[@shylarah]Tsitua huffed through his nostrils, but didn't react to her comment in any other way. To the boy he answered, "You'll know when you see him." He led the entire group out of the train car and onto an old, abandoned-looking platform. It was dusty and dirty and dark. "The human race has never been hopeless. Since day one demons have been making a fuss around here. Our job is to make sure it doesn't get out of control." As he said that, people that were cloaked and shadowed stepped out from the darkness. There were five of them, and they convened in a circle in the center of the platform. 

They began to chant in unison an incantation that caused a pentagram to form on the concrete floor. The black symbol soon began to glow an eerie green as more symbols and runes formed as part of the circle. When the circle was complete, a mark burned itself into, or rather out of, Tsitua's forehead and the backs of his hands. It was a circled, quartered "z" surrounded by markings of both angelic and demonic language. 

"Vassal of Death, step forward." One of the cloaked figures said. [i]Humans and their ceremonies..[/i] Tsitua thought to himself. He looked at Lya and rolled his eyes. She gave him a playful slap on the rear as she laughed silently to herself. He stepped up and let the man bless him or something. There was some hand waving and incantation before they allowed him to step into the circle. The green glow became small, green flames  as his own chakras activated the magic runes. "Now you may all pass through the circle and be transported." The same cloaked figure said.