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Books were everywhere, so was white blood. The last time he had gone into the library was when he was so close to death. At that time, he was an idiot and relied on the first demon he could remember. The original problem was that he knew nothing of his past, and what he did know, came from his so-called-sister and his previous incarnation, and the book. The book always switched places when it was needed. Magic in the air clogged any sort of tracking.

Just by looking around, Serae just knew that any sort of proper salvation was gone, the book wasn't there. If he had passage to hell once more, maybe then he could find a way, but that option left a long time ago. He was just about to leave as he glanced at a stone door, he wasn't going to do that to someone else.

He left the room and shut the door loudly, "It ain't there." He sighed.

Jonas looked up from his place on the floor were he was tending to Spyrth- who was unconscious due to blood loss. "Why don't you ask Aim?" He asked innocently, immediately understanding the situation. "That bastard will only fuck everything up, again." Serae hissed, dark green eyes threatening the youth. "Where's Hailey?" He asked, looking around, Jonas only pointed as he tried to mend the wound on Spyrth's chest.