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Lyra's eyes lit up at the joke, "Hah, no, of course not. Next time we meet I'll be in a suit, and for why I've decided to give this world a visit -let's just say I don't exactly agree with what's going on." she said, taking no care or perhaps no notice to the red little trickle of blood dripping from a nostril. At Dean's bemused face she shrugged her shoulders, "I go by as many names, but you can call me Zevier. Don't care what you think hunter, I am not going to let these stupid fang faces take this human girl, what was her name, Isabella their damned Holy Grail? Take her blood like wine and get a power boost. Oh, don't tell me you didn't know. Why else do you think they want her alive? It's her blood you dimwit-" she paused, a hand touching her brow, it was getting more and more difficult to stand upright. Shouldn't have forced himself so much into this tiny body, had he known it was in such poor state he would have opted for something better, but alas this was the closest he could get in order to locate Dean. Already the brit's choice of words were rubbing off on him, better make this quick. "If you hand over that girl to the vampires you may as well be signing your free passes to hell. It'll be on you when they take over and ruin the world. Though, I think that's already happening, the way you useless humans are driving it. Wars don't solve problems, they only make more." He was aware of their suspicions and might even misinterpret his intrusion by fault of "caring" No, he didn't give a hoot about human kind, they could all kill each other if they felt like it. However, having these filthy, little, leeches try to claim the world his own race had been gnawing at the rails for centuries to, only to loose to them, felt so terribly annoying. Not happening.

Lyra pinned her hands to her sides, her face more pallid, resembling her aunt's ghost, she stared directly at Dean, "I wish to make a sort of proposal. You're going to rebel against the vampires, you're going to need help. I grant you my assistance. I am not doing you this favor out of the kindness of my heart, or because you wish to save that pesky human twit. I do it for my own reasons. Believe me or not is of secondary concern, you want to get to the last page of the book and know that in the end, you will lose. You either take it, or take it."

She did not wait for him to respond, she didn't have the chance to, Lyra's spirit was so riled up and rage filled that it nearly shoved the evil demon out of her own body -almost killing herself in the process. Her head snapped back, like she'd been punched and her lips tore open allowing a blood-curdling scream to rip from her vocals, along with the jet-stream of black smog and the spiritual manifestation of the demon to shoot out of her mouth. The demons' essense escaped through the trees, gone away until they were to meet next time in a more suitable vessel. Lyra's knees gave in and she collapsed into the earth. Remaining so still that one look at her would make an individual assume she was a lifeless corpse.

Michael had kept his stand in front of Selene, providing a shield for her, had the demon possesed girl attacked. When her message was left for the hunters to take in, and the demon escaped the girl's orifice, he let go a held breath. Gripping at Selene's hand, he took a moment to gather his own, never had he actually witnessed a possession until now and boy was it quite the shocker compared to what he had heard about it. An experience he would never soon forget, gritting his teeth, he finally redirected his gaze to his love who was equally, most definetely shocked.

"Lyra... She's still... Alive..." he quietly informed them all, though he knew Selene would be able to determine this herself if she were to concentrate on listening to the human girl's dangerously low heart beat. Like a hammer on cloth, bearely perceptible even with vampire sensitive hearing. It was not a good sign none the less, she would need bed rest. Pronto.