[center][h3][b]The Visitor[/b]
[i]Kenen - Darius' Mansion Early Morning[/i][/h3]

[i]Collab: Fallenreaper, yoshua171, Lucius Cypher, and Slade.[/i]
[h2][/h2][/center]

Concrete chunks were scattered in ruins around the room. The coffin prison was tossed on its side and crushed easily. Blood splattered in various spots, both spotted and smeared in or there. At the center of the chaos was Juan, his face eyed the [url=http://i.imgur.com/ObyCdDf.jpg]Kitsune[/url] before him, her red eyes glaring back with pure venom. Like many broken hearted lovers he’d left in his wake making the demon chuckle inwardly and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. The two had been locked into a battle since Kasain’s departure causing him to suffer hellish damage. Already, he had used the green vial and stuck at least one of the two needles in her lower maw. Her jaw had went slack almost immediately. Sadly, the struggle had ended up smashing the vial into the ground, creating a mini tornado. More bad news followed. The bitch had air manipulation so instead of the tornado bashing her up nicely, Juan was forced to feel his flesh peeled away by the fierce air blades.  
 
Drip...drip… His darker red blood flowed in rivulets along his arms and skin, each ending to drip onto the floor. In his right hand was the brown vial and the last needle. Tatters from what remained of his shirt hung from the fox’s claws and a bit caught in her teeth. It was little surprise she tried to take a bite, his palms were bleeding well from the cuts created by the beast’s jaws. Her teeth sharp, pointed buried in rather easily. In return he stuck her with something of his.  One of Kasain’s needles. Now her lower jaw was left hanging but the monster before him seemed to tower over him, unfazed. She gave one small shudder then increased her size. Her muscles rippled and bulged, her fur made a ripping sound while it extended to cover her flesh.
 
“Come on dollface, I didn’t piss you off that bad did I?” Juan mused before his feet were jerked out from under him. His arms curled protectively about his body as he rolled, a large chunk of rock landing where he had been earlier. The roof started to collapse when the Kitsune’s head thrusted through. Sunlight from dawn peered through and flooded the room with early morning light, making Juan blink harshly. Gingerly he hauled himself to his two legs, his balance wobbly and his body on fire. “Bitch, I’m not done with that sweet ass yet!” 
 
His hand shifted the needle and his vial into his belt, his hands summoning his chain and blade. The chain hissed in his grip while he tossed it at her leg. The blade slicing into the fur and flesh, painting it red. Lola gave a yelp then snarled, her head shot down when the needle finally started to wear off. Moving to the side, Juan rolled to avoid her bite. Her head tilted causing Juan to improvise, his heel slapped onto her snout, boosting him upward through the roof’s hole. 
 
The bad part, his chain had tailed too close to her teeth. He felt his weapon jerk back bringing him down. He made the weapon vanish, keeping his body from being dragged back. However, his back still slammed into the ground topside and knocked the wind from him, the fox rumbled to the surface after him. Her jaws snapped and clicked, teeth reaching for him. 
Gathering enough breath, Juan managed to spit a retort back. “Not yet bitch.” 
 
Seemingly insulted by his comment, she redoubled her efforts. Only her head and right forepaw had managed to fit while she jerked and tugged her way higher. Not willing to stick around Juan rose weakly to his legs. His figure was covered in sweat, blood and more making him seem like a mess. He knew the beast wasn’t done. Sure enough, the Kistune started to shift again, her head and torso slipping through inch by inch. She was a durable thing, Juan gave her that much while he tried to lure her back to where Rhett and Damon were located. Part of him was hoping the sniper could help delay her but he didn’t hold his breath. There was a good reason Feral Kitsune weren't allowed to exist on the surface.   
  
The sniper was occupied, but Damon wasn't. He had managed to successfully scatter the guardsmen into either a full retreat or at least off the mansion. For the moment the way was clear, at least until someone managed to rally what remains of the guards together. Damon used the moment to set up a few explosives of his own, however his were more anti-personal than demolition. Damon was actually going to risk an assault on the mansion itself when he saw the fox demon running rampant not too far away. Damon saw Juan heading for his position and the amorphous demon knew what he wanted done. Double checking his surroundings Damon moved towards Jaun but at the same time was purposely looking to a good hiding spot. The fox would chase Juan but wouldn't be ready for Damon, or so he hoped.
 
Waiting for the right moment Damon sprung out from his hiding spot and, while he flew through the air, turned into a large bear-trap with silver tipped teeth. Something of an original creation since he never encountered a bear trap with silver teeth, but he has consumed silver and a bear trap. Damon intended to latch onto the fox's front leg and bit as deeply as he mechanically could. Damon didn't stick around however, detaching himself from the trap as it flew its path,  jumping back into some of the shrubbery. He used a lot of his mass during that attack, so he'd need to consume some more for any more tricks.
 
Damon soon found himself running alongside Juan in his shadow (Literally), consuming bits of grass as he ran. [b]"Did you get the bunny?"[/b] Damon asked Juan as he kept tabs on the fox demon.
 
The Kitsune’s eyes were wide and furious as she lowered her maw, her jaws widened until it seemed ready to tear into his ass. Snap! Her pace stopped when a massive steel trap came into view and her body jerked to a halt. Blood hissed when silver touched it, causing pain and causing the fox to latch her teeth into the none silver bits. Her maw easily created dents before she flung it away. 
 
Juan chuckled, slightly amused by Damon who kept in pace to his flat out run as his eyes drifted backwards and noted the she fox’s regeneration kicking in. It was only slightly slowed by the silver within that beartrap. “Damon, you need to watch what you eat. I’m surprised that silver didn’t kill you. And yes, the rabbit is with the doctor right now. Right now, I’m trying to keep this bitch distracted. Else she’ll rip both the rabbit and the good doctor to pieces.” 
 
His hand reached for his other vial, his right holding his wound closed, then bit the cork top. His teeth worked the white vial top off and downed it in a smooth motion. His throat stinging hard when it slipped downward, hissing when the essence started to mend his wounds. A bit anyways. Miracle angel essence was pure, sometimes too pure, making him wince at the digestion making him slightly uncomfortable. At least the bleeding stopped though he thought with some relief. 
 
“First thing’s first, that bitch nipping at my tail is a Kitsune feral. She has seven tails, so eight abilities at most and I’ve only figured out at least…” He counted on his one hand. “Four. Regeneration, air manipulation, shape shifting as in size, and telekinesis.”  
 
At his last mention, Juan’s eyesight saw something thrown at him. A statue, chipped and damaged, was thrown at the pair causing Juan to react. His feet kicked off the ground just when the statue crashed where he was. “See, doesn’t like me.” 
 
[b]"Hey, can't build a resistance if you can't take in a bit of poison."[/b] Damon pointed out as they continued to flee from the fox demon. Emmet was secured but they'd need to deal with this monster or else Emmet and the doctor would be in danger. Damon supposed that simply pumping her with silver bullets was out of the question due to her regeneration factor. Damon's first thought was to figure out a way to counter that since he lacks any instant-killing attacks. Silver seems to be marginably effective however so his attacks would have to incorperate some of that.
 
And just as the statue flew and nearly hit Juan, Damon jumped out to intercept the statue. He was prepared for it and grabbed hold of it as soon as it landed, consuming it for a large sum of mass. Still not enough to make another bear trap but it would help buy them some time. Damon spat out some silver caltrops the size of basket balls in the path of the fox spirit. If they could slow her down and limit her mobility Damon and Juan would have an easier time dealing with her. And that's when Damon had a thought. [b]"Say, you don't think this thing can breath fire or something?"[/b] Damon had an idea, but it was a risky idea. It would require him to be eaten alive. And more importantly it would require him to look like Juan.
 
Juan just shook his head. Inwardly he knew it was pointless to argue with his friend, once Damon made up his mind then that was it and nothing could change it. While Damon had a few key points, he worried it might get his ally killed. Shoving that notion from his head he focused on the matter at hand: the fox. He watched Damon latch onto the statue and suck it up, absorbing it into his body quickly.  When Damon shot several sliver cannonballs, his mind mentally knew they were bigger and in the fashion that Damon shot made him think of a cannon, at the fox. He noted the sudden shift and change in the silver’s reaction. Their path immediately went lower and slammed into the ground, influenced by the artificial gravity she created. They slapped hard into the ground while she chased them, paying them only enough mind to avoid a stinging reaction to them. 
 
“I did mention gravity, after all.” Juan started, then considered something. “Not sure, Kitsune are hard to gain information as they are almost completely extinct. Darius is actually the first and only one I’ve met besides our… current trouble. So it’s possible yet she didn’t use it on me during our close encounter. Right now, I rather just last long enough to buy the Doc time and get the hell out of here. These things have been rumored to be strong, and insane enough, to take on weather angels if the mood strikes them.”
 
[b]"Peh, you say that like angel's can't be killed. They aren't immortal, and neither is this fox."[/b] Evidentally however a strait forward approach isn't going to be any good. On the bright side this fox at least seemed to have it out for Juan. Damon just needed to break off and attack her while she continued her hunt, unless one of her powers also included precognition or something. Damon edged closer to Juan to tell him his new plan. [b]"I'm guessing she's going to be after you, but she won't notice me. I'm going to try to set up a few traps for her, or ambush her, while she's occupied trying to take you down. Here."[/b] Damon used some more of his extra mass to produce an SMG for Juan. [b]"A little something to keep her attention. It has thirty shots and silver bullets. Make them count."[/b]
 
The next time Juan had to make a juke Damon seperated from him, allowing the fox to chase him. Damon learned enough about the layout of the mansion thanks to consuming the guards here, so he knew where Juan might be going, and more importantly how the fox might try to follow him. Damon started to consume any corpse he killed in the past hour as well as small bushes and even stone. He'll need them for what he was going to make next. He was really going to have to test his speed for this one, and hoped that this fox's telekinesis doesn't function like fingers.
 
   “The same could be said about you too, Damon.” Juan said, quietly, while listening to Damon’s plan. He nodded sending his dreadlocks ot bounce and winked his gratitude for the SMG, clicking the hammer back. “Thanks luv, remind me to thank you later. Real special.”
   
   It made sense and like schemed, the fox barely noticed Damon slipping off to one side. Juan’s feet slapped the grass and pavement just barely keeping out of the bitch’s snapping jaws. His body leapt over shrubs, concrete barriers, and more to buy him more time. Each moment seemed to work in slow motion within his head while he struggled to survive. Twice he shot off a small burst, only to her flick up a Telekinetic barrier against it and deflect the bullets somewhere into no man’s land. He was running short on breath when he reached a small arch just outside the mansion’s patio then twisted back to fire another quick burst. She ducked through after him. 
   
Wood splintered like toothpicks and were sent everywhere. Her maw snagged Juan’s leg just when he climbed up to escape, jerking him backwards. His arms snagged the fence which crumbled at his high level strength while her teeth cracked his hard skin and into the bone below. The fox jerked up and whipped down, shaking him like a dog with a rag. Over and over, his body rippled with pain when she slammed him down on the ground at full force. The concrete grated his back while Juan covered his head, sparing it from the blunt of the blows. 
 
Juan gritted as his patience wore thin. His hand managed to slip to his chest when her blows ceased, his body being dragged back, then summoned his weapon. It sliced into his chest before withdrawing a strange item. A silver circle embedded in his sternum and jerked upright, his fingers slamming the side of the demon’s face with the coin sized item. His free foot belted into the muzzle releasing him from her grasp. She howled when her flesh hissed, scorched with pain. It last a moment before her eyes glared at him. A murderous one. 
 
Crack. Her left eye exploded into a spray of blood, pushing her back. Juan breathed in relief at being saved and grunted slightly to rise, crumbling when his wounded leg gave out. ‘Shit!” 
 
So much for running, he thought bitterly. Juan whispered and slightly prayed under his breath. “Damon, you better be ready or I will kick your ass.”     
 
Damon had to let Juan take the attention off of him. While he couldn't exactly gauge the fox's full abilities, Damon knew that the fox would be able to use it's telekinesis to counter his attacks if he makes them obvious. He had to wait and trail after her until she wouldn't be able to mount a counter attack in time. And to ensure that Damon was there when the opprotunity presented itself, he took on a form that was most comfortable and familiar for him: A fly. A mere insect caught in the chaos of it all, but so minor and tiny that it was easy to miss amongst the chaos. This fly, Damon, flew behind the fox at great speeds, moving between her body to look for weak spots he could attack. When the fox managed to grab ahold of Juan and thrash him Damon knew he had to act fast. He flew underneath her neck and struck when he heard the explosion of the fox's eye.
 
Before the regenreation would kick in Damon flew into the eye socket, changing his form from a fly to a silver caltrop. But he didn't just stop there: Damon grew in size as he was within the fox's eye socket, and grew to the same size of its original eye but he didn't stop. He knew silver took longer for the fox to heal from--as evidenced by the wounds she still had on her leg from his bear trap--and he was certain that this ought to put a stop to her. Even if she could used her telekinesis on him, she'd have to rip the coltrop back out of her head. But that healing factor likely made her cocky when it came to injuries, so as soon as the silver coltraop was firmly rooted into the eye socket Damon knew that there was no time to hold back. [b]"Here goes!"[/b]
 
Damon needed a giant form. One at least as big as the fox. But he needed to be covered in silver, so that she couldn't simply bash him to death. He needed spikes, to impale her flesh. He remembered a creature like this, a monster from hell, whose sole purpose was to gather the corpses of the dead to add it to itself. Much like Damon does, but this one was more...physically inclined. Damon transformed and grew from within the fox's head, into the form of a [url=http://static.fjcdn.com/pictures/D_87108f_5462002.jpg]Cadaver Collector[/url]. His size was much too big to be contained in the skull of the fox so he practically exploded out of her head. This giant sized, two-ton monstrosity took nearly all of Damon's excess and primary mass to create, and knew that if this form failed it would mean trouble for him and Juan.
 
Juan braced himself, not knowing where Damon was. He had lost track of the shapeshifter some time ago and how he was about to be killed because of it. Mentally his mind went over his new injuries quickly, recounting what was at his current disposal or at least useable. First he noticed was his left arm was completely useless. He had instinctively favored spare his left over his right side to most the damage. Now the result was a busted up right arm. That was the least of his concerns. Juan's most worrisome one was the fact his leg was less able to stand, let alone walk or run away. He was easy prey because of that reality. Lastly was the ruptured lung, pierced by a broken rib. It was sadly one out of four, one he did himself when he made the effort in extracting the coin. Blood dripped from his mouth and trailed down his  lips, staining his teeth red. 
 
Both him and the Kitsune had missed the fly sized Damon buzz into her skull. So Juan fully expected this to be his last moments and aimed to give the bitch hell. The monstrous fox snarled and snapped her teeth before she charged forward for what felt like the hundredth time. Reflexively Juan had jerked his hand back to grasp the two items in his belt. A vial and the last needle pinched between his forefingers. The moment she lounged, Juan raised his fist to plant the needle into the top. He expected a smooth insertion. Instead her head popped. Gore, brains and skull, were sent flying up in his face causing him to abruptly stop and shield his face. Bone embedded into the arm's surface when Damon's current form erupted from the inside. The Fox didn't even have time to react. One moment she was charging and bent on tearing him to pieces, next a headless corpse now slumped over dead. Pausing to survey the damage, Juan's widened eyes slowly relaxed in relief at seeing the obvious shapeshifter's form. 
 
Then his leg gave out. Half of his body sank down and crumbled to his knee, lowering him to his knees while he gritted teeth. “Took you long enough, Damon. Remind me later to give you an extra special treat. Fuck! Though it will have to wait for later.” 
 
His hand managed to return the needle and vial back to his belt, his hand now braced himself from falling face forward into the ground. His eyes shifted to spot something discolored on the pavement then smirked. Just a few feet from him was one of Kasain's needles. The very one he thought was completely lost. The odds were rather ironic Juan admitted as he picked it up, pinched between his thumb and finger, before it too went into his belt. He recalled the doc saying they were expensive and if his debt collector was serious trouble, it was best to not add up the cost even more with an expensive needle. Slowly he picked himself up best he could and called to Damon. “Let's give our trigger happy playmate a call, and get our asses out of here before Darius pops up.” 
 
It was this very moment, he regretted his very words. A breeze, subtle but reeked of something wrong, flew in suddenly. The gas that been used earlier was easily swept away as Darius' bigger employees started to emerge. Juan's stomach dropped when he found himself seeing the silhouette of a wind elemental demon came into view. Darius had finally brought the demons and angels in his courtyard out, though Juan couldn't tell if they were one of his worse ones or not. Namely as he never met them all. 
 
“I think... it's time we start getting out of here. Now...” 
 
[b]"Hmm... Yeah... Let's go before-"[/b] Suddenly, the scenery changed. That was never good. Damon changed back into his normal form and went over to Damon, helping him to his feet while at the same time wrapping himself around Juan to carry him. This place was slowly starting to get freakier and Damon wanted nothing to do with it.
 
As if to make matters worse the sky, which on one side was bloodred with the rising of the sun, filled with a variety of sickly colors. Greens, reds, and blacks, mixed with purple and white, all which swirled in a vortex of energy. The clouds nearby were torn and dispersed by the strange formation and the air seemed to both rumble and hum. The approaching reinforcements paused in their movement, looking up, and then the vortex snapped open like some kind of spatial maw and on the other side could be seen a dark sky with writhing essence.
 
Almost as abruptly as it had formed, it was gone, but even as it closed the sky remained darkened, the sun barely piercing the unnatural shade.
 
[color=#00001A][B]"What a [I]wonderful[/I] present,"[/B][/color] an insidious voice rumbled throughout the courtyard, its source nowhere in sight, but its owner plainly amused. The same feeling that Juan had had when he captured the Kitsune so long ago would wash over him, a familiar sensation from a familiar place.
 
Darius might even feel nostalgic.
 
However, the angels and demons who had been closing in on Juan's company crumpled to the ground, where the shadows themselves began to pull their forms in, devouring them whole. [color=#00001A][B]"Such a long time it has been!"[/B][/color] The shadows began to coalesce and two white eyes, glowing fiercely in the darkness, could be noted in the figure's contenance.
 
Kasain, having sensed the disturbance had radioed the other two men Crow had sent, instructing them to take Emmet to the car, and guard him with their lives, lest he take them away upon his return. He left a needle in his patient, and headed for the scene, knowing exactly who had just arrived.
 
He was almost there even as the nightwalker turned his attention to Juan, Rhett, and Damon--the being's eyes shining with a kind of cruel delight. [color=#00001A][B]"I thought I'd save you for last, being the best specimens and all,"[/B][/color] a grin spread across the demon's face, his form almost solid now. He appeared as a partially solidified human shadow. Like a three dimensional silhouette, a shadow given nightmarish form. There was something about the figure that screamed terror...and something else that screamed danger in Juan's mind.
 
It was unlikely that the man had ever encountered a true demonic lord after all.
 
Juan went an ashy gray color. A vortex or some rift in the air influenced the chaos before it abruptly vanished, leaving only a slight filter to deny the sun its right and presence. This wasn't Darius' doing, Juan realized, his body flinched from the shivers racing in his core and seemed to seep through his wounds.  For one dreadful moment, he felt both sides of his essence in perfect union with one key emotion: fear. It didn't help his essence was once more at war with itself and sensation of being back in hell washed over him, his eyes watched in horror as the scene changed abruptly. His suspicious were right when the very shadows seemed to turn on the angels and demons closing in. 
 
Even worse was when shadows reemerged into a single form. White eyes burning into Damon, Rhett, and himself while this creature's words caused Juan to edge back against his leg's wishes. He barely felt the pain through the emotion ripping his mind into pieces. There was only other time he had ever felt this numbed by fear and in the end, it had cost him [i]everything[/i]. 
 
“What are you?” Juan faintly registered the words. 
 
[b]"Oh shit..."[/b] Damon didn't know what this thing was, but it was certainly demonic. And not the sort of demon you'd run into just anywhere in hell. It wasn't that it was unfamiliar, Damon has seen plenty of dark demons, but something about this one made them look like shadow puppets. Damon didn't know what to make of this thing, and frankly, he didn't want to.
 
[b]"I don't think that matters right now Juan, let's just, go!"[/b] Damon urged Juan as he held tightly onto his body. Damon know Juan was in no condition to run on his own, so he had to do the moving for him. Damon sprouted a large, black pair of wings, and with one mightly gust he was able to get himself and Juan airborn. And to assist in their escape something else appeared in front of Juan's chest which looked suspiciously like a jet engine. [b]"I hope that doctor can fix this!"[/b] Damon didn't care for what that thing was, only about putting as much space between it and themselves. [b]"Juan, radio to the others to evac, I need to focus on getting us out of here!"[/b]
 
As the gas suddenly blew away, Rhett became visible, his pants and boots covered in blood as he was hunched over slitting another guard's juggular, surrounded by around 20 or so corpses who had suffer the same fate. Rhett pauses for a moment in confusion as he sees the mutard gas basically dissipate in front of his eyes. Still wearing his Gas mask, he curses loudly.
 
“What the fuck! I wasn't done yet!”
 
He looks up and sees the cause of his irritation, Angels and Demons.
 
“Oh shit” he mumbles “Time to go”
 
He quickly runs over to the others who seemed to have retrieved the target, he unslings his backpag and unzips it, sticking his hand in and tinkering with his remaining C4. Hoping that the freaks in the air wouldn't notice him palming the detonator and slipping it into his pocket. Obviously the mustard gas wouldn't work on them, but perhaps a bomb might distract them just long enough to make a get away.
 
He slips his backpack on, feeling a little anxious about lugging around an active bomb on his back, but he swallowed the fear and met up with the others. Noticing the Angels and Demons had dissipated and formed a new being of shadow, not caring about the company of friends he was currently keeping, he found himself capable of only saying three words after the creature spoke.
 
“Demons fucking suck”
 
The white embers seemed to pierce Juan as the poor creature asked a question that he had heard many times, and even before Damon managed to lift him away, he responded. [color=#00001A][B]"Why, that's simple,"[/B][/color] he began, his grin widening and the darkness deepening as he watched Damon wrap his body about Juan and sprout wings. His arm rose, and in response the darkness closed around Damon and Juan, seizing them in mid air, [color=#00001A][B]"...I am death."[/B][/color] His eyes flashed and a wave of utter terror would writhe its way through Damon, doing little to Juan since he had already succumbed to its influence.
 
Luckily, Kasain arrived just in the nick of time and stood before the demon, his eyes not even glancing to Juan and Damon. He was panting, his legs longer than normal, and his arms thin before his body redistributed its mass. [I][U]"Szayeis!"[/U][/I]
 
The nightwalker narrowed his eyes, his head tilting slightly, then smiled as he looked down, [color=#00001A][B]"Kasain M've, hahahaha, are these yours?"[/B][/color] He gestured towards the two held within his grasp, then seeing the look in the Doctor's eyes, his grin closed into a smirk. The glimmer in his eyes was one that the Doctor knew well, it was a dangerous look, for it was one that revealed interest. [color=#00001A][B]"Amusing, begone then, before I change my mind and devour you as well. I am starving afterall,"[/B][/color] he then let Juan and Damon go, letting them hover or fall to the ground, as Damon's wings had been restrained mid flap, thus removing any lift they may have gained before.
 
[I][U]"Much appreciated, old friend,"[/U][/I] Kasain said before turning his eyes to Juan and Damon, rushing over and briefly applying several needles and a few bits of essence to sooth Juan's pain. It took no more than several seconds, after which he looked between the three, having noted Rhett's presence, [I][U]"...the patient is secured, go. I w-will meet you at the extraction point, yes? Good, no argue!"[/U][/I] he then turned his eyes from their forms and stared at the demonic lord that stood before him, surveying his surroundings.
 
Panic, fear, whatever it was called, Damon only knew it as the force wanting him to leave with all his might. If it was a flight or fight responds Damon certainly wanted to just fly, but somehow or another some sort of sentiant darkness managed to solidify into physical form and capture Damon and Juan in the air. [b]"Shit! How is he doing this!?"[/b] Damon's question was never anwered as the doctor arrived. He must have known the demon or something, as the monster released Damon as soon as he noticed Kasain. He didn't stick around to question as Damon quickly built altitiude and flew off. Damon and Juan would head to the extraction point, albeit taking the stealthy (and somewhat long) route to ensure that they weren't followed. It involved a lot of twist and turns that Juan could not physically get through without Damon's amorphous flexibility, though ultimately Damon arrived to the extraction point where everyone else should be at. Once there Damon let Juan down onto the ground while the demon finally allowed himself a gasp of air. [b]"That... Was [i]fucking[/i] intense."[/b]
 
Juan felt...cold. His body caught in the darkness, his mind failed to understand it. It felt like he was an insect held in place by a million icicles pinning him to an iceberg as the words echoed in his head. His breathing was sharp and painful, giving him no air while they were held in place. Even when Damon held him close, Juan barely knew it. No warmth, joy, or even the conversation seemed to reach his attention. It wasn't until the familiar pain he usually had had subsided did Juan's mind snap back into focus. His eyes blinked and flinched, his body cried at his movement only to settle back into Damon's arms. In the end, Damon helped him take a long and rather painful route back to the extraction point. Things had been a rather terrible mess which had gone down hill since the Kitsune. It had taken some time to remove his mind from its icy state into working properly. 
 
Thankfully he hadn't needed to focus on walking the whole way. Else he might've been left behind and collapsed, his leg blissfully able to be tolerated during the jerky ride. When he was let down, Juan's body tried to rise on his only good leg and hobble into the car Emmet was currently out cold. He nearly jumped when Damon exclaimed his excitement. His eyes glared but his lips were sealed, his instinct and mind more eager to get the fuck out of here. And likely never come back. His hand jerked up on the door handle then slid in, his eyes lowered to note with bitter amusement his first-aid kit.  Sighing deeply he forced his body to lower and popped the lid open. Juan reached in to retrieve another silver coin which flickered in his hand when he raised it to his eyes. It had engravings and traces of other metals within the carvings, creating an intricate and complicated design. He paused long enough to acknowledge the one he lost to the beast before then peeled back his sliced chest. Juan reached his hand into the hard bone, the coin slipped into the protective metal casing making him sigh in relief. His back pressed backwards into the seat. 
 
Part of him briefly considered leaving Kasain to whatever poor fate he chose but logic and reason won out. Right now, he just wanted to rest and get the hell out of here. His eyes turned to linger on Emmet's sleeping form. The rabbit seemed to be alive and well, his breathing steady while his color pale. [i]'Let's hope you were worth this...'[/i] Juan thought a bit then waited on Kasain.       
 
Rhett looked at the scene with a feeling of discomfort, happy he hadn't been caught in that Demon's grasp. He unslings his backpack and takes out his flask, preparing to have one more drink before this is all over. Before he can remove his mask, the Doc showed up, seems he knew this shadow Demon thing. Seems this was the best chance to make a get-away to the extraction point. Fine by him, this whole job was starting to drag out into a big mess, what with Demons making other Demons shit themselves with fear. This just wasn't a good place to be.  
 
Rhett under-hands his back pack a few meters away and begins to sprint away from the mansion, holding a flask of booze, wearing a gas mask and carrying a detonator with to a live bomb in his pocket. He figured he would push it when he hit the extraction point, as a little memento.  
 
He reached the extraction point within record time, it was good to know that his running skills were still up to par. Though the others still beat him to the punch, what with their wings and all, only when he finally catches up to them does he take off his mask, his beard and hair now matted with sweat along with that unpleasant smell of the drying blood which caked his boots and pant legs.
 
“I hope you boys are getting paid as good as I am, else you're just a bunch of suckers” he said dryly as he gulped down more of whatever mystery booze was in that flask.
[h2][/h2]
 
Noting their departure, Szayeis glanced back to the Doctor, his old friend, with a grin still plastered across his features. Kasain merely gazed at the elder demon, unshaken even in the midst of his demonic influence, he had lots of practice resisting it after all. [I][U]"So, you are alive I see. Not that I thought one such as you would perish so easily,"[/U][/I] Kasain said, a lopsided smile forming on his lips as his eyes zipped over Szayeis' now almost fully solid form.
 
[color=#00001A][B]"Why of course, Kasain, but don't you have things to attend to? Deceiving your [I]friend[/I] perhaps?"[/B][/color] Kasain, had he not known Szayeis as he did, would have been both surprised and horrified by the demon's knowledge, but instead he just chuckled. [I][U]"We will speak again soon then, old friend. For now...good bye, oh and make sure to search these ruins. I feel like you would benefit from it."[/U][/I] Kasain grinned widely before turning, his mass redistributing, and dashing off, heading for the extraction point. He waved between buildings, taking down any poor soul in his path, he had no intention of being caught.
[h2][/h2]
 
Arriving at the extraction site Kasain's mass redistributed once more, he jumped into the car, motioned for the others and spoke. [I][U]"Now, I think we're all quite ready to leave, yes? Wonderful! Drive, human, we've patients to attend, and a crime scene is hardly the locale to do so!"[/U][/I] The two cars then promptly sped off, disappearing in the direction of Loom. They'd be there in an hour or so, and soon after they'd find their safehouse awaiting them. Kasain just hoped that the Lord took no further interest in their endeavor. At least...not while he was still involved.