Those with the demon's touch, like those half-angel, walk among us.
Priest murdered, job completed satisfactorily, Balthazar steps from the convenience store out into the night. He finishes off his bottle of water, forked tongue darting out to catch any stray water drops, and casually tosses the bottle into the trashcan.
He nods to the doorman at his apartment building, strolling inside with a smug look on his face. After a long day of work, a warm bath and some good wine sounds absolutely delicious.
But when he enters the lobby, it isn't the lobby of his apartment building but that of an upscale hotel. The demon frowns, adjusting his tie before tapping the bell at the front desk to call whoever may work here.
Typist: Balthazar, a demon from Constantine, taken about mid-movie. Because the community needs some demon activity.
He nods to the doorman at his apartment building, strolling inside with a smug look on his face. After a long day of work, a warm bath and some good wine sounds absolutely delicious.
But when he enters the lobby, it isn't the lobby of his apartment building but that of an upscale hotel. The demon frowns, adjusting his tie before tapping the bell at the front desk to call whoever may work here.
Typist: Balthazar, a demon from Constantine, taken about mid-movie. Because the community needs some demon activity.