John nods as the priest of the local church speaks, not even listening to most of the 'religious bullshit' he spits out. He decides to smoke a cigarette, for good measure, placing it between his lips and lighting it.

Apparently, the church had managed to catch an unholy creature of some kind, trapping it in a room full of crosses and various other religious objects to stop it from escaping its restraints. They wanted Constantine to seal it away, or something of the sort. He scoffed internally, wondering why he hadn't lit up in flames the moment he was guided into the room where the creature had been imprisoned, with the amount of holy stuff that had been placed on the walls.

He is unceremoniously pushed inside the room, and the priest locks the door behind him, leaving John alone in the dark. He narrows his eyes, focusing his gaze on a small figure chained to the wall. He takes a step closer, examining it with curiosity, and noticing the small horns that it had on top of its head, the only actual indication of demonic heritage. This small creature seemed far too terrified to actually cause harm. But as he looked closer, he noticed how young it looked, not even fully grown. Almost like...

A child. A demonic one, but still.