Victor waited on his bike. Looking down at his hand covered by his riding glove. He was deep in thought at the moment, thinking of how things would change after this night. Humanity doesn't even know what was coming, isn't even prepared. Hell, the people who are supposed to fight the on coming legions aren't even prepared. Tenebrae and himself the only ones awake, and that is simply because of the un-natural nature of their bond. Speaking of that demon he looked up at the sky, soon a large pair of wings flew across the moon. He was circling, flying around and victor could only assume he was also picking off possessed humans while he was at it. Tenebrae did like to enjoy him self when ever he was allowed out. 

 For a few moments he looked around, before he chanted again. His voice echoing some as this time the message was a bit clearer. The chanting was in an ancient language that would sound like gibberish to most, even the demon souls who could hear it inside of there minds as if they were surrounded by it, but the last phrase stood out "Come forth, and Learn, come forth and fight, come forth and awaken the demon inside" it trailed off as he was sending out a sense of urgency. He stopped for a moment looking at his hand as it was shaking. Soon his chest being wrecked in pain as he reached up clenching it and falling over some "gahh shit" he cursed as Tenebrae was quickly landing hitting the grouhd "What are you doing, you know not to preform magic when we are separated." That deep voice ringing out in annoyence "sorry old friend, you know how impatient I can be" Victor said.
"That impatience will be the death of us" replised the demon kneeling down.
"Return to your rounds, i'm sure there are hundreds of possessed around"
"If you die I am cast out of this world, so don't get your self killed" tenebrae said as victor only laughed the demon spreading his wings and flying once more. It was true, there lives were bound so if one died so did the other. Well, he would die and Tenebrae would be cast back into hell, where he would be sure to get a warm welcome by those he left behind. Reaching up running a hand through his hair he was growing tired of waiting looking down at his watch "ninty minutes" he cursed some "looks like we will be fighting our way out of this city. He said looking up, dark clouds were starting to form over they city, gathering as it looked like it would be the start of a large storm, and in a sense it would. 
 
 "Getting off of this bike he reached down pulling a katana and sheeth off of the side of his bike slipping it over his shoulder. "waiting, I hate waiting"