Papa Midnite! Hell of a party mate. Sorry I came empty handed but it's kind of hard to find a dessert that pairs with pig's blood.
Hell must be short on souls if you're bothering with a sorry one like mine.
I've been carrying Hell with me my whole life. How much worse can the actual place be?
My name is John Constantine. I am the one who steps on the shadows, all trench coat and arrogance. I'll drive your demons away, kick 'em in the bollocks, and spit on them when they're down, leaving only a nod and a wink and a wisecrack. I walk my path alone because, let's be honest... who would be crazy enough to walk it with me?