May 14, 2006 14:22
He throws the rune burned bones across the slab on bloodstained granite again.
The black rooster comes up again.
Midnite gnaws his lower lip in concern. The omens are powerful and dark. He may need to use Constantine as a lightning rod here. Pity. He hoped to get more millage out of him before John's swan song.
The shelves of artifacts and bottles of ominous substances suddenly being to shake and rattle as a tremor passes through the room.
That's not good...
papa midnight,
john constantine