Volkran stared at the barrier of energy in front of them not initially responding.  He took a short step towards it and rose his hand against it once more.  "Oh trust me, just like the minds of any mortal this can be broken..." Reluctantly however the demon lowered its arm back to his side.  "Well there's only two things we can do, that foolish human friend of yours lead us down a one-way corridor the only ways are through... or we head ba-..." The demon paused as he stared back down the corridor, his eyes narrowing as he did so.  Staring into the endless void the demon moved standing between Allura and the way back.  "This one is mine!" The demon announced drawing the sword sheathed at his waist, what he was exactly referring to at first remained unclear until "Return to your place of rest or cease to be."  The demon held his stance for a short time before sheathing the weapon and turning back to the wall.  "Heading back is not an option, they have awoken.  However they have agreed they'll leave us be but we cannot pass back that way." The demon looked to the angel.  "The spirits of the dead are not amused by your presence, nor mine, though they're more inclined to tolerate my being here than a servant of the..." The demon shivered before uttering the word 'Gods'.

So it had been decided for them, they were to find a way forward from their current position or in all probability die trying to return back the way they came.  The demon leaned up against the wall next to the wall of evil as though contemplating a course of action.  He could feel something else here, not the necromancer or the dead, something much more sinister in intent.  "So, that's what he meant by one of 'them'" The demon spoke up after a moment of silence had passed "We need to be done here before it locates us. wait... shouldn't you be able to expel spirits, like a priest would?" The demon probed, pissing the angel off by trying to go through the wall again was clearly not going to help.  "Although the idea of drawing the enemy to us might work, we'd draw everything to us that resides in here.  Both those that would do the necromancers doing, and those that'd just do it for personal fun."  It was an extremely late response to the angels earlier question, almost as though he'd completely ignored it and only just thought of the idea himself.  'Akira, follow our voice, my friend.'
"Ahhh so that's what made him come this way... banshee's..."  The demon mumbled as he remained immune to its calling.  The voice was merely trying to lure him back, back into an ambush that would tear them limb from limb with their rage if they didn't have a plan.