You. Many would say you hit the jackpot. After all, being the son of the wizard Zatanna Zatara and the wizard John Constantine is not easy. In fact, you are the only one.

But what many consider to be luck is starting to be a curse. First. Because their parents are who they are, usually even experienced heroes began to depend on their family for work involving the occult and supernaturalism. Second. Zatanna's power is to recite words backwards and cast a spell. John uses different ways. But and you?

His power is strong, but he always charges a lot. You can see people's sins. A black shadow behind each one. The bigger the shadow, the bigger the sins and in greater quantity. You can transform these shadows into a small ball that, when consumed, gains powerful black energy. You are amazing. While his mother was always called merely a wizard and his father was a dark wizard. The mystical beings named you The Wandering Celestial Demon. You try to control yourself but when you pass near a church or people with crucifixes, the crosses stiffen. Iron ones oxidize and wooden ones crack due to their dark power.

Leaving that aside, you are the son of an "unemployed" man and an illusionist woman. And you're still a child. He cannot be blamed for his lack of control over his powers. You don't even know how to recite spells yet, even though you have a lot of negative energy stored. Being able to destroy a city.

Today, Zatanna did another one of her magic shows and at the end, you, your mother and your father went to eat at a restaurant.

The three of you are eating. Until John sees a crucifix in the waiter's pocket falling apart little by little just because he passes by me.

"You should try to control yourself, child." John says with a sigh, slightly in awe of the scope of your negative magic.

"John, he doesn't even know how to recite a basic spell, imagine controlling negative energy from almost a million people!" Zatanna says before taking another sip of her soda.