[@Ceta de Cloyes]

[u][b]November 27th,
1:24 PM, ET
GCU Library, Gotham[/b][/u]

The Fallen was stronger than any Clayton had seen in years, even as it's rotting limbs began to crumble away under the decaying influence of the mage's spells. Stumps of limbs were replaced by infernal fire that grew into ashen flesh, and the dead, glassy eyes became red, flaming pools full of contempt for all living things on the mortal plane. It batted away the swings of the mace, sweeping Clayton off his feet and booting the him across the floor hard enough to break ribs. Grunting and stumbling to his feet, the giant tried to life the mace he'd taken from a broken case, though his arms were stinging with exhaustion.

"Trying to spare your half-breed spawn your fate? Your gesture is useless. I will not kill you now, Clayton Toombs. I will find your son first. I will flay him before your eyes, cast his skinless corpse at your feet. After you've heard his dying screams, seen his life spill out in blood, you will have my permission to die." The voice was scratchy, hoarse, the demon still attempting to repair the stitched-together vocal cords. It brought up a surge of rage in Clayton, and he bared bloody teeth at the beast as he case another sickly green bolt of magical energy at the demon-golem's knees. It bellowed in return as the two met in the middle of the room, infernal magics repairing the damage as quickly as the necromancer's could decay flesh and bone. Steel met bone as the mace slammed into a tree trunk sized arm, holding the mage in place even a he tried to slam all of his weight into the weapon.

"You ain't taking Tommy, demon! You're goin' back to whatever hell The Presence threw your sorry ass in!" Clayton roared in the monster's face, kicking out at a knee and earning a bellowing cry from the demon as it buckled. He swung his mace upward, catching the beast in the chest and sending it stumbling back, leaving a distance between the monster and the mage.

And then Tommy was there, the Silver Nail in hand as the two stared down at each other. Both looked sharply in the direction of the Anodite teenager, the demons's burning eyes widening as it realized what the boy was carrying. Even missing the demon's head, it sent the stitched-together body trembling with pain and fear as the spirit inside recoiled from the magical device. Desperation filled it's corpse-like face as it saw the nail land between it and Clayton. Without thinking it lunged for the nail, wanting nothing more than to get it away from the magi who would surely know it's power and how to send it back to the torments it had left behind.

It never came close as corpses slammed into the demon-golem from all angles, the security guards gnashing and sinking broken teeth into flesh, and even the severed head of the would-be summoner flying, screaming at her construct with green magical fire billowing from it's mouth as it burned the beast's face. The presence of the Silver Nail was draining the demon's strength as Clayton's necromancy had drained it's body's, and now with the zombies of its victims swarming it, it was open to the killing blow. Clayton swept up the nail a roar slammed it down into the demon's heart. There was no final bellow, no cursing the mage's mortal wounding of it's physical body, just a shudder as the demon's spirit began to slip away, dragged back to the plane it had been trapped in for untold eons. 

Before it left, however, it had one final message, the twisted, melting face turning to face Hex.

"Anodite...no idea of your fate...your true nature...it will be your father's end."

And then it was gone, the lifeless golem collapsing into a mangled pile of limbs.