Unhinged

Constantine once again woke up in the medical bay, blinking groggily as he tried to gather his bearings. As he turned to his left, he saw Jane, finally up and moving around, her face lit up with a playful smirk.

"Aren't you tired of passing out every week, dumbass?" she said flatly.

Constantine rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the relief in his voice. "Glad to see you're okay, Jane. What happened to you?"

Jane's smirk softened into a genuine smile. "I awakened," she said simply.

Constantine's excitement surged, and he tried to sit up, only to feel an invisible force pushing him back down. His eyes widened as he looked at Jane, who was clearly enjoying the moment.

"Don't tell me..." he began.

"Yup," Jane interrupted with a grin. "Authority over Gravity, in the Omnipotence domain."

Constantine couldn't help but laugh, despite the situation. "Of course. Just my luck."

Jane released her hold on him, and he slowly sat up, this time without resistance. "What happened with the mission?" he asked, his tone growing serious.

Jane's expression mirrored his. "The others are interrogating the sorceress. We're trying to get as much information out of her as possible."

Constantine's eyes flashed with anger as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, starting to dress hurriedly. "That prick Kento knocked me out and didn't let me kill her. I'm going to see her myself."

Jane reached out, trying to stop him. "Constantine, wait. You need to rest."

He paused, turning to glare at her with glowing red eyes. The intensity of his gaze made her step back involuntarily. "Stay out of my way, Jane," he growled.

Jane swallowed hard, her newfound confidence momentarily shaken. "Alright, just…don't do something you'll regret."

Constantine didn't respond. He stormed out of the medical bay, his mind set on confronting Morgana. The memory of the fight still burned in his veins, and he was determined to finish what he started—no matter the cost.

Marcus and Kento sat across from Morgana in the dimly lit interrogation room, the atmosphere thick with tension. Darryl stood guard outside, ready to intervene should Constantine attempt to disrupt the proceedings – Kento had informed them of how he acted. Morgana, her face a swollen mess with blood still caked all over her, shackled to a sturdy wooden chair, glanced nervously between her interrogators, aware that her life depended on her cooperation.

Marcus leaned forward, his voice cold and commanding. "Start talking, Nightshade. Who do you work for? Why did you target Constantine? What's your purpose? And you better not lie."

Morgana nodded hastily, eager to prove her willingness to cooperate. She was a coward, at heart, only loyal to herself. "Alright. The council consists of seven mages who work under a person called Lucius Blake. He's a bizarre person, claims to be a shadow mage although I've never even heard of something like that before. He's definitely more than he seems. Then there's Elijah Barnett, a pyromancer from the Barnett family with a deep grudge against the Salvatores – he was elated to find out that you're an Outcast, Kento Salvatore. I guess you'd know more about that than me though." she turned to Kento with a smirk. "He was the one that made me target your little family…I wonder if your daddy knows what his little failure does in his free time." she giggled.

Kento looked at her indifferently, unsheathing a dagger.

"Keep talking without the comments if you don't want me to start carving you up …or even worse, I'll bring St. John here to finish what he started back at the warehouse." he said with a sinister smile.

Morgana froze. Dry swallowing her saliva, she continued.

"Lilith Darkwood, a witch. Xander Crowley, a warlock – you guys killed him already. Viktor Bloodmoon, a necromancer – sorry, lich now - that you're familiar with. Celestia Winther, the infamous fugitive of the Winther family was also there." These words made Kento tense up slightly. He hoped she wouldn't get into details.

"Then there's me. Former sorceress, current…something." Her powers were completely gone. She couldn't understand what happened.

Kento's eyes narrowed. "How did you gather information for the attack on our base?"

Morgana took a shaky breath. "We've been turning humans into Nightkin to cause chaos in the city, hoping to draw you out. When we finally did, one of Crowley's imps followed you – we know you can't track demons easily.

"Dammit!" Marcus muttered. It was his own carelessness that led to this.

Kento, noticing his unease, interjected. "Why do you need Constantine St. John?"

Morgana hesitated before answering, clearly aware of the gravity of her words. "The council needs him because of his bloodline. Only Lucius, Elijah, and Lilith know the exact reasons, but it's crucial to their plans. They believe his blood holds a special power."

Then, the door creaked open slightly, and Darryl peeked in, a warning look on his face. "Constantine's on his way. Better wrap this up. He looks pissed."

Kento nodded, turning back to Morgana, who now looked terrified. "Next question. Where's Lucius Blake now?"

"He's hiding in Nyx, recovering from his injuries," Morgana said quickly. "He's still calling the shots, but he's vulnerable, I can help you find him and -

Before she could continue, the door burst open, and Constantine stormed in, his eyes blazing with fury. Darryl quickly stepped in, blocking his path.

"Move, Darryl," Constantine growled, his voice low and dangerous.

Darryl shook his head. "Not happening, Constantine. We need her alive."

A crazed smile spread across Constantine's face. Without warning, he teleported past Darryl, reappearing inside the room. Murasame manifested in his hand, and before anyone could react, he plunged the blade through Morgana's heart.

Morgana gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pain. Blood poured from the wound, and she slumped forward, the life draining from her eyes. Constantine stayed there, unmoving, watching the light leave her eyes with an unsettling smile on his face.

Kento and Marcus stood frozen, the sheer brutality of Constantine's actions stunning them into silence. Darryl rushed in, grabbing Constantine by the shoulder and yanking him away from Morgana's lifeless body.

"What the fuck, man?!" Darryl shouted, his voice a mix of anger and disbelief.

Constantine's crazed smile faded, replaced by a cold, detached expression. "She got what she deserved."

Marcus took a deep breath, trying to regain control of the situation. "We needed her alive for more information, Constantine."

"We got enough," Constantine replied, his voice flat. "Now, we know who our enemies are."

Kento exchanged a worried glance with Marcus. Constantine's actions had just complicated their plans, but there was no undoing what had been done. The only option now was to move forward and deal with the consequences.

Constantine teleported out of the interrogation room, reappearing in his own quarters. The rush of adrenaline from killing Morgana still coursed through his veins, a heady mix of elation and confusion. He had finally taken revenge on one of the people responsible for his misfortune with his own hands, but now that the immediate rush had subsided, a cold sense of guilt began to creep in.

He sat on his bed, staring at his bloodstained hands. The vivid memories of his recent killings replayed in his mind like a bad movie. The weight of his actions pressed down on him, and he took a deep, shuddering breath.

"She deserved it," he muttered to himself, his voice shaky. "She was a threat, part of the council that caused so much pain. Eliminating her was necessary – and her underlings too."

But the rationalization felt hollow. He had told himself these things before, but tonight, something was different. The brutal way he had killed Morgana, the sheer pleasure he had taken in it, gnawed at his conscience. He was changing, and not in a way he liked.

He rose and paced the room, trying to shake off the unease. He had studied psychology, he knew the signs of trauma and the ways the mind tried to cope. His own actions seemed to be triggered by the trauma he had to endure lately – he's been thinking about revenge ever since his imprisonment – initially as a way to cope. He would sit and daydream of the day he could escape and get back at his captors. But now the unthinkable happened and he was given the power to do so. So, where did that leave him? He sank back onto his bed, burying his face in his hands. The thrill of vengeance had been fleeting, and now he was left with the hollow aftermath.

Meanwhile, in the interrogation room, Marcus, Kento, and Darryl gathered, concern etched on their faces.

"He's becoming more unhinged with each fight," Kento said, pacing the room. "The way he killed the sorceress… it wasn't about the mission. It was personal, and it was brutal."

Marcus, still wincing from his injuries, nodded. "We can't ignore this. Constantine's anger and impulsiveness are putting all of us at risk. We need to find a way to help him before he loses control completely."

Kento sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's worth a try, but we need to address the root cause. Constantine's been through a lot, and he hasn't had time to process any of it. He needs therapy, someone to help him work through his trauma."

"But who?" Darryl asked, raising an eyebrow. "We're all fighters, not therapists. And bringing someone from the outside could be risky."

Marcus interjected, "Maybe we don't need a professional. We just need someone he trusts, someone who can reach him on a personal level."

Darryl suggested, "What if we find a way to channel his anger into something constructive? Training, maybe."

Kento nodded. "Jane might be able to reach him. She's strong and has her own hardships. Partnering them on a training mission could teach him control and give her a chance to connect with him."

"Agreed," Marcus said. "It's worth a try."

Back in his room, Constantine sat alone, the weight of his actions pressing down on him. The road ahead was fraught with danger, not just from their enemies, but from the darkness growing within himself.

Then, he heard a knock on his door.

"Not in the mood to see people." he said loudly. However, the knocking persisted. After a few seconds had passed and Constantine realized that it wouldn't stop, he went to the door and opened it. He saw Shift standing in front of him. She was looking at him with a bizarre expression, a mix of worry, fear and sadness.

"Hey Constantine…can I come in?" she asked.