Mephisto’s Old Face

"Dear?" After her initial shock, Wanda looked at her lover with concern. "I'll kill him. I have to kill him. No one can stop me..." Donnie muttered in a low voice, as if possessed. The dust billowing high into the air seemed to cheer joyfully as it slapped Donnie hard across the face. Sure enough, you could never place your trust in Constantine, because you never knew what kind of twisted resolve that bastard might suddenly develop.