[center][i][b]JACKSON[/b][/i][/center]

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Jackson snorted. [color=0072bc]"I can tell it's a curse because I've seen it before. How they're acting just supports it."[/color] He kissed Lilith's creamy white shoulder, [color=0072bc]"What do you think love, should I go with them?"[/color] She smiled, her fangs showing, and nodded her beautiful head. Jackson let go of her and pointed east. [color=0072bc]"Let's get this the fuck over with then."[/color] He didn't waste time waiting for them, simply set off in the direction he had pointed. The cool night air was filled with the smell of infected blood, or cursed blood if you preferred to call it that. He heard screams and loud noises and the sounds of combat. As he followed the roads, he paused. Holding up his hand for his companions to wait. There was a scrambling and infected burst out of a nearby building. Some howled in rage and others cackled with mad laughter as infected Warlocks shot lightning at them. 

Shields seemingly made of red lightning appeared out of the air to intercept them. Crackling bolts of his demon magic blasted forth from his palms and incinerated another infected. He tore open a whole in reality as a Lycan ran at him, it ran through the portal, not pausing to think, and his neck met the blade of Jackson's katana, cutting the head from his deformed body. Well, at least he would get to see how his companions faired against the lot.