His embrace was effective as he wrapped the girl in his arms and felt her slowly succumb to his powers. It was semi fulfilling, her magical essence was great and plenty but Arkan was a greedy demon, he lusted for more still. He ignored the attacks on him, they did no harm and if anything they fed him even more. Magical impacts made him shift slightly but they did not damage his armor.

The police had arrived now, but he could instantly tell that they were also magical wielders. He was about to finish off the girl, her magic was fleeting when something that all demons fear had happened.

[i]Arkan.[/i]

His name was uttered... He dropped the girl and turned to the man who had called out his cursed name. By unknown instincts he was now a threat but if a mortal knew his name, then the he was equally vulnerable to banishment. The few scraps of knowledge that he knew, was that if he was banished, he would return to the greater demon that cursed him and be devoured himself. A swift passing of fear washed over him before fleeting.

He walked over to the man, took out his sword and slammed it into the ground at the man's feet. Arkan then bent his right knee in front of him as a sign of servitude. He tipped his head down and placed both hands on the hilt of his sword. He was at the mercy of the first mortal to ever call him by his name, at least until the time was right...