Stations Of The Cross, Part 1
Writer : Mike Carey
Art : Marcel Frusin
Cover Artist : Tim Bradstreet
Colors : Lee Loughridge
Letters : Clem Robins
Editor : Will Dennis
Assistant Editor : Casey Seijas
Solicitation Text : Kicking off the 3-part story “Stations of the Cross.” Back in London, John is drifting through a life he no longer understands — until a bizarre cult offers him salvation and a bed for the night. But the religious life holds unforeseen perils, and behind an old adversary lurks the ultimate puppet-master.
Issue Synopsis : A homeless boy sits soaked to the skin on the rain swept streets of London. His sullen thoughts
interrupted by the appearance of two beautiful young women who introduce themselves as Suzie and
Margaret. Surprised by the fact that the pair know his name, Hughie, and tempted by their offer of a clean
bed and a warm meal, he decides to follow them to their nearby church. The women lead the boy through
the packed main hall of the church where a sermon is already in progress. A man that Margaret identifies as
Terry preaches about the Beast that recently stalked the world to the crowd assembled before him . Suzie
and Margaret leave Hughie with the Prophet, a tall man cloaked from head to foot in a flowing red robe.
John Constantine, suffering from a case of amnesia, slumps asleep in the entrance to a tube station, whatever respite he found in
his slumber quickly dispersed by the arrival of two tramps who inform him that local shopkeepers have his hidey
hole doused with Detox every night. A weary Constantine stumbles back onto the streets and is taken
aback when a nearby discarded teddy bear is suddenly covered by swarming maggots that form themselves
into the terrible visage of Rosacarnis in her form as the little girl Rose. She taunts John with the fact that she
can return his memories if he agrees to give her twenty four hours of his life - Constantine refuses and runs
off into the night.
Hughie’s meeting with the Prophet takes a turn for the horrific when the robed man holds up his hand to
reveal the gaping maw of a clawed mouth in his palm. The Prophet closes his hand over the startled boy’s
John sets up shop outside a pub but his efforts at begging are brought to a violent end when a large
homeless man accuses Constantine of moving in on his pitch. The pair come to blows and John panics
when he knocks his assailant to the ground, he once again takes flight, leaving his attacker unconscious
and bloodied behind him. Constantine’s desperate flight leads him into the welcoming arms of Suzie and
Margaret who manage to convince him that he should return with them to their church. When they get
there, John’s wounds are treated by Terry.
Elsewhere in the church, Suzie tells the Prophet about Constantine’s arrival and inquires after the whereabouts
of Hughie. The Prophet tells her that the young boy left of his own accord.
His cuts cleaned and bandaged, John treats himself to a warm shower. As the water pounds off his body
and winds its way down the plughole, the words “There’s still time to kill yourself” form around
Constantine’s feet. John takes that as a subtle hint to make his exit but he finds his way blocked by Terry
and Suzie. Terry tells him that the church doors will remain locked until the Prophet has delivered his
sermon. Suzie ushers Constantine into the main hall of the church where the rest of the congregation have
The Prophet, standing on a raised dais in the middle of the room, asks for the newcomer to approach him.
The crowds part before John as he makes his way towards the dais, as he gets closer to the Prophet he gets
the flash of an old memory - someone standing before him with a severed sheep’s head. The hooded
Prophet shrieks Constantine’s name, prompting John to push him away before sprinting off the dais. The
congregation restrain Constantine as the Prophet throws back the hood of his robe to reveal the face of
Ghant. The robe opens to expose Ghant's chest, pockmarked with fanged mouths.
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