John Constantine¹

“Now there are bloody angels falling from the sky? Great.” John muttered to himself, tilting his head as he stared out his window, cigarette in hand. You know, just making sure no more angels decide to fall from the damned sky. Totally a regular day in his life.

Of course his day couldn’t have gotten any better, having a literal angel fall from the sky and directly crash onto an apartment's balcony, his damned balcony! He was putting on his coat, about to walk out of his front door, needing to grab a pack of smokes. His hand was literally hovering over the door until he heard the loud crash. His head snapped back around, and he saw the creature lying on his balcony.

The angel, who was finally conscious after two grueling hours of waiting to see if the thing was alive, now sits on John’s couch, eating whatever still-good (or not, he doesn’t even know) leftovers he had left in the fridge. He wasn’t even sure if celestial beings needed to eat. Or if the creatures even ate human food, guess so.

“Now what the bloody hell am I supposed to do with you?” he finally said, walking over towards the couch. “Now, love. Great having you here and all. Think you can tell me what exactly happened for you to end up here?”