Constantine glanced towards the dance floor, his eyes scanning the crowd. What he saw made his blood freeze. Lilith Darkwood, the witch with her luscious purple hair tied in a ponytail, was dancing provocatively in the crowd. She wore a skin-tight black dress that did little to hide her curves, her emerald eyes locked on Constantine with a half-mad, half-loving perverted grin on her face.
Constantine's eyes immediately flashed red, but before he could move, he felt an enormous pressure, immobilizing him. It was Elias.
Elias's voice was calm but firm. "Everyone is welcome in The Underworld, Mr. St. John. I will tolerate no violence here."
Even Damien seemed pressed by the aura Elias exuded, his usual confident demeanor slightly strained. Trying to be nonchalant, Damien cracked a joke. "Looks like you've got a bit of a stalker there, Con. Maybe she just wants to dance?"
