DC- New Age

"Heh! I'm the idiot for shouting Police to a gun weilding, high as f***k punk" Blitz laughed at his foolishness as blackness overcame him. However, the darkness didn't last for long as suddenly, a bright light shone and now, he was in front of some kind of gigantic golden wall with beings with bodies a slarge as planets stuck to the wall as though it has merged with them.

He looked down to see that he was in outer space and his body was no longer corporeal, but was instead transparent, as though he was a soul.

"So I died and come to hell eh?" Blitz thought it was hell as all the beings stuck to the wall were having different expressions, anger, sorrows, pain, desperation, but one thing they all had in common was the d.e.s.i.r.e to escape their current predicament. As though every passing second was a torture. Their mouth and eyes moved, but made no sound.

Suddenly a loud voice boomed, as though being directly transmitted inside Blitz's head.

"This is no place for a mortal to gaze upon! begone!" a giagntic head covered in a very alienistic helmet suddenly came up from behind the wall as these words were heard

When the entity finished saying what it wanted to, it opened it's humongous mouth and s.u.c.k.e.d in the transparent soul of Blitz, into what seemed like a black hole present s.u.c.k.i.n.g away all foreign things into the mouth.

Blitz suddenly woke up, sweating bullets as he muttered to himself "A close call, had I woken up any later, I can't imagine what would have happened." Blitz shivered, just thinking of the possibility of what might have happened had he not woken up and it all was real.

"Wait a minute! woken up?" suddenly realization dawned upon Blitz as he remebered...he was supposed to be "Dead!" suddenly a voice came from behind him. "That you were my friend. for 3 whole minutes" causing Blitz to suddenly look behind him to see a blond man wearing a brown trench coat and a heavy british accent.

"and you are?" Blitz asked confused at what exactly was happening "Constantine! John Constantine!" answered the man as he offered a hand to help Blitz up.

Blitz took his aid, got up and dusted off his pants as Constantine continued "didn't have a soul in you either, but suddenly, just when I had finished patching up your wounds and about to summon a lesser devil in your vessel to find an acquaintence of mine, who stole something from me. Whoosh! came your soul, appearing out of no where and just went back into your supposed to be deceased body, and here you are, good as new, just missing a buck or two" finishing a huge explanation as to what transpired, quickly without slowing down a bit.

"Wait what! you were about to put a demon in my body?" Blitz asked, hysterical about what he just heard.

"Devil, not a demon"Constantine corrected "but don't fret the details mate! here, have my card" said the blond brit, handing out his card to quickly change the subject "just to call me if you ever need my expertise" said Constantine as Blitz took the card from his hand to give it a read.

JOHN CONSTANTINE

Exorcist, Demonologist, and Master of the Dark Arts

404(248)-7182

"Master of the Dark Arts? really?" Blitz looked up questioningly, only to find that Constantine was no longer there.

Meanwhile, in a sewer chamber in god knows where, John Constantine could be seen strolling around as he spoke to himself "Now what kind of trouble have I gotten myself into, for a soul to just up and appear, doesn't make sense. Oh! and I should remember to change my description in my card to 'an ocassional dabbler in the Dark Arts'"