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Ghost Helpline Part 1
Constantine wasn’t upset no no of course not … he was fucking pissed!!!
How on earth was this his life now??? He grabbed as many totems and charms as he could. They were going to need as much luck as they could get their hands on.
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“Bloody fucking Hell this is by far the worst idea I have ever heard and I want absolutely no part of it!!!”
“John”
“Don’t you John me Z! This is obviously a bad idea!!!”
WonderWoman sighed, “We understand the risks but we are out of options.”
“Pppfff as if we wanted you here in the first place pal”
“Hal!”
“What it’s true if this spell? Summoning? Offering? What ever the hell it’s called didn’t require two magicians we would have just let Zatanna do it!”
“Stop it everyone we cannot be fighting amongst ourselves right now! We have to be ready for anything that happens and whoever decides to help us.” Superman crossed his arms. “Uh question, I get the whole dabbling in magical creatures equal bad but uhhh who or what are we doing exactly?” Wally said offhandedly to Robin(Dick)
“That’s just the thing … we don’t know this Circle is essentially an open invitation to anyone who can help us,” Zatanna sighed “Which means we have to be ready for the worst including whatever it is this creature may want in exchange.” “Oh yeah,” John huffed “Our first born, blood of a virgin, Superman’s soul totally nothing we need to worry about or take to mean We. should. Not. Do. this! !”
Batman ‘cleverly’ choose that moment to walk in, “Alright then start it up.”
Magic is always hard to describe; the colors, and motion like something out a fantasy but this ? This was inexplicable as the candles rose to the ceiling, smoke filled their eyes and the sound of, well -some kind- of animal shook their ears. Then as fast as it came it was gone, as they adjusted to the scene they saw who now occupied the middle of the circle.
Horns
“Bollocks it just had to be a devil.”
Black hair sloppily put into twin buns, held together by … twine???
Superman’s eyebrows creased in slight confusion.
Tan skin painted black in the pattern of an old broken glass on their arms.
Flash stilled next to his nephew.
A scar from a blade ran across one half of their face.
WonderWoman lowered her lasso.
Gold eyes.
Zatanna felt uncomfortable.
There in the circle stood what they would all guess to be a 12 maybe 14 year old???
Batman’s stomach suddenly felt uncomfortable.
“What the ….-“
“Hello Mortals! You have reached the Infinite Realms HelpLine! You may call me Konstelacio! How may I be of assistance?”