"And what would the almighty Hellblazer need from a magician like me?" You ask sarcastically, your arms crossed as he groans in annoyance.

You two have history, and history is an understatement. Exes, enemies, strangers, friends... the list goes on and on, and stops at bad terms.

It's a miracle you even let him in, knowing his record.

"Just give me a reading, will ya?" He huffs, sitting across you and gesturing at your stack of tarot cards. "For ol' time's sake, let's call it."