest. Anything is better than him ripping people’s dreams and nightmares apart- 

-Remember the first time we met, back at the Cathedral? Did you see what happened to that footballer? And that was a low class demon… not one of the biblical kind that all humanity learns to fear. What will happen if I can’t perform an exorcism on you? If you die in the process? I’ve read what The Endless did to those that killed Despair… does an entire country, if not the world, deserves to pay for whatever happens to you by your own choice?-

-It will not come down to it-

-Giving Legion the opportunity to tap into your realm is not a good outlook either, not just for the dreamers but for me as I try to kick him out. He’ll be able to confuse me in ways that no other demon ever had and he’ll do it through you-

-I think I can hold him down-

Constantine released an ironic snort and got up from the chair. 

-This girl, the one I inhabit now, also thought she could stop me. And I know she’s not an ordinary one… she’s a witch. I don’t know how old, but a couple of hundreds most likely. So she has experience, but this random occultist woman takes over and somehow she’s overpowered because power seeks for more power, it has no loyalty. It will happen to you too-

-So you know who she is… interesting. What does she have to say now?- 

-She keeps wishing for your death and your siblings’ for some binding you all did to her or something… if that’s what you want to know- he seemed amused -Morpheus, I can’t risk doing an exorcism in here… on you… even if you allow it-

-So we need to be smarter- he stood up and offered her a peach.

-Never eat anything offered by a mythological creature, call it a fairy, a serpent or Hades himself. First rule I learned in my life, instead of the common “don’t take candy from strangers”- 

-If Legion will use my powers against you, you should be able to repel it-

-Whatever power that peach will give me, will remain on every cell of my body. If science is correct, it takes 7 years for a human body to change all of its cells. I’ll be bound to The Dreaming for 7 years…-

-And is that such a punishment?-

-Not for me. Thought that you would like to know- she took the fruit from his hands -For the future, keep in mind that I really hate peaches- she ate the fruit in a couple of bites -Any advice on how to use it?-

-Whatever you imagine, make it so-

-Really helpful, thanks-

-Any advice for me-

-So now you accept advice?- she threw what was left of the peach to a plate on the table -Being in another’s body is disorienting. Everything feels different, the wind on your hair, rain on your skin, smells, you are no longer attracted to the same people, you find other things more interesting, the visual field changes… everything sucks- she released a deep sigh -Maybe you can use that to your advantage, but keep in mind that demons are a little bit more used to it. Dreams lay on people’s unconsciousness, that’ll be something new… too much information at the same time. Maybe you can disorient him with it for a while… until I come up with one of my clever ideas and save your butt at the last minute- she thought she saw a glimpse of a smile on him -I guess I’ll leave you to it. See you in the otherside-

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Everybody was waiting in the Throne Room. The dreams and nightmares, including Lucienne and Matthew could feel a dark change in themselves. Constantine noticed that the environment was colder and looked as if there was ash everywhere.

Morpheus’ silhouette appeared on the foot of the Throne, nobody took their eyes off of him.

-Fear not, dreamfolk. Your Lord is fine. He is far more powerful than I expected-

-Were you able to find what you’ve been looking for?- asked Lucienne, hiding the concern in her voice.

- I have, dear Lucienne-

-Then, it is time for you to leave- added Constantine.

-You could say that, but I still need a little bit more time and a trip to the Human World to retrieve what it's mine-

-That was not the plan. You only wanted access to dreams and you’ve had it. Get out of there-

-Not yet- Dream was usually quite scary when he wanted to, but the smile that Legion pulled through his lips was absolutely bone-chilling -You better than anyone should know how good it feels to overstay your welcome-

Constantine got her little notebook from her pocket and with a firm voice started to chant -Crux Sancti Patris Benedicti…Crux Sacra Sit Míhi Lux…-

-I see that you just won’t give up. Maybe I should teach you a lesson- he grabbed her by the throat and pushed her to fall hard on her back. But she never met the floor.

She was falling on a dark tunnel and after a few minutes she landed on a pile of bones.

-Oh, my… so scary- she stood up and noticed that she was in a cave. Something shifted on her left, she moved slowly and saw that whatever it was was running towards her. Instinctively started to run and little by little some doors appeared before her. She opened the first one she found and ended up in an elegant greek hallway -You’ve got to be kidding… is this the freaking Minotaur? Couldn’t you find something scarier?- she knew he was listening. The Minotaur started to bang on the door at his full strength, she faked a yawn and kept walking down the corridor.

After a few turns, she found an area that wasn’t very well lit and the distinctive sound of a rattlesnake. “If this is Harryhousen’s Medusa I’ll start to pity that old sod” she thought before something gigantic started to raise itself before her… two snake eyes appeared in the dark and a sudden change in the air made her realize that she was about to be attacked. She ran, but it felt as if she was running with her knees instead of her feet, she could hardly move -C’mon! This is just a dream!- she yelled before finding herself falling again, this time to the ocean. Big waves were crashing her and an invisible force was trying to keep her down. She was drowning. Trying to get her head above water, she would fight off whatever was pulling her down but it was a never ending struggle. She was about to stop trying when a hand grabbed hers and pulled her up.

She was on her knees, coughing up salty water and through her burning eyes she saw Morpheus’ feet and coat. He tried to help her up but she didn’t let him.

-Constantine, do not fear. It is me-

-Yeah, Legion wouldn’t say that to throw me off at all- she still didn’t believe him.

-You have not used the gift I gave you. I am disappointed-

-That does sound like you- Constantine stood up and noticed that she was almost dry again.

-Legion will not return me my body-

-Not to say “I’ve told you so” but… you wanted to play the hero- even if they were on an island in the middle of total darkness… something seemed to shake the invisible sky above them.

-He is close. His power has grown- Morpheus sounded worried.

-So he found his missing part. Just our luck-

-You need to get out of this dream and back into my castle-

They could hear glass shattering and screaming around them. Morpheus grabbed her by the arm and got her close to the water.

-Will you come with me?- She asked.

-No. I cannot leave, otherwise nobody will be here to stop him from accessing other universes’ dreams. Good luck, Constantine- he pushed her into the water just when she started to see some dark winged creatures coming after them. Something was pushing her down into the water, she couldn’t fight it off to try and go back to Morpheus. Before she could realize, she found herself on the surface again, as if she made it to the other end of the world with just one push. Lucienne was in the pier, shocked at her apparition, yet the librarian extended her arm to help her out of the water.

Constantine noticed a dark figure coming after her and hurried to get out of the water, but it was too late. The demon was soaring through the starry sky and ready to attack.

-Run!- she ordered Lucienne but the winged creature was already on top of her. Constantine jumped to the creature’s back, trying to stop its claws from reaching its prey and she started to chant -Vade retro Satána, non suáde mihi vána - the fight got worse and Constantine was doing her best to help Lucienne to get him out of her face -sunt mála quae libas, ípse venéna bíbas - the demon disappeared with a scream and both women got up.

-Thank you- Lucienne was shaken but still had a dignified flair when tidying up her suit.

-Don’t thank me yet… I haven’t even started. Let's get out of here before the others do the same- both walked to a big door at the end of the dock.

-Should I call in some nightmares to protect the castle?-

-You can do whatever you think fit… but first, I need to go to Morpheus’ gallery-

-That is off limits, you cannot enter there-

-So we’ll leave him to deal with this, then… I wonder if there is any good pub around to see the debacle- Lucienne stopped -I know that you don’t want to break Morpheus’ trust in you… and me seeing his family will do so… in any other occasion, this time is needed and he’ll understand- “I hope” added Constantine in her mind.

-My Lord Morpheus says that the Endless do not meddle in each other’s affairs. Nobody helped him when he needed it the most-

-Well… The Endless haven’t met me yet-

Lucienne wasn’t entirely sure, yet she pointed to some stairs that would lead Constantine to Dream’s Gallery.

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It took a while for Constantine’s eyes to realize that it wasn’t some fancy wallpaper or a well done paint job that was covering the walls but the actual night sky with moving satellites and all. Seven golden portraits were floating and each one of them had an object that identified each Endless. Those kinds of artifacts were worth millions in the dark market, but she was on a mission and went straight to one of the sigils. She picked it up and instinctively knew what to do.

-Desire, I am Johanna Constantine. I’m in Dream’s gallery holding you sigil, come to me- 

-Well, well, well… What do we have here? Morpheus let a girl in his gallery and this time it has nothing to do with me. Interesting- 

-We can leave all this cat playing with a mouse for later… I need your help-

-So serious! But I know everything about you… both of you, actually…-

-Are you helping or not?- Constantine was almost ready to slap some sense on Desire’s face.

-Why would I help my big brother? It brings no pleasure or benefit to me at all-

-Because later you could rub it in his face… especially if we do end up saving his entire realm- 

-Tempting…- their golden eyes shined bright -But it also sounds like you are trying to manipulate me-

-I’ll owe you a favour. And trust me, that’s a big thing- 

-I hardly think that you could ever help me at all. But of course, there could be other ways to return the favour- 

-Fine, we’ll discuss the small print later- she grabbed the Endless by the arm and walked them through a door that led to a green field.

-You are not supposed to be able to do that, you know- Desire was genuinely surprised. 

-I do have some tricks up my sleeve- Constantine didn’t even care about her guest, she was looking at a black spot that was walking towards the castle -Oi, you bastard! Are you ready for the second round?- the black spot seemed to turn in her direction.

-I’m a lover, not a fighter, Constantine- 

-What 's that? And Endless shivering with fear?- she mocked them -I didn’t brought you here to fight, don’t worry-

Legion was already a few metres away, Constantine stepped forward to encounter him. 

-I’m really sorry, Morpheus… but I have no other choice- she said while a circle began to burn itself in the ground beneath him -Here in the darkness…- she whispered to try and hide the incantation that would lock him up. 

Legion laughed. 

-You’ll need more than that to stop me, exorcist- 

-I know… but my main goal isn’t stopping you. Just getting you out of there. An Endless can’t leave that circle… a demon can-

-Or I can just wait here till you rot… it won’t take that long for me-

-Perhaps with the right motivation I can get you out- Constantine turned to Desire -Make him want to kill me, and I mean completely blinded to anything else until he does it-

-Are you…?- 

-Just do it, would you?… I know what I’m facing- 

-Nice meeting you, Johanna Constantine- by then she was already running to a newly created forest and a few seconds later Legion took the shape of a thousand demons to chase her. Morpheus was left weak on the circle, Desire turned to him and almost felt pity but left before he could see them. 

The trees grew taller with each step and got closer to each other creating a labyrinth impossible to solve. Constantine created a few distractions, with old versions of herself, those who starred in her dreams, to force Legion to divide himself. Maybe that would give her some time.

There was a medieval castle nearby, where she hid for a while. Legion was easy to track with the movement of the tree tops and the screams that came from the forest. She went to a mirror and called Matthew, the bird effortlessly crossed through it.

-You rang?- he asked jokingly.

-I have a very important mission for you- she cut a piece of a curtain and went next to the raven -Pinch me- she offered him her arm.

-This is the important mission? To check if you are sleeping?-

-I need a little bit of my blood for this cloth that you’ll use to free Morpheus-

-Free him? Have you seen how he ended up after the first time?-

-It was necessary… and it wasn’t for that long! Now, go on. Try not to go too deep, I’ll need my arm later-

-Alright, minor scratch incoming- Matthew’s beak left a thin red line on her forearm. She collected a few blood drops with the rag.

-Go find him. I’ll distract Legion while he gets Lucifer- she knew by Matthew’s quick head turn that he had some comments on bringing the Ruler of Hell to the Dreaming, but before he could actually say anything, she got the cloth on his mouth and showed him a passage to get to Morpheus.

A series of demonic chants filled the air. Legion had found the castle and was preparing a siege. Constantine didn’t hesitate and got out to their meeting.

-I see that you're making yourself comfortable- all the demons hissed and got ready to jump at her but one of them, passing as the leader, stopped them.

-You do have guts, I’ll grant you that. Or are you here to yield, exorcist?-

-Nah… maybe some sparring is on order. I’m a little rusty, the exercise will do me good. Of course, I do not have an army… if you are honorable it will be a one-on-one challenge, would it?-

-Honor means nothing to me… but you’ll fight with just a fraction of my power. So once you lose you’ll be your family’s major disappointment-

-I’ll still be fighting just one of you. Works for me-

A circle was formed around them and a sword and shield were thrown at her feet.

She really hated this kind of combat, as a child she was never able to defeat her father in her practices and given that she preferred using magic instead of physical force it was almost certain that she would lose. But time was of the essence and being a punching bag was kind of a family tradition. Hopefully Morpheus would come back before it was too late.

The demons made a circle leaving their leader and Constantine at the center. Without any kind of announcement, Legion struck first and Constantine was barely able to escape his blow. Everybody was cheering and Legion felt that it was time for seconds. Once again the demons burst in laughter and cheer.

-You’re pathetic… - Constantine taunted him - Get rid of all your other selves and then we’ll see who celebrates you-

Legion was determined to destroy her, but his rapid movements were met by her evasive maneuvers. On a couple of occasions, Constantine was able to land some hits on him to his surprise. However it wasn’t enough to cause any damage.

Maybe it was luck, maybe some old muscle memory kicked in or Legion’s ego was so bloated that ignored an obvious mistake, but Constantine was able to send his sword flying to the other end of the field. There was a moment of silence.

She pointed her sword to his throat but before she could utter anything, all the demons came to attack her at once.

She was on the floor, trying to protect herself from their claws and bites. They were everywhere and her mind got clouded with despair, even if she remembered any spell, she wasn’t able to utter a single word.

-Legion!- an authoritarian voice echoed in every corner of The Dreaming. The attack stopped and Constantine realized that the demons were a little bit afraid.

-Your Highness- Legion turned into one again and kneeled before Lucifer -We almost got her-

-I’ll have Constantine whenever I want. And I know all too well that it wasn’t your intention- Legion tried to escape the accusation in his Master’s eyes -Thinking of challenging me again, I see? We’ll see how a thousand years in the dungeons will sit with you- Legion disappeared in a burning hole, screaming all kinds of profanities in some old-forgotten tongue.

Constantine tried to get up, but was too injured and weak. Suddenly she felt herself being lifted up.

-Hello, Johanna-

-Hi, Lucy… long time not see- she struggled to answer. Lucifer had her by the neck and was almost strangling her.

-You must think yourself so clever. Hiding on a witch’s body, knowing they are immortal-

-It wasn’t my idea, you know?-

-Lucifer Morningstar! Johanna Constantine is a guest in my realm. You shall treat her with respect- Morpheus commanded behind them -Let her go-

Constantine fell to the floor like an old potato sack being tossed by an angry farmer. At least she could breathe again.

-As you wish, Dream Lord. But you must know that you cannot hide her in here. Her soul belongs to Hell. And Hell shall come for it-

-It is not her time just yet. You will have to wait-

-Not for long- Lucifer smiled at Constantine before disappearing.

Lucienne approached Constantine to help her stand up but Mervyn decided it was easier to just carry her on his shoulder.

-Let go of me!- she started to yell -I still have some dignity left… I can walk!- Constantine would’ve continued but fell asleep all the sudden.

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She woke up in a very soft bed with the sun shining through the curtains. With a big stretch she sat up and noticed that there were no wounds at all in her body. She jumped off the bed alarmed, for how long was she sleeping? At least she was still dressed. 

Constantine hurried outside of the room where she found Mervyn swiping the floor.

-’bout time for you to get up. It 's been a year!- the pumpkin said and laughed at her reaction. She sprinted down the corridor and found herself in the dining hall again. Breakfast was served and Morpheus wasn’t there, so she walked through another door to get to the Throne Room that was just as empty. For a while she wandered through the palace and at last found him on a balcony. 

-For how long have I been here?-

-The Sun is coming up in the Waking World-

-Mervyn said I’ve been here for a year-

-Time moves differently in The Dreaming. You do know that- she didn’t seem quite convinced - I assure you, Constantine, that it is still the same night that it is ending- 

-Even so, I’ve slept a lot. I should go now-

-Do you wish to leave?- 

-Well… it is an awkward situation, don’t you think? I locked you up, brought in Desire… of all your siblings. I better leave on my own before you kick me out- Dream looked amused -I can be a handful, I know- 

-You almost gave up your life for me-

-C’mon… don’t read too much into that. Is a regular Saturday for me-

-Still, payment is due-

-I can’t really use dream coins in The Waking World- 

-Gold and power are not the most important things in this existence and humans should be aware of that- Morpheus moved to a recently created hallway.

-Oh, we know… but we are not the brightest species, I fear. I guess you know that for sure- Constantine followed him and started to feel colder with every step. Both arrived to a rustic house in a small town -What is this place?- Morpheus ignored her question and guided her inside. 

It was a normal house, lots of souvenirs from different locations, some photographs, embroidered tablecloths and tapestries. Constantine was already wondering what she was doing in there when some steps came down the stairs. She saw her old self with a big pregnant belly looking at her in horror.

-Ivan!- screamed the woman and a man rushed downstairs. 

-You- Constantine recognized him immediately. He was the one she chased under a bridge and surprised her with a hit on the head -What have you done?- 

-Who the Hell are you both? Out of my house!- the man yelled while protecting the woman behind him. 

-You took everything from me… my life, my identity… and now this?!- she pointed at her old self -Who the fuck do you think you are?- 

-You are… oh, no… I wasn’t counting on it. I’m sorry I thought…-

-That I was dead? Having killed a woman was going to ease your conscience after this?-

-You don’t understand. I was trying to get her back… I needed a vessel… we always wanted a family but she left too soon- Constantine was so astonished and furious that she couldn’t even formulate a sentence -Look, all of it is in here. I guess we could fix things back, right?- 

She ripped the book from his hands and read the title out loud.

- "Introduction to advanced magic, as instructed by Roderick Burgess’ Order of Mysteries”- she tossed the book to Morpheus -Seems like even a century apart we’ve been screwed up by the same bastard- 

-I’m really sorry- the man began again.

-Shut up!!- yelled Constantine -You have no idea what you’ve done! And that pisses me off even more- she added clenching her teeth. She took the book from Morpheus’s hands and started to turn its pages violently. When she stopped, she searched for any kind of bottle or container she could find -Kneel- she instructed the woman -Kneel, I said! And you stay out of this- Constantine barked at the man -Be with me, wisdom of old… Flow like the river of time… Let go of ancient ways and forms… I’ll be yours and you’ll be forever mine- a strange liquid came out of the woman’s nose and Constantine collected it on a small perfume bottle -Well, the crappy poetry worked. Who’d known?- 

-What did you do to her?- the man asked. 

-I am Johanna Constantine, not that I can use that name anymore given that it is associated with that face. I’m an exorcist, occultist, a soon-to-be-damned from Hell and a pain in the buttocks for any supernatural being across the Universe. You could’ve not chosen a worst body to snatch for your little necromantic fantasy. Your little wife was being subjected to 30-something years of knowledge and memories that belong to me and that I need to keep on doing what I do best: getting rid of the pests that you amateurs bring to this plane by some fucking mistake and also fighting off any menace that could show up… not the kind of life you’ll want for a mother. So I took that back. You’re welcome- she kept the book for herself and left. Morpheus took one last look at the couple and followed Constantine’s steps. 

He found her smoking on a stone bridge, looking down at the river. Close to her, the book was being burned and the little bottle was empty. 

-Constantine…-

-Don’t you dare to say you’re sorry. Did you know about it? For how long?- 

-I have been searching in your old dreams, those who always come back so I could find your body. I knew no more. I thought you could get it back-

-I could’ve… but why would I? In that condition? And with the disgusting thought of him…- she stopped to take a deep breath -That’s not my body anymore… Neither is this one… I belong nowhere… but Hell, perhaps-

-A blood oath can be paid in many ways, regardless of who made it-

-Well… if I die it wouldn’t technically be my blood anymore. Maybe this is good for me, a loop hole on the clauses of the Avernus. Lucifer would just die enraged- she smiled even though she knew that things didn’t work that way.

-You are still needed- he assured her.

-By who? I lost everyone, I’ve tried to reach them and they think that I just took off and some spirit or demon is trying to play games with them. Only supernatural beings know who I am… and that is not always a good thing. No offense-

-You are always welcome in The Dreaming if you need some time-

-Asleep? Awake? Maybe I should just jump in that river and sleep forever- she hid a sigh on a sad smile, took a deep breath and started to walk away.

-Constantine- she turned -Change is not always comfortable or welcomed but it serves a greater purpose, one none of us can fight against. I cannot promise you that everything will be better soon, but there is still hope. There always is-

-Never quit your job, you are terrible as an aspirational speaker- she joked to his amusement.

-You and your family always served me well. I might still need you…-

“Any last words, Constantine?” 

Johanna grins, and despite having the upper hand, the demon holding her in hell chains flinches back.

Suddenly, the room darkens and all the oxygen seems to flee from the room.   

“Demon of hell,” Dream of the Endless’s voice booms. “You have harmed that which belongs to me.”  

“The fuck?! You -” the demon points at Johanna, and it is the last thing he does before he dissolves into a fiery smoke, banished back to hell.

Johanna looks up at her lover and rescuer, and rubs her newly freed wrists. “Took you long enough,” she says, trying to lighten the mood, but Dream is having none of it.  

“You are hurt,” he growls angrily, taking note of her injuries during the fight with the demon.  

“It’s not that big a deal, Dream, I just -”

“Sleep.”

Johanna immediately collapses into Dream’s arms.  

She wakes in a familiar bed that is not her own and sighs. 

“I was barely hurt!” she yells to the empty room. “You really need to stop doing the sleep trick, it’s really weird!”

“You need rest,” Dream insists, appearing by the side of the bed. “You are injured, and tracking that demon has robbed you of time in my realm.”

“Come over here, and make me rest then,” Johanna beckons, grabbing Dream’s sleeve and pulling him onto the bed with her. She knows she’s won when she feels the familiar warmth of Dream using his magic to melt the clothes from their bodies.

“You are insatiable,” Dream murmurs later into the curve of her neck, cock buried deep inside her.

“I - ah wasn’t the one who put me, ah ah in your bed, Dream King,” Johanna gasps, digging her nails into his back when he changes the angle of his thrusts.

“Were it up to me, I would not let you leave my bed at all,” Dream replies, gripping her hips tightly. She laughs. 

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A little girl was running down in the field chasing some bugs for her collection. Constantine was watching her from afar while sipping a cup of tea sitting on a garden set in her backyard. It was a perfectly sunny autumn day.

-Is that your daughter?- Matthew asked after arriving at her table.

-More like the little girl I never was, and this is the woman I’ll never be-

-Is this something you want?- 

-I’m in The Dreaming, am I not? What are dreams for if not for experiencing other possibilities beyond our lives. And no, I’m not looking forward to this… but some vacations would be nice- 

-Look!! Look!! I got an emerald grasshopper!- the girl came running to the table to show her finding. And it was indeed a grasshopper covered in green gemstones. 

-Well done, kid!- Matthew congratulated her.

-Oh, Matthew! Is it time to work then?- she asked with a hint of annoyance. 

-Sorry, Little Jo. I have to wake up- Constantine fixed the girl’s collar.

-That 's boring!- 

-I know, but I can’t be here forever- 

-Promise to come back?- 

-She will be back, I promise- Morpheus appeared to them and sat at the table. 

-I guess… I’ll have to go back in the house then- Little Jo replied with sadness.

-Don’t forget your treasure!- yelled Matthew once she started to run. The girl came back to the table, grabbed the bug and a cookie and then left -You were very sweet as a little girl. What the Hell happened?- 

-You used to be human, what the Hell happened?- retorted Constantine before pouring some tea on a cup for Morpheus -I was never like that. I couldn’t waste time with this kind of thing or having tea with imaginary friends. I had to live up to the Constantine Family Legacy. So at that age I was already reading about how to outsmart fairies and leprechauns in between my latin lessons and my sacred texts studies- 

-I’m sorry… I guess- Matthew was genuinely confused and didn’t know if it was appropriate to feel pity for her.

-What’s past is past. There is nothing to do but move forward- she finished her tea in one sip -What can I do for you tonight?- 

-How well do you know Fawny Rigg?- asked Morpheus.

-Been there a few times. The Museum for The Dark Arts has a less-than-competent staff and I’ve been summoned a couple of times to identify objects or just to deal with them- she took a pause to examine Morpheus’ face but as usual, no visible reaction -Also… given that it was my dad’s major ambition to get it back, I have the original blueprints and a few ones after the remodel. And these include secret passages and such. May I ask why? Are we planning a heist? Haven’t done one in a while- 

-It has been appearing in people's dreams a lot more frequently than usual and I…-

-I get it. No need to worry. I’ll deal with it. I’ll keep you informed IF it is something that could affect you- Constantine interrupted him -I guess it is time to wake up then- 

She opened her eyes and found herself in the mattress that she called “bed” in a corner of a room completely covered from floor to ceiling with books, artifacts and such. Constantine rolled over to stretch a little and saw Morpheus’s boots. 

-I see that little has changed since the last time we met-

-Shit, Morpheus you can’t just show up like that-

-You left before I could finish-

-Fine- she sat up -Turn- He seemed puzzled -I’m not talking to you in underwear, turn. Please-

-Constantine, I do not care about…-

-My house, my rules. Turn!- he did obey with reluctance, giving her enough time to put on some trousers and an old shirt -So… what was so important that you needed to come over here?- she asked once dressed and standing next to him.

-Whatever is happening in Fawney Rig seems to be linked to an artifact of old-

-No surprises there. The place is full with all kinds of shit-

-Had this been there before you would have noticed-

-They haven’t called me yet for anything…- then realization hit -oh, wait… they wouldn’t. I’m not Johanna Constantine anymore. Could be a good chance to get back on track, making new clients based on the old ones. Sorry, I’m thinking out loud, please do continue-

-Back in the times of the Plague, many amulets were created. Among them a chalice that was supposed to heal anyone that would drink of it-

-The Hollow Bone chalice. I’ve heard of it- she started to turn everything around until she found an old book bound in brown leather with  “J.C” engraved on its spine - “of all the trinkets he brought, there was one that caught my eye. A lead box sealed with wax and closed with chains. Supposedly The Hollow Bone lies in it but it is hard to tell given its nature. Bought it anyway, just in case it’ll come in handy”- she read out loud to Morpheus before giving him the book -You can say anything you want about my stuff, but she started it!- 

-So Lady Johanna had it with her- 

-According to the myth- Constantine started to explain while still trying to find something on her messy archive -Lady Johanna had it buried on one of the secret passages of the manor. Given that anybody who sees it either loses their mind or their eyesight, because… you know… tit for tat… get healthy, lose the rest… Anyway, she had it buried. Or so she says because according to her diaries, she did fired the man she asked to do it a few months later because he was stealing from her-

-And you think that maybe he took it instead of burying it- 

-That’s what the family has always believed. A-ha!- she exclaimed victorious after finding a bunch of rolled in papers -So…- she threw a few things from a small table to the floor and unrolled the maps -She says that the box was buried in this area, below the library that was also directly below her bedroom, thinking that whatever power the chalice had would affect her while sleeping, giving her eternal life and such. A fucking stupid idea, if I may. Why would anyone want to live forever?- she thought she saw a glimpse of amusement in Morpheus’ eyes -Anyway. As we know, the basement underwent some remodeling in order to have you there and there is no record at all of any box that was found. Of course, why would I believe in Roderick Burgess’ words when the man was nothing but an opportunistic piece of shit? Well… because years after his only son’s health got worse and when the museum started to take shape, they couldn’t find it among Burgess’ possessions so either it was never there or it was never found- 

-Do you know anything about him?- 

-About… Burgess’ son? No, I don’t care… he’s in a coma or something. For someone who claimed to be so different from his father, he did give away all the best tools of study to a bunch of wannabe magicians that gave my dad and me the worst headaches of our lives. He does not deserve my sympathy- she lit up a cigarette and continued -So… I guess this is also showing up in people’s dreams-

-It is-

-Well, My Lady, did ordered a few sketches because her curiosity was more valuable than people’s health I believe. Of course none of them is quite finished, but they did become popular in certain circles. Some even got published in books. Maybe someone saw them and thought it was a good idea to find it. Especially now after everything that happened and will continue to happen. Lots of very vulnerable and highly influenciable people looking for salvation and a world filled with bastards ready to prey on them- 

-May I show you one of the nightmares that caught my attention?-

-Sure, why not?- 

A door appeared behind her and Morpheus crossed it first. It was a dark hallway in Fawny Rigg, one that she had been in many times, but something was out of place and she couldn’t quite tell what it was. A woman started to run downstairs and both of them followed her. She was afraid and frantically tried to open several doors. 

Constantine stayed next to Morpheus, observing how she was trying to find a way out and then they could hear steps coming down the stairs. A figure made of smoke and darkness was getting closer, with The Hollow Bone in its hand, overflowing with a mixture of blood and wine. It was getting closer to the woman and before it could reach her Morpheus froze the dream. 

-I gather that this is not one of your nightmares- said Constantine.

-No. It is not-

-It looks scary, but there’s a human element to it. The size mostly- 

She tried to touch it to see if she could get rid of the eerie aura that thing had but all the sudden it moved quickly and grabbed her by the neck. Morpheus ended the dream.

Constantine fell face forward to the ground, she could still feel the cold hands on her throat and started to cough. 

-Who the fuck are you?!- a man yelled while turning on the lights, the woman next to him had just woken up screaming at the same time.

Constantine realized that this wasn’t her apartment, she didn’t have a nice carpet, let alone two people sleeping on a bed. She was literally yanked out of her train of thought by two hands that grabbed her by the neck of her shirt.

-Audrey, call the police- said the man, still lifting her up from the ground. 

-Oi!- Constantine tried to get his attention -It is going to sound super weird, but I sort of have an explanation- after realizing that it was a woman, he let her go -Or better yet… What is that thing you are dreaming of? The big shadow made of smoke chasing you with a chalice of blood, have you seen it before… in this world?- the woman, Audrey, dropped her phone.

-How do you know that?- he asked.

-I’m not talking to you, bruv- Constantine focused on her face, she was pale -I saw it in your dream, it attacked me that's how I ended up here. What do you know about it?-

-Nothing- Audrey was very close to crying - I don’t know anything about it-

-Fawny Rigg, have you ever been there?- 

-Enough questions, she’s upset and you better be thankful for being a lady… otherwise I’d be calling an ambulance- he grabbed Constantine by the arm and pushed her out of the bedroom and dragged her to the living room -Talk. Who are you? How did you get here? Why are you after her?- he asked while pushing her to sit down on the couch -I can’t hear you-

-Maybe because I’m not talking- 

-Don’t try to pretend to outsmart me-

-Honestly… I don’t think that’s much of a challenge- Constantine was scanning the room. Lots of history books, papers on the table that looked like student’s tests. Some interesting paintings… and then she saw it. She looked at the man again and confirmed her suspicion -Hob Gadling-

-How did you called me?- 

-Hob Gadling… I’ve read about you. In a way, we go way back- 

-My name is Robert and I do not know you-

-No, but you’ve met one of my ancestors, Lady Johanna Constantine, and my family has been keeping tabs on you for a while- she saw fear in his face - Don’t worry, they didn’t think you were a threat, so they just let you live your life… But you’ve got that drawing from her very hands, didn’t you? She has an exact copy of it in her journals- she pointed at a framed sketch of him and his friend at the White Horse. Audrey hated it, but still framed it for him as a present -And for what I can see… we have a common friend-

-He sent you here?-

-Sort of… I don’t think he knows she’s with you-

-He knows everything-

-Yes, but he has to care about the person first in order to know… he’s far more interested in her dreams- 

-Why? and most importantly… how?-

-Whatever creature is plaguing her dreams is concerning enough for one of his kind. And I don’t like to out anyone, he has to tell you how he knows anything about it… IF that’s what he wants to do-

- Is there anything you can do about it?-

-It depends… will she answer a few questions?-

-You can talk to me-

-Right… you know more about her dreams than herself. Makes sense-

-This has been a burden to her for a few weeks, I don’t want her to suffer more-

-Look, pal… she’ll suffer if I don’t get rid of it quickly enough-

-Is there a way were I…-

-No- Constantine answered almost rudely, this conversation was dragging too long -I know that you want to help but I need to talk to her at least once-

-I’m fine Bobbie, I can do it- Audrey joined them in the living room.

-Have you been there for long?-

-Not that long- said Constantine trying to reassure him -Sit down, love… and tell me everything you know-

-It started after the visit we did to the Dark Arts Exhibit-

-At Fawny Rigg?-

-No. It was a moving exhibit in a small location downtown- 

-That is odd. Have you ever been in Fawny Rigg? It was very well recreated in your dream- 

-Is that a place? A real house, I mean-

-Yes. So you’ve never been there… Was there anything related to it or to Wych Cross in the exhibit? Photographs, a layout of the place, sketches?- both didn’t seem to recall and just shook their heads to deny it - Is the exhibit still open? Do you think I could go?- 

-It was held in this old pub. Now doubles as an art gallery- Hob handed her a brochure. 

-Well, there’s no art like “dark arts”, am I right? Nice romantic date…- Constantine sarcasm was, weirdly enough, well received. 

-Bobby knows how much I love History. We meet on an exhibit about The Middle Ages and he just couldn’t stop laughing at people’s theories of how life was back then- 

-Charming… - Constantine didn’t know what to answer - I have to go. Here’s my number, just in case- she scribbled it on a piece of paper and handed it over.

-What’s your name?- asked Hob.

- Ah… well… I’m using J.C for now- 

- Jacey?- Audrey wanted to be sure about it. 

- Hmm… sure - she started to walk towards  the door.

- Do you live away from here?- Hob seemed genuinely interested to know. 

- That’s an excellent question and I shall know the answer once I’m out in the street- 

- Do you have money? Or a way to go back to your place? Do you need to make a call?- Audrey understood why he was asking and voiced her own concerns.

- Nah, I’m fine. I’ll manage- 

- Bobby will take you home in the car- Audrey made her position clear -Please- she added to soften her tone.

- What if I am a serial killer?- Constantine tried to get rid of the situation, but knew too well that it wasn’t going to work. 

- Trust me, I can handle it - answered Hob while going back to the room to change from his pajamas. 

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It could’ve been a quiet ride, but Hob was just too curious about how the Constantine Family was spying on him and for how long. Then his subject of interest switched to the paranormal and demonology. He was like a 5 year old constantly asking “Why?” 

-You can leave me in the corner- Constantine tried to sound polite and almost failed to.

- Is that your building?- 

- Is close to it-

- Nonsense. I’ll leave you at your doorstep. Chivalry isn’t dead, you see- 

- I guess you’d know better, right?-

- I know that a lady like you, being accompanied to her door by a strange man can be dangerous. I’ve seen it play out many, many times. But I’m one of the good ones, okay? You can trust me- 

- Yeah, that’s the kind of speech that definitely nobody with bad intent will ever say- Hob laughed - I read the reports, you live life at its fullest. I’m not afraid of you… but I don’t want you to see where I live so you don’t pester me anymore with weird questions- 

Hob laughed again and stopped the car. 

-I get it, sorry. I’m curious. I’ve been on this earth for over 600 years and just now I’m finding out that all stories and myths are basically true. It is wonderful! And I can be honest with you… you won’t think I’m pulling your hair or lying. I don’t have friends like that, with the exception of our common acquaintance, of course-

Constantine understood and felt pity for him. 

-Well… that is my building. I need to do some research and take a power nap before going to the pub-

-May I join you? I’m between jobs at this moment I have time-

-And your girlfriend? Won’t she think poorly of us?-

-Audrey is not of the jealous type, I’ll call her and let her know. She has a class to give either way- 

- It could be dangerous…- Constantine tried to persuade him not to come. 

-All the more reason to let me join you. I’ve been a soldier many times, I can hold my ground very well- 

-Sure…- she sighed with defeat -Only because you have a car and I’m short of cash for a cab- she added while exiting the car.

-I’ll be here in… two hours? Would that be fine?- 

-Yeah, sure… I guess it won’t take me that long-

-Great!- he said excitedly, started the car again and before she realized, he was gone.

-Great- she repeated sarcastically to herself before starting to knock on the door so someone would open.

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-Thank you so much for leaving me like that, you’re a true pal- Constantine bursted once she found herself at the library in The Dreaming. Morpheus was having a small meeting with Lucienne to plan new additions to the building. 

-That creature was beyond my control, ending the dream was the only way out- 

-Just say you forgot about me and call the day, I won’t get offended… I did it a few times myself- 

-I did not. Whatever it was, was extremely interested in you- 

-I think it's all the other way around. Do you know whose dream was it?- Morpheus seemed puzzled - Hob Gadling’s girlfriend’s: Audrey- 

-And you think that someone is trying to find me through him? Only Lady Johanna knew about our meetings and you are her descendant… probably the only human alive that knows it- 

-Dreams know no impossibilities… anything can happen-

-In my realm, not yours- 

-You are talking to a woman that got bodyswapped when it goes against any natural law- 

-Magic gets is power from the Endless’ realms, not yours- 

-Interesting… anyway, Hob is involved now and wants to help- 

-Not surprising. Should I assume that you talked to him about me?-

-I just said that I know you and that you are interested in her dreams, that’s all. I didn’t feel like explaining what’s and Endless and what do you all do and such- he didn’t seem quite happy with the news -Who else is having these dreams?-

-We have detailed reports and the log of dreams- Lucienne interrupted while handing her over one of her books.

-Is any of them somehow related with you?- this time the question was directed at Morpheus alone. Constantine started to read the names before he answered. 

-No-

-Well… “no” technically. Lots of these folk are somewhat connected to our big nice paranormal world. I recognize a few names… like Friar Santino. He’s a good friend of Mad Hattie and gives her shelter every now and then- she kept on checking other names -Maybe you are right, they are not after you… but they are going after immortals or, at least, humans with very long life spans. Curious-

-How would anyone find them? And why not going directly after them instead of their loved ones?- the librarian couldn’t quite understand how any of that was happening. 

-Those are great questions Lucienne, love… and I do not have the answers yet. But I’ll keep on working on it- she closed the book and returned it to its owner - Now, I know that you love to do things your way but this time, don’t be a bastard and listen to me. Stay out of the Waking World, tell your siblings the same and anyone that deserves a warning. I’ll handle this- Morpheus didn’t react but deep down she could tell that he found her amusing, a human trying to stop an Endless as if she possessed any kind of authority or power over him -Don’t be a cunt, would you? I’m trying to protect you from being locked up for another century- Constantine saw an almost smile on his lips but woke up before she could confirm it. 

Her back was killing her, she had it coming for choosing to fall asleep on a couch she had dragged from the street some time ago. It was absolutely busted and some springs were visible, but it was better than nothing back when she didn’t have a mattress. She got up slowly and stretched a bit. Then she heard a car honking. It was Hob ready to pick her up. 

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-So, we’re off to the pub?- he was waiting for her leaning on the vehicle like cool guys usually do in movies. 

-No, we have another stop before that-

-Found anything interesting?-

-Well, I had some revelations in a dream and I need to confirm them- she stopped before getting in the car -I think I’d better do this alone-

-C’mon! You won’t get rid of me so easily. I’m too invested- 

-Yes, I know. That’s why I think you should step out- 

- Not happening -

- And if I tell you that you might be a target?- Constantine challenged him while preparing herself to light up a cigarette. 

- Now you have my interest… hop on - before Hob could get in the car, a raven landed on its roof. 

- Oh, no. Matthew! - moaned Constantine after the bird turned to her.

- It wasn’t my idea. The Boss says to keep an eye on you both- 

- He can talk?!- Hob was beyond himself.

- You are 600 years old… how come you haven’t met magic or paranormal creatures before?- Constantine’s tone seemed surprised and upset at the same time.  

-I had a pretty sheltered life- 

- Hey, sweet ride… Can I get in? I promise to behave-

-Matthew. You better get back home. One thing is to go with one rookie. Two… is two too many- Constantine took a long draw of her cigarette and started to prepare a second one. 

-Who you’re calling “rookie”, miss? I went to Hell and made it out of there. I also fly between realms and I used to be human I know how people are- 

-What am I? A friggin’ aardvark?- 

- Alright, alright… enough losing time- Hob tried to calm them down -I don’t know you, feathery friend, but I like you… so, yes… be my guest and get in the car- 

- I call shotgun!- Matthew flew to the passenger’s seat. Constantine tossed her cigarette and lit up a new one before sitting on the back seat. She handed over a small piece of paper with an old address from her notebook, the engine started and the car quickly found its place in the ongoing traffic.

Luckily for her, Hob got so excited with Matthew’s stories that both of them forgot about her for a while, more than enough to doze off and try to scold Morpheus for sending his raven to her. Alas, she couldn’t sleep and just when she was about to be enraptured in slumber they had already arrived. 

The car stopped in front of a small chapel that had seen better days. Constantine had been witness of its beauty back in the day when people actually cared about their temple, something that the last two decades was decreasing more and more. 

-What a junkyard- Matthew flew to the sidewalk followed by both humans -Does anybody live here?- 

-Well… he did last time I saw him. About 3 years ago. Keep your fingers crossed- Constantine reached out to knock on the door but her hand hadn’t touched the wood yet when it opened up.

-Johanna- a very familiar voice called her with love before feeling two strong arms around her. 

-Hettie- Constantine let out rather coldly -This is Hob Gadling, he’s over 600 years old- she broke the embrace -This is Mad Hettie, she’s 200 and something… have fun- she slid inside the house and let those two greet each other -Where’s the Friar?-

-In bed. He wasn’t feeling well lately- Hettie closed the door once everyone was inside -Come, I’ll make you a nice cuppa tea- 

-No thanks, I’m working- Constantine went directly to the bedroom without a single glance at any of her companions. 

She slowly opened the door and saw Santino in bed. He was still in his late 40s but seemed a lot older now. His breathing was shallow and Constantine realized that he didn’t have too much time. 

-He’s been like that for a couple of weeks. I’ve been taking care of him- Hettie snuck into the room -Did you need something?- 

-Morpheus noticed certain similarities in different dreamers. I checked his records and I recognized a few names as friends of immortals. The Friar was there and Hob’s girlfriend- 

-The Hollow Bone- murmured Hettie.

-You knew about it?- 

-I never saw it… but I heard rumours. For it to work, you must have someone healthy in front of it. That’s the only way it can steal from them-

-Steal from? Steal their health? Their lives?-

-This time it’s probably a trap. Get an immortal, get their immortality- 

-Magic usually doesn’t work like that. Everything is a lot more monkey paw than wishful thinking- 

-Only those of us who study magic to connect with something sacred and greater than ourselves know that. Those who use it to feed their greed bring nothing good to themselves- 

-Bold words… and wrong- Constantine left the room. 

-Magic is the reason why you’re still here Johanna- 

-The reason why I’m here is because you keep getting your nose where it doesn’t belong-

-You would have died!- 

-Maybe I should’ve!- 

-Ladies…ladies. Enough yelling!- Hob found them in the hallway that went to the kitchen. 

-What would you have done?- Hettie rushed to get him in the conversation -Leave one of the most talented people you know, a true friend you can trust and always count on, to die… or give them a second chance?- 

-Is that about me or the other broad?-Constantine questioned Hettie before Hob could answer.

-She’s still there?- the old woman’s face lost all of its colour.

-Yes, she gives me awful headaches. Not even alcohol shuts her up-

-She wasn’t supposed to stay there…- Hettie was talking to herself now -This won’t be good- 

-Oh, you think?- 

-And the Oneiromancer said nothing about it?- 

-He probably knows who she is… but didn’t share much, as usual. Care to enlighten me?- Constantine sat down on the kitchen table and lit up another cigarette. 

-Her name is Calixta. One of the eldest witches that still live- 

-I imagined as much, didn’t get her name though-

-With her first coven she tried to replace The Gray Ladies, and they didn’t take it lightly. Once everybody else was killed, Calixta hid offworld and sworn vengeance… she only needed a little bit more… Time-

-So that’s why the Endless put a bind on her and why she hates them so much- Constantine realized.

-I’m sorry… I don’t understand a single thing you’re both saying- Hob was absolutely lost but still marvelled at the different revelations that he was exposed to in the last couple of minutes.

-I understood about half of it, trust me, if you didn’t it's for the best- answered Matthew.

A muffled scream got to them and Constantine ran to the room followed by the rest. The Friar was on the floor and a dark figure was on top of him. The shadow saw Hettie and Hob and charged to attack but Constantine got rid of it with a wave of her hand that turned it into sand.

-I’ve seen that before. The sand, I mean- Hob said almost proud.

-Yeah… magic of old, bruv- Constantine warned Hettie with just a look to keep her mouth shut. 

-But that is no ancient spirit- the old witch moved forward to help the Friar, the others joined her effort -Did you see how it looked at us? I tell you, it is after immortals- she checked Santino but her hopes weren’t too high -I think it's better for you to leave, he won’t make it past tonight- she guided them outside the room and closed the door behind herself.

-Maybe if I can stop it before sundown…- Constantine mumbled.

-There’s nothing you can do now, focus on those still in danger- Hettie walked down to go back to the kitchen.

Constantine turned to the door after hearing a swift sound she knew too well and released an exhausted breath after having a glimpse of a shadow under the door. She was running out of time. Audrey would be next.

Hob and Matthew were waiting for her in the garden with Hettie, who was ready to leave.

-He’s gone- said Constantine trying hard not to sound affected by it -Will you bring in the police?-

-I guess I’ll have to. Even if I don’t like it- Hettie answered.

-Let’s go to the exhibit then, before its too late-

The three of them got in the car and made it to the pub where it all began. 

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It was a modern-looking building, like any new gentryfied store in a high-class neighbourhood.

The doors were wide open and, according to Hob, there was no charge for tickets because it was covered by the alcohol and food sold within. 

The moment Constantine was inside she recognized the place instantly.

-Bloody bastards- she said under her breath while exiting the door to go back to the street. She got in and out a few times -Fucking Hell-

-The exhibit is inside, on the first hall-

-It’s a small, minimalistic building… the big ass hall with wooden stairs isn’t strange to you?- Hob looked at her confused -This is Fawny Rigg!- she almost yelled.

-I’ve told you I don’t know that place- 

-Check your phone’s GPS and tell me what it says. I bet 10 quid that it says Wych Cross, right?- she grabbed him by the arm and dragged him outside -Does it says London now?- 

-How?- 

-You just assumed that it was bigger on the inside, right Doctor?- Constantine was examining the door frame and found a few carved symbols on it - it’s a portal- she stopped him before he got in again -I need you to get here in your car and Matthew, now you have something to report to your boss… but he’s not allowed to come here, got it?- 

-I can try but he won’t like it- 

-Scratch his eyes if needed. He must remain over there-

-I’m a raven, not a crow!- Matthew was done with people confusing his species -Why don’t you go and try to convince him? I’ll wait here, nothing will get in or out without me knowing-

-Because I don’t want you here when things get bad. Just go!- she pushed the bird from its standing to force it to fly but it stayed in its place.

-If things will get bad I better stay- Hob didn’t like the idea of leaving her alone either. 

-I know that you probably have a good base for a knight in shiny armor complex but… 1) I’m not a child, 2) I’ve done this hundreds if not thousands of times before and 3) I’ll need a ride from Wych Cross back to London once I’m done and closed the portal. So both of you, stop being so stupid and get the hell out of here- she ran to the building and closed the doors behind her. 

Hob followed but after getting inside he found himself in an empty store.

On the other end, Constantine had already erased part of the spell that had the portal open and hid for a while after seeing that the museum was still open. 

The sun was coming down, visitors left and everything was quiet on the main floor but upstairs the sound of voices, footsteps and furniture being moved around became louder and louder. Silently she left the room she was in and went to the main hall. A few cloaked figures were talking on the balcony but didn’t see her. She moved fast to the library where she knew there was a secret passage to the first level of the basement. If she made it there, she could go through the garden to the main gates to stop Hob from entering the perimeter in his car and alerting everyone of his presence. 

Once in the garden, she felt able to breathe again and thanked all wannabe-sorcerers that believed more in following an aesthetic based on medieval castles than in one based on nature as magic was always intended. She lit up a cigarette and waited but time was passing by faster than expected. She gave up and went back to the mansion that now was completely lit up as if there was a party going on. Crack. A branch behind her snapped and before she could prepare herself someone grabbed her by the shoulders. As a mere reflex, she threw a punch and would’ve started to run had she not been surprised by a soft “ouch!” followed by a playful laughter. 

-I had it coming, my bad- Hob rubbed the sore area on his face -Good one, but there’s room for improvement- Constantine didn’t smile nor answer -Do you really think that this is the first time I sneak into someone else’s home uninvited? I’ve been a thief many times… and a lover a few others.-

-So I’ve been wasting time waiting here for nothing-

-I’m not an idiot. I know that they shouldn’t see me and you should’ve told me where to find you once I got here- Constantine mumbled a “fine” and kept moving towards the house -So what’s the plan?-

-I get in, listen to what they are doing and, if I can, I’ll stop them-

-And what do I do?-

-Wait in the car- 

-Nice try- he followed her to the house.

-Hob, I mean it. This could be dangerous for you…-

-And for you too, Constantine- Morpheus’ voice rumbled behind her. 

-Oh, for fuck’s sake!- she would’ve yelled louder but didn’t want to be heard -I’ve told you to stay away from here!-

-So Mad Hettie told you about Calixta-

-You always show up at the wrong time. Why don’t you go with your BFF to have something to drink and leave me the fuck alone?-

-As much as I would like to- Hob interrupted -We, old gents, can’t leave a young girl into a scary house alone-

Constantine bit her tongue and focused on going back to the house. The chants were getting louder, the night seemed to close in and the air charged with electricity. Once again, Constantine’s stomach had a weird feeling and in the moment she touched the doorknob a wave of magic knocked the three of them down.

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-Hey, wake up!- Constantine heard Hob calling for her and felt some gently kicking on her foot. Once she opened her eyes, she found herself hand-tied on the floor. Hob was too, sitting against a wall and further back Morpheus, still unconscious. 

-What the Hell happened?- she incorporated and looked at the knots on the rope. 

-A spell I guess… I’m not the expert, you see- 

-He is asleep?! Now I’ve seen everything…- without losing a second she burned the rope with her favourite trick to summon fire. 

-That’s brilliant! Can you do it  for me too?-

-I fear you wouldn’t stand the heat. We’ll go old school- she pulled a small pocket knife from her jacket and cut the first row of rope to loosen up all the rest. Once Hob was free they went to see Morpheus -Wake up- she didn’t know if she was allowed to touch him but decided to reach for his face and immediately set her hand away.

-What happened?!-

-He’s warm- Hob looked at her as if she was crazy -He’s so cold and distant that I thought his body would match!- she excused herself and reached at Morpheus again but there was no reaction -He’s really going to hate me after this… Hob, I need you to go to the other end of the room, cover your ears… maybe sing something, I don’t know… nobody should hear what I’m about to say, it would be really dangerous for him. Got it?- he agreed and walked away -Please don’t get angry- she leaned as close as she could to his ear and whispered something. 

Morpheus was completely awake in less than a second and his eyes were fixed on her.

-How do you know that name?- he asked with contained rage.

-Since our last meeting I thought of getting a safe word… just in case you ever try to kill me again- she stood up with Hob’s help. Morpheus declined their hands. 

-Who told you that?- 

-You know fairly well who has that kind of information. I won’t tell- 

He grabbed her by the arm -You are playing with forces beyond your abilities, Johanna Constantine-

-Let me go- even though Morpheus' grip was strong, he wasn’t hurting her. Still she wanted her arm back -I promise that I will not use it again… unless you make me- his eyes were still laser focused on her -I swear- his fingers started to relax, but his face had no change. 

-Am I interrupting a tender moment?- a voice at the end of the stairs got their attention.

-You again- Constantine couldn’t believe it, Iván The Bodysnatcher as she called him, was coming down the stairs to meet them. 

-Johanna… you seem to have more lives than a cat- he grinned -How do you do it?-

-A magician never gives up her tricks-

-Well, I don’t need them… I already have quite a few under my sleeve- he pulled a leather book from his back -Do you recognize this?- 

-Why should I?- 

-This used to be you- he laughed rubbing the leather -After the fast one you pulled on me, I had no use for your old body. I needed all your memories and knowledge… and you took it all away. That girl was useless as you left her, but the body itself. Your flesh and blood are… were… quite powerful-  

-What about the baby?- 

-The child was a different story… he survived, for a while. But, he’ll have a chance to prove his worth. We’ll see if, in a true Constantine fashion, he can cheat death. He’s the culmination of an ancestral bloodline… With proper training he’d be the greatest of them all- he looked around -I know this one- he pointed at Morpheus -but not that one -this time he was talking about Hob -and to be fair my dear, we were never properly introduced either. I’m a distant cousin of yours: Iván Grigoriev Konstantinovich… and you have no idea how annoying it is to have news of the most successful part of the family after accomplishing the most basic spells and “saving the world”. I am better than you. I was able to fool you and now, I will show you- 

-If this is a family thing, let these two go. Trust me, the last thing either of them would want is to be related to us-

-No, you brought two immortals to my doorstep. I accept your gift, they’ll be useful. C’mon, upstairs. Can’t keep our guests waiting- 

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In the candlelit main hall there was a group of about 20 people in cloaks, all of them on their knees. 

-My friends, we have succeeded. Here we have the final piece to complete our quest: my cousin Johanna and two of her immortal friends. The three of them will give us the power needed to bring those who left us too soon- 

-You cannot bring back the dead. It is against The Laws- Morpheus interrupted.

-I’ll make Death do as I say-

-Good luck- Constantine murmured. 

-You must always have the last word, do you?- 

-At least I know how to keep my mouth shut in order not to confirm what a fool I am- she retorted -Cheating Death? Really? After centuries upon centuries of wannabe necromancers failing over and over? If you weren’t such a bastard I’d pity you-

-What if I give you a lesson? Which one of these two do you like more?- 

-Both are different yet equally annoying- 

-But they seem to care about you- 

-You could skin me alive and they won’t lift a finger. He doesn’t know me that well and this one isn’t allowed to intervene in such affairs- 

-We’ll see- Ivan grabbed her by the hair and Morpheus stopped his friend before he could do anything. 

-He’ll kill her!- murmured Hob.

-No- was the only answer he got.

Constantine was taken to the center of the hall to be seen by all. 

-Look at tonight’s offering! A fresh soul damned to Hell. The last of her lineage- he opened his book and started to chant in some ancient language long gone. A black smoke started to rise and all the followers got into a trance. Constantine saw how it all seemed to come out from a wooden box in an improvised altar. She looked at her friends and Morpheus understood. He guided Hob away from it all after putting to sleep some of those that were guarding them and the doors. 

-So you all think that with this pathetic ritual, a few immortal lives, The Hollow Bone and some lame cloaks you can bring back the dead? That cannot be done. What’s lost is lost-

-That’s what weak people believe. Like you and your family- Iván was putting on a mask, the one that showed up in Audrey’s dream while walking towards the box.

-Clever… using magic gemstones as eyes avoids you from seeing it by yourself. That’s a good one-

-As I said, I am better than you-

-Not by much. Do you know whose body is this?- Iván didn’t care and continued to prepare himself for the rite -An old witch that tried to take on the Furies. Another idiot, like you. That’s why your little spell isn’t working on me… isn’t it odd that I’m not in a trance like them? Like the weak ones, I mean?-

-Enough! I’ll teach you to shut up!- Iván now was right in front of her and pulled his grimoire out of his pocket. With a swift movement Johanna stole it and sent him to fly across the room. The mask fell and she put it on before opening the box and grabbing the chalice herself. It was made of the top of a skull carved and engraved as if it was a seashell framed in silver, the engravings belonged to an old language long lost. 

Constantine started to chant a counterspell to get everyone off their trance and as they woke up a worse fate came to them. Many immediately wither, others lost their minds and started to scream and cry. Iván looked at her in horror before all reason abandoned him. 

With each gain the chalice filled itself with blood meant to be drank but she didn’t hesitate and smashed the whole thing on the floor, tossing all the remaining pieces into the fire that was burning on the chimney. 

The screams and agitation forced Hob to enter and he found her observing a bulk of white linen. 

-What happened?-

She didn’t answer but went to a nearby desk and grabbed the phone -I’m at Fawny Rigg in Wych Cross- her voice sounded scared and about to cry but her face and eyes were as cold as ice -some people broke in, they are howling wearing cloaks… chanting… They have a dead baby with them. Please send someone quick!- before the operator could ask any question she hung up the phone -Your girlfriend is fine now, you better go back to her- she grabbed Iván’s book of spells and a bottle of hard liquor from a cabinet. 

-Don’t you want a ride back?- he couldn’t even finish the question before both Constantine and Morpheus left the room to go to the garden. 

She walked really fast although she knew that he would find her anyway.

-Constantine!- his voice was cold and authoritarian -Do you have any idea of how many lives have you just ruined?- 

-You know? Before all this craziness I used to get calls from all over the world to go and work on different cases. Not so long ago I received one from Georgia, the US state, not the country. All of the sudden a massive influx of serial killers decided to confess their crimes. Many commited suicide after doing so, others went to jail and some others got capital punishment. I got called in because all of them spoke of a pale, tall and slim figure dressed in black showing up saying that he was going to take all their dreams and fantasies away so they could feel the suffering of their victims and their actions. Sounds familiar?- 

-It is not the same…- 

-Why not? Because I’m just a human and you are an Endless? All those people there would’ve gone to the worst extremes to get what they wanted. You, better than anyone, know how deep human greed and desire for power goes. That room was filled with soon-to-be Roderick Burgess and I am not in the mood to deal with all of them later-

-You are not allowed to be judge and executioner-

-Neither are you- she noticed restraint on his end -Unless The Dreaming is at stake, of course. You lot are unbelievable. Humans are flawed, so we create flawed gods, and they create flawed humans again in a never-ending game of the chicken and the egg… “but The Endless aren’t gods” you’ll say, you still can’t exist without any of us. The main difference between all of you and humans is that our lives are too short and you use your long existence to put yourself on a pedestal above everyone else to save yourself from the mud and the shit we are constantly swimming in. Not because you deserve it, but because it feels nice, doesn’t it? To see all of us as if we are little animals in a maze that need to be scolded every now and then? I am your reflection, Morpheus, and if you don’t like what you see… maybe I’m not the one with the problem- she kept walking to a metal trash can nearby, occasionally sipping the liquor bottle. 

Morpheus watched her starting a fire with the trash in it and the alcohol. Once the flames were big enough, she gave a last look at Iván’s grimoire. She had to destroy it, it was too dangerous for it to end in the wrong hands… but she couldn’t. 

-I’ll go get the car- Hob was now next to him -Do you think she’ll come?- 

-She will. But she might need some assistance- 

-Does she feel bad? Should I call an ambulance?- 

-No- Morpheus’ anger was gone, her words gave him a new perspective that either was long forgotten or never considered -I will talk to her. Can you meet us down the road?- Hob nodded and Morpheus started to walk towards her. 

The bottle was practically empty and Constantine decided to sit down in the grass for a while. 

-I’m sorry for lashing out like that. I don’t know what happened- she said without looking at Morpheus standing next to her.

-You are apologizing?- 

-Don’t tell anyone, it’ll ruin my reputation- she stood up -It was the child, I guess… is not mine but… are his eyes like mine? Or his nose? The shape of his ears? That baby is a part of the old me and he’s dead… just like this- she showed him Iván’s book -I must destroy it. The spells written are beyond any other material I have ever encountered… but this is me… even the parchment inside is made of my skin. I remember those moles, those scars…if I burn it, it’ll be as if I’ve never existed- she wiped her tears before they left her eyes -I’m so tired of all this. The end of the world can’t come soon enough, only then I’ll be free- 

-You are a human. The weight of world is not on your shoulders-

-Well it sure feels like it. “We are here as the first line of defense of humanity. Our family’s duty is to ensure the balance between worlds and help those in need” my grandparents loved making me say it first thing in the morning and right before going to bed. I hated it, of course, but the brainwash worked perfectly. I mean… look at me now- she looked at the grimoire again -I think I know the answer… but could you keep it? I’m not ready to destroy it but it cannot remain here-

-Lucienne will keep it safe and away from any curious dreamer- he took the book from her hands and saved it on his coat -We still need to talk about the deal you have done for my birth name- Morpheus said.

-Your mother!- 

-Lady Night is not easy to find and she does not like to be disturbed. Any kind of deal with her should not be taken lightly-

-Do you really think that this is the first time I deal with a tricky entity?- she lit up a cigarette and started to walk towards the asphalt road- I knew from the moment she gave me the names of all of you, unprompted, that she was planning something. Whatever it is, I shall deal with it myself. Don’t worry-

-You should not have done it-

-Look, I’m just a pawn in a very large game of chess… unlike others, I won’t be easily sacrificed. I’ll do whatever I must to stay here longer and sour all your existences. Plus I’m really helpful to you… you’ll be bored and lost without me- 

-So you have come to terms with your new body?- Morpheus asked to hide his amusement.

-Not quite there yet, Calixta is a cunt. But this wasn’t my fault. It was Mad Hettie’s … she thought I deserved to be saved. What an idiot- 

-She cares about you- both saw Hob’s car getting closer -as do I -he handed over a necklace to her.

-Our relationship is not in the jewelry gifting phase just yet. You never even took me out for dinner- 

-It is my sigil-

-I know what it is. I wasn’t born yesterday- 

-If you ever need my help…-

-I know how a sigil works, no need to explain- she cut him off.

-Touch it, think of me or call my name- 

-Yeah… it’s what I’ve been doing. Doesn’t sound inappropriate at all- she accepted it nonetheless -I probably won’t even use it, just so you know- 

-I’m off to London if anyone needs a ride- Hob had already parked next to them -What do you say?- 

-I say that I’ll take the back seat. I need a nap- Constantine opened the door and turned before getting in -I guess I’ll see you around- Morpheus nodded. 

-And you, my friend? Should I take you somewhere?- 

 -Not this time, Hob. But it was a pleasure to see you again- 

-Well, you always know where to find me… somehow. See you next time, in a few days or a hundred years… I’ll be here- Morpheus smiled. 

The car started to move and in a few moments disappeared on the horizon, by then the Dream Lord was already gone. 

Once back in the city, Hob dropped her off on her building under the promise of visiting more often. She wasn’t entirely amused, but couldn’t deny that she needed a friend. 

Before opening the door, she heard a well known voice. 

-Johanna- Mad Hettie seemed worried -Calixta had many enemies. Other witches that tried to kill her many times before know that she's still here. You should be careful-