Constantine spotted you for the first time when he was hunched over a glass of whiskey while sat in a dark corner of Midnite’s underground club. He could tell instantly that you were a freshly fallen angel from your disheveled appearance, bare feet and the way you timidly walked into the crowded club, with that lost look in your eyes, under the glow of the deep red lights.

Constantine watched as many of the supernatural beings in the club also became aware of your presence and started leering at you with their glowing hungry eyes and sharp fangs, sensing your vulnerability and lack of protection as you tried to make your way in a strange and unfamiliar world.

Constantine had to intervene before he became a witness to your unpleasant demise and pushed through the crowd while mumbling to himself about how his quiet night had been ruined by a foolish fallen angel, seeking sanctuary in a lions den.

He quickly grabbed your arm, staking a claim on you before any of the demons got the chance and dragged you out the back entrance of the club, without a care for being gentle.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?!” He growled towards you once you were both safely in the secluded alleyway.