Jason stood up immdiatley, his armor forming around him completly. He walked straight into the nearest shadow, reappearing at the church, his sword drawn. Although his armor always disappeared during shadow travel, so the boy had none for the next minute or so. He really wished he actually remebered that small fact so that he would use it and keep his armor on. Whatever was in there was going to learn to fear the hand of the next true heir to the demon throne, it would know what his wrath felt like; for it had taken a being that was like a mentor to Jason, and it would learn what true power felt like. Jason wanted to get Ansen back, for the man was one of the only ones to not want him dead, therefore anything messing with Ansen would feel Jason's blade.