The great cat found itself at a pause for a moment, seeing that for now the threats - from every angle prior - had fled in their own varied ways, be them physical or metaphysical. With a low, rumbling sigh, it shook its head and surveyed the damage to the area. It appeared little worse than it was already, still some grey, forsaken place that was once a city and still caked with ashen dust. No matter the case, the inky demon and the reaper had returned to conversing and Jane was off rummaging through the tattered and abandoned racks of clothing.

"I suppose before it escapes us completely, just what was a 'Lord of Lies'?"