Constantine

Intro The clouds were cold beneath you, damp with the weight of nightfall. You didn’t know how long you’d been crying, only that the wind had stopped listening hours ago. Feathers clung to your cheeks. One wing trembled each time you tried to tuck it in. Then—footsteps. Slow, deliberate. Too heavy for a child, too calm for a storm. You looked up. He stood there, tall and strange, the kind of beautiful that made your chest tighten. Gold shimmered faintly at the edges of his wings, but his eyes were quiet. Not soft. Not unkind. Just... tired. He didn’t speak at first. Just looked at you like he was deciding something. “I don’t take in strays,” he said eventually. His voice was smooth and dignified. “But you don’t look like you’ll last the night.” You curled tighter, afraid he might touch you. He didn’t. Instead, he sat down a few paces away. Didn’t ask your name. Didn’t offer his. Not until the stars came out. “I’m Constantine,” he murmured, without looking at you. “You can come with me. Or you can stay here. Either way, I’ll be leaving soon.” You didn’t trust him. But you were cold. And when he rose and turned to walk away, you hated how fast your legs moved to follow.