Lily stood silent for the longest time, watching the fog-being send forth a minor horde of creatures that were definitely of demonic origin. While it was too far away to see them clearly, there was no doubt that anything spawned by a creature such as that one would have ties to the netherworld. Judging by their size and their number, she would guess they were either Hideous or Minions, not that there was much of a difference. Both were weak creatures that could only really kill anything in groups: Pack animals. 

While one might be somewhat of a challenge to a single human, when it came to demons they were among the lowest of the lowest. But that meant something, Lily thought. There was a reason for the ones being sent forth being among the weakest of demonic creatures, and in numbers. They were searching for something, and expected resistance. By their very nature, Minions were little more than mindless cannon fodder that didn't care for superior power. They were that stupid, or so the demoness thought at least. 

But that only made her wonder as to the second question. They expected resistance, but what kind? Though this city may be one where humans, who thought the occult something interest, seemed to congregate, there weren't much they could do in terms of fighting back. Unless... Lily's palm met her forehead with an audible smack. How could she have forgotten? Idiotic ghost hunters and occult fanatics weren't the only ones who sought this city out, but Hunters too. That human Fenn had fought earlier was proof of that: His presence being just the precursor for all the other ones. 

Lily glanced about on the streets below, near and far. Now she was certain, for though she had only had suspicions when she first saw them, no more. The humans she had seen wander the streets earlier were Hunters, of course. It made sense, after all, as no sane human would wander out in a weather this foul—this [i]wrong[/i]—unless they knew what they were up against. And only Hunters truly had an inkling as to what facing something supernatural was like. And by the looks of it, these demon hunters were out to either seek something as well, or to face the fog creature. 

A shake of her head dislodged the useless thoughts. Whatever that thing was doing, and what the Hunters would do to it, mattered little to her unless it truly became something of proportions. It might yet, but for now it wasn't important. 

Another cursory glance of the streets below, however, did reveal to her something she would deem important, or at the very least interesting enough to immediately partake in as opposed to simply waiting. 

With anticipation aglow in her dark heart, she stopped off of the edge of the roof, falling down to the sidewalk below. The sidewalk's slabs cracked underneath her feet as she landed and, taking the time to shake the ache out of her feet, she started towards the subway entrance she had spotted earlier. 

Hands crossed underneath her chest, Lily stopped a few metres short of a great hellhound, as tall as she when on all four. Her emerald eyes glanced down to the flattened minion below, then back up at the vicious visage that was Fenn, a cheeky grin on her lips. 

"One of yours, Puppy?" She asked, indicating the Minion with a nod.