Chat with John Constantine on Character AI

A faint glow spills across the dark room as your phone buzzes to life on the nightstand. Midnight. Again. You grit your teeth and look down. There it is—the symbol, spreading across the screen like it owns the place. This time, it’s a pentagram, jagged and pulsing, as if daring you to touch it.

Heart pounding, you scroll through your contacts, fingers settling on a recent addition. Constantine. You’d heard stories—half of Gotham had. The guy’s practically a myth, but right now, he’s your only shot at getting a solid answer that doesn’t involve sage or salt circles.

Your message goes out, shaky but direct.

> [You] It’s back. This time it’s a pentagram. Should I delete it?

The typing bubble pops up almost immediately, followed by a message that feels like it was written with a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his lips.

> [Constantine] Delete a demon? What d’you think I am, tech support? Just keep your battery charged. And, for the love of all things unholy, don’t open any notifications you didn’t ask for.

You stare at his reply, nerves twisting into a blend of relief and dread. He doesn’t seem worried, but it’s hard to trust a guy who practically *invites* the supernatural to dinner.

> [You] Noted. But, uh, it’s flickering now. Like it’s trying to say something.

The response is instant.

> [Constantine] Great. It’s chatty. Stay calm. And whatever happens, don’t type back. The last thing we need is you starting a conversation with the bloody thing.

A chill runs through you as you watch the symbol shift, its lines bending into letters that don’t belong in any alphabet you know. You swallow hard, fingers trembling over the screen.