Chapter 1

"Your an asshole, John." John Constantine had heard that many times, and it was usually accompanied by a slap to the face. SLAP! Yep, that was expected. John Constantine had walked into a bar that was owned by everyone's favorite magician performer and his ex-girlfriend, Zatanna.

"You don't have to keep telling me that. I know."

"What are you here for?" She asked John, who told her.

"Justice League stuff. You wouldn't know…" He didn't mean to sound like an asshole, but it just sort of came off like that when confronting the woman who cheated on you with a demon. He wasn't actually in the pub for the 'Justice League' he was there for personal reasons.

"You're an asshole." Zatanna said once more, as if that hurt his feelings. It didn't. Constantine didn't have feelings, well he did. He just didn't want to show them.

"And you're not? I'll call crocodile dundee here if you want another spin with him around the racetrack…" He forgot to mention that the demon she cheated on him with was one that rode a crocodile.

Zatanna lifted a hand, and every single glass in the bar was suddenly up in the air and pointed at him. He kept still as it didn't phase him. It was just a threat, John knew that Zatanna could flip a finger and he could die instantly. This was just her being tough.

"Ladies." A man in a nice black suit, slicked back brown hair and an old english accent stepped out from of a curtain. This was the real man John came here to see.

"Blood, I need to talk." Constantine pushed past Zatanna and walked closer to him.

"I can see that." Jason Blood motoned for Constantine to follow him into a back room, and he did. After getting a killer stare from Zatanna as he turned back to close the door to the room, he sat down in a chair while Jason made him some tea.

"Why are you here, John?" Jason asked him while placing the kettle on the stove.

"I have some questions for you."

"How much trouble is this going to cause me?"

"Depends on how much you comply. If you don't answer I might need to ask our favorite demon friend."

"Damn you." Jason said sitting down across from Constantine. "What do you want to ask?"

"I need to know about Excalibur."

"What?" Jason let out a deep laugh. Constantine's face was straight, and he wasn't joking around. "The sword King Arthur used? That's a myth."

"No it's not."

"And how do you know that?"

"Because you were killed by it." John sat back in his chair as Jason stood up in anger and confusion.

"How do you know this? I've never told a soul."

"It's written in Merlin's books. Where is it?"

"Why do you want it?"

"I want to kill a demon."

"Why?"

"Because he is an asshole."

"Dammit, John." Jason stood up when the kettle was ready and poured tea for the both of them. "I buried it in the one place no one would find it. The one place where it would be protected by someone at all hours of the day. One ugly mug as well." Jason handed Constantine the tea, and he took a sip of it.

"You gave the bloody sword to Alec Holland? Jesus you really are insane." Jason shrugged and took a sip of his tea as well.

"I wouldn't go after it, John. He doesn't like to be bothered, especially not by people with the likes of you." Constantine downed his cup of steaming hot tea in one final big gulp, and he stood up.

"I'll act like I'm not offended by that. I'll also be leaving now. See you around, Etrigan."

"Don't do this. You will regret it." John opened the door and saw Zatanna sitting at a booth taking shots with a couple of other people.

"Regretting things is my superpower, Blood." Constantine walked right past Zatanna and out of the door. He was going to confront the Swamp Thing and ask for a magical sword to kill a demon. If his life wasn't weird already, it was now.