LONDAN HOSPTIAL
Out of all the many places to come and be, it was here. A place fully of sick, needy, and slipping people or souls at Death's door. Whichever, it had to be here. Then again it wasn't much a surprise really, considering what Chase said about his daughter on the ride over here (Dad wouldn't allow you fireport or hellport. Last thing he needed was for you to...well it didn't matter)….on his daughter Trish's condition. It made common sense to bring a...non magical (human) well not those who couldn't sense or see or really use magic. Some humans could like your gritty of a man...father.
John.
Anyway, it was here Chas's eight year old daughter laid or rested in a deep coma. Her mother (not a fan of John as you noticed by the dark look she gave him.) She was surprised for moment taking a break from her worry hearing about you. Gave you a double take, wondering how. Which was fine, though unneeded. She seem more stunned by your appearance...actual appearance. After you let the glamor down. Her eyes seem taken by your tail and pointed teeth.
It oozed with the stench of foulness. You could see the disgusting and yet delicious elixir leaking out the cracks of Trish's room. Like a thick miasma. Crouching down take a whim, a long deep one. How delicious...a slight bit of drool slipped out from the corner of your lips. Quickly you wipe it away, but that didn't stop your thirst for it. So much revolting...repulse...where was it coming from? Because whoever it was...or this was well...wait...a chill. There was a chill...dark cold chill that even tingled your spine and finger tips. Withdrew your hand quickly. This was dark...very dark, minor in your mind. Well...sort of.
A low growl rises from your throat, bare your teeth with a slight hiss. Chas talking to John noticed and pointed it out. "Is she okay?"
John turns around and sighs. "Yeah." He sighs and snaps his fingers. Muttering something in Latin. Instantly whatever it was with you, went away. "There. Hey," he said to you, walking over. Turning around his hand comes down on your head. "Ya can't just..control it, alright?"
"I did!" you snap back shoving his hand away. Turn back to the door, steadily looking. "There's just something..."Narrow your eyes. "I don't know what it is...but..there's something, else here. They'd make a wonderful meal for me-"
Renee gasp. "Meal?"
Realizing what you said and what slipped out quickly turn around to her and smile, though your pointy smile didn't help really. Not even your words. "By meal...I mean...umm..you see. I kind of enjoy the taste of..."
John quickly covers your mouth. Hushing you. "Ignore her. She should know better than to discuss her diet. We're still working on that. Now," he lets you go though gives you a warning look. Walks to the door. "I'll go see what I can do. And you," he turns to you sternly. "Stay out here. I mean it!"
"Why? You need me."
"I need you to stay out here, that's what I need you to do."
That wasn't fair, not at all. Grinding your teeth that bared at him. His eyes stared harder. Chas and Renee stood watching the battle between...father and daughter. From a certain angle the two had similar scowls and glares. Glares that masked their own worry. John wasn't going to go in without and he wasn't going to let you come. No matter how much your flames flared. Chas and Renee had to move back unless be come charred. Luckily the flames didn't.
Lights started to flicker on and off. And a wailing sound started to arise. Neither Chas of Renee knew what was going on. But, it was quite clear who the conduit was. Stepping to John, he stepped back raising a hand. With a stern finger at you. "I mean it. You're not coming."
So this was Trish, you look down at her, hooked up medical equipment. She was young, at least eight maybe. Brown hair like her mum. Innocents...was there but...not really. There was something hollow and draining. A feeling of trap and fear. Waving a flamed hand over her, Chas nearly freaked but you assured him it was alright. Also that you wouldn't burn her, the flames only ate what you wanted and deliciously sinful. Trish had neither. Needing concretion John asked him to leave.
You remained lingered over her, there was something...reaching out touch her hand. Pull it back. What was that...that you just. Why was..touching the corner of your eye feel something wet. A tear. What was this tear? What was..your eyes linger on the door feel them start to sting. Cast them back to Trish, though stop on John for a moment you thought you saw a pained expression cross his face. Maybe it was just your eyes.
"Well?" He asked breaking the silence. You look to him then back to Trish. Unsure what to say really, cause no matter what you wanted to, your eyes just...kept stinging.
Sighing John takes over and takes a look inside Trish's aura. You already knew it was tainted. So John tried another way, curious as to what it was tainted with or by tries to open it, backfires. There was a strong hold preventing it. If that wasn't enough, whatever it was that had its claws in Trish surfaces changing her appearance to a sort of demonic one. Speaking in a language that was not English, opens her mouth and swarm of insects fly out. Quickly you duck as they burn away instantly. John stood bewildered. It took him a second to gather himself seeing the severity.
"Renee, Chas," he said opening the door, pushing you out into the hall. "I'm going to need more than five minutes." Shuts it before you could object.
Hissing turn around and pound on the door. "Hey! Hey! Come on, open up!" You grab the door knob to be shocked back. Damn, he put a spell on it.
What was he doing in there? Raising your fist to pound again this time with fire, stop when this presence, dark not malevolent presence swept over the hospital. It was cold, yet tonic. It was demonic, but not one that was worth your attention. It seem...neutral.
Releasing the knob take a few steps back. There was something going on in that room, calming down hold out a hand. Clear your mind find the words, speak them. From the tips of your finger a spark and crackle came, the knob outlined in dark flames turned and unlocked. The spell was broken.
Seeing this Chas and Renee rush in, nearly pushing you aside. Grunting pick yourself up and follow. Trish was fine, that was good. Just you wondered who this woman was..correction demon in human disguise was. Wearing a tight short purple dress, she had pale skin. Full lips, sharp dark eyes and red bob cut hair. With a small nurse hat. A board expression on her face. That clearly spoke, she didn't want to be here.
Feeling your eyes, she meets them. For a moment they gasp. "Who are you?" you asked.
"Asa. I can't believe it." She said amused crossing her arms. With an arched brow. "I thought it was...who would have thought it was true. The one and only daughter of John Constatine. " She leans in closer cupping your face. Her eyes etching every bit of you. "An actual Sin Eater. Well, it makes sense."
That name...made your heart fall. "My name isn't Sin Eater." You move her hand away. "It's Violet."
She smirked. "Everyone has another name, for a reason."
"Yeah?" Your eyes narrow. "What's yours?"
"Nightmare Nurse." Her eyes remained lingered on you. "Yeah, I can see how your his kid alright."
You where about to say something, stop when you over hear John talking and telling Chas he was going to Los Angles. Wanting to know why, noticing something engraved in flames outside. Walking over see an address. "1247 Enstrom L.A.?"
