I'll Handle This, Guaranteed No Problem

At Constantine's home, Russell sat on the couch watching TV. Fifteen hours had passed since last night's "scumbag burning" incident, yet Constantine was still stubbornly alive.

Angela woke up at just the right time. She repeatedly thanked Russell for saving her sister's soul and warmly invited him over to her place for a cup of coffee.

No time like the present—tonight!

Russell pondered for a moment. Coffee was great: it sharpened the mind and fought fatigue. Drinking iced water all the time was a good habit, but changing things up once in a while was nice too, so he gladly accepted.

Now that he had nodded and accepted the invitation, it would be rather inappropriate for him to light this fire himself.

After all, burning Constantine one moment and going to his girlfriend's home for coffee the next would be a little too scummy.

To avoid being quite so scummy, Russell entrusted the torch—and the sacred mission of safeguarding Earth's lower limits—to Midnight, then left with Angela.

However, the moment they stepped out of the psychiatric hospital building, Constantine came storming after them.

No one knew what he said, but he won Midnight and the others' trust, turned enemies back into friends, and escaped with his freedom restored.

Since Constantine had shown up, Russell would no longer be the one drinking that coffee. The shameless couple drank coffee at Constantine's house for a full two hours.

After getting a call from the police station asking her to work overtime, Angela left refreshed and invigorated, leaving behind Scummy Constantine, who truly could not drink another drop.

At this point, "Constantine the Scumbag" would have been more fitting!

The TV was flooded with reports about the City of Angels. Two angels and one Son of Hell had fought fiercely over ownership of