That human, whoever he was, certainly managed to present a challenge to Fenn. He wove around the great beast's attacks, doing his best to delivering attacks that would hurt or harm him. He seemed a skillful fighter who knew what he was doing around the Hellhound... Or such was what many would have said, were they the ones observing. Lily, however, couldn't help but frown. 

She knew what Fenn was capable of, knew how brutal and powerful he was, and so to see him seemingly being pressed by this human? He was playing with him. No other reason seemed possible. But the fact that Fenn seemed to hold back was not the only thing that gave her a bad taste in her mouth. More than two thousand years of experience had taught her a lot, and the most basic of said experiences was that one had to adapt to their opponent. One did not win fights through brute force alone—unless one possessed overwhelming might as compared to one's adversary—but by observing how they fought and adapting accordingly, making use of openings and whatever advantages there were, all the while making up for the disadvantages and weaknesses one possessed themselves. 

Snider... did not seem to do much of that. His moves were hazardous, confrontational, and sometimes downright strange. He seemed to care little for his own life, the only goal being to defeat the demonic hound in front of him. Such may have been the case, but it did not help matters. It still left an acidic taste in Lily's mouth. Oh how she loathed those who thought themselves warriors, yet didn't seem to understand even the basic of combat! 

She prepared to dive down to interrupt the fight, perhaps teach the human a lesson or two in regards to how one fought, when something happened that surprised even Lily. A great hole opened up in the ground, like the maw of a beast superior in size even to Fenn, gaping in an attempt to fit the entire city between its jaws. A howl and a roar split the sky as Fenn fell into the depths, the darkness within obscuring him from Lily's sight. 

[i]Stupid dog,[/i] she thought with a small, mocking smile, angling her wings downward into a spiralling dive, [i]Can't even hold onto a damned ledge.[/i] She soared over the area at ever lower altitudes, quickly coming to rest at the edge of the hole. She ignored the human from wherever he lay or stood—she hadn't bothered to take notice—as she peered down into the blackness below. She could see nothing, and assumed that Fenn had simply moved on through whatever tunnels he could find down there. For a while she debated following after him, if only to greet him after having not seen each other for a long time, but decided against it after only a short few seconds. Fenn was in town, and she didn't feel like dirtying her clothes—being soaked through was bad enough, but dirty as well? Demon though she may be, but having dirt in her hair and everywhere else would always be a hassle. He would, inevitably, cause havoc somewhere and somehow, so there was no reason to follow him—she would find him eventually. 

Casting a passing glance at the poor excuse of a warrior that was the human, if only to note his position, she spread her massive, dark, wings again, taking to the air once more, angling towards the inner city. 

Once in sufficient altitude, however, something caught her eye. How she hadn't noticed earlier confused her, and she could only assume that it [i]hadn't[/i] been there earlier. A great cloud of fog of midnight black had rolled into town, spreading quickly. Just one glance told her that it wasn't natural. 

It didn't belong to this world. 

Where most who saw it would be filled with dread, it only filled Lily with a sense of curiosity. She could have sworn it was a familiar thing, that fog, and no time had passed before she felt she had an educated guess as to its origin and nature: Demonic. Whatever it was, Lily felt certain that a Demon of some kind was in charge of this nebulous thing. 

She touched down on a rooftop still several blocks away from what she knew was the park of this city—having been there earlier just this day—her wings disappearing through the slits in her vest and shirt, becoming naught in but a moment. She absent-mindedly noted the subway entrance on the street to her left and the array of streets and apartment blocks on on her right. None seemed important, but it would never do to [i]not[/i] take notice of one's surroundings. 

Turning her gaze back towards the park, the fog continued to roil and move and—Lily's eyes widened. For while she expected the fog to be demonic in nature, she did not expect it to coalesce into one single form. What's more, the fog retreating into its yet building form revealed a humanoid creature—[i]Demon as well, most likely.[/i] Lily mused—seemingly leading it towards the centre of the park. The culprit, no doubt. 

Yet she was not the only figure suddenly showing herself. From various buildings here and there, humans started to come out, heading in various directions. None were close enough that she could immediately identify them—standing on top of a multi storied building tended to have such results—but something told her that they had something to do with the fog-being in the park. 

With a smile on her lips, Lily started to hum, singing a tune under her breath. 

[i]"They call us evil but nothing is worse,
Than passive submission to meaningless rules;
These are oppression and misery's tools."[/i]

She thought the song oddly fitting, if only for one reason: Her assumption of the identity of the humans. No doubt they were Demon Hunters of one kind or another, and why did they fight? [i]Why, the song explains it just perfectly,[/i] Lily told herself, the smile on her lips widening imperceptibly. 

Things were about to become interesting.