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When Spyrth went back to Jonas, he was immediately introduced with a worried look. "Spyrth, your neck..." Jonas said softly, looking up from his spot on the bronze couch. "My neck?" He asked placing a hand on the rim of his neck. Just above the collar bone was a sudden black sludge which dripped down from a cut in his neck (right in front of his trachea). Pulling his hand away, Spyrth almost choked at what he saw. One of the first signs of a Seraph becoming fallen -or worse, a demon- was the lungs being covered in a thick tar-like substance. Looking down with a guilty expression, Spyrth held his neck to avoid bleeding out.

Light streamed out of the two large clear windows which covered two of the walls. Although, as Spyrth walked up to one, they became mirrored allowing him to see the damage. Completely around his neck in many directions had slit open. "Jonas, I think I need -" He cut himself off as he passed out at the sight.

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Dodge, hit, slice.

Thousands of the undead surrounded Serae as he cut them down one by one, little effort put into killing them. "Come on Serae, I thought you were a demon, or did you finally get that out of your system just like that little curse. " A demon with two snakes coming from his tail bone just like a tail split into two. "Aim, I will kill you if you don't stop going on about," The ex-angel growled. His anger issues began to show as his long blade shrank and became blunter, allowing him to bash in skulls.

A ringing noise came in his ear, Morse code only he could hear. "Aim, sorry for your entertainment to finish so soon, but I'm needed." He said as he made a sweeping motion with his hand. Everyone of the undead died and turned to ash.