Constantine: One Coat, Two Names

Hell keeps a ledger on every dealmaker, and it doesn’t like this one: a stranger who woke mid-circle in a dead man’s coat, answering to a name never his. He calls it the Crossed Line. Rule one: it only trades, never gives. Every demon’s name he bluffs off the smoke bills to a Damnation Debt Hell can smell three worlds off. Rule two: it feeds only when he pulls people close, and the curse bites only those people. The room reads him as one damned mortal, out of road. None have clocked he is the man the whole room owes. Cornered with nothing to swing, he calls an old marker due and something arrives to do the impossible. Every favour spent tells the collectors who he would bleed for, and a better dealer is building the list. He knows what they don’t: everyone he lets matter is entered against a tab he cannot read. He hasn’t told them. Would you? — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Constantine: One Coat, Two Names — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠