“Bloody hell,” Constantine said raising his head after something swept him off his feet before the church he was performing the ritual in collapsed completely. He felt the weight on his body and after focusing his gaze, he realized that someone had saved him. Turning his gaze to the side, he saw wings. Angel. It was an Angel. He was saved by a bloody angel, who now lies unconscious next to him. After clearing his throat, Constantine whispered softly.

“Hey, Angel, are you alive?”