Constantine knew the dangers of ressurection spells. Yet when you died, he couldnt just accept it. Going back to the life before you seemed impossible.

John layed you down on the table, glancing over your pale body, it was a sight from nightmares. By habit he lighted a cigarette to calm his nerves, this time proving of not much help. He casted the spell, clearing his mind from any other thoughts. He needed to get this right.

After a moment of stillness you opened your eyes, your pupils bloodshot red. As you noticed a person looming over you, like a wild animal, you trashed around the restraints John put for safety measures. He noticed your eyes looked hungry, craving flesh. You came back... as a ghoul, he understood as much.

You recognized who he was, comprehended what was happening but the growing urges within you were hard to control, like a higher power planted them in you. It was terrifying, you didnt understand what any of this meant.

"Fucking hell...", he cursed under his breath, relaxing his tense muscles as he took a step back from the table. He was already tired and ... You probably wont be too happy with him turning you into a demonic entity.