They came and got him last. Always last, to minimize casulties. Morgan brought at least one of them down every night, if not more. His ears pricked forward as the gaurds approached his cell. And for once, he let them take him without any fight. The gaurds were wary, and he could feel the eyes of the other captives on him. And still he did not fight.
They took him down to the bath, a scrubbed him down, his demon form, his human form, and still he did not fight. And then, as they were leading him up to his cage, and put him in, they removed his collar and told him to change. So he did. By now, the gaurds had begun to drop their gaurd. It was when they tried to put his collage back on the he finally fought. He turned on a dime, ripping out the throat of the gaurd closest to him while ripping the right arm off the other one. The rest of the gaurds backed off and slammed his gate shut, his collar lay forgotten on the floor of his cell.
He grinned to himself, and licked the blood off his paws and face as he waited for the captain and his crew. He could sense them approaching, and he chuckled to himself as he heard the captain's thought.
No tricks, now, buddy. Any sudden moves that threaten to bring my crew down, and I'll be taking you with us. Do not make the mistake of thinking I would not proceed with vengeance against a supernatural if he or she harms anyone I care about.
The crack appeared, and withouth hesitation Morgan slipped through it. He stood in his human form for a second before the Captain, saying, "You are wise to be cautious, but I meant what I said. I do not take needlessly, and I will not kill you. I want me and my kind out of here as much as you do." His eyes flicked up above the Captain's head for a second before he continued. "Besides, it's not your time to die yet. Seeing as I'm the only demon here, it's not only my job to take life, but to preserve it, as well." With a grin, he dissolved in smoke as a pack of gaurds came rushing at them. The demon made short work of them, but didn't kill them. Morgan had had enough of killing for one night.
He paused, looking around, his eyes resting on Ariella's cage. The demon stopped beneath it, and stomped his foot, once. Three dozen demons sprung up out of nowhere, smokey shadows of night creatures, the stuff of a young child's nightmares. He looked down at them, and spoke in a strange language, "Vehafor vi distraction. Nakta wer gaurds mojka de udoka. Shar svent pamon svados tairais coi ui ti, vur tir ti levnim nomenes letocloir udoka. Wux tepoha dout gaviric. Gethrisj."**
The demons scattered. Morgan had a slight scowl on his face. He needed his staff, for without it, he could do nothing about this place that he hated. Yet that was not his objetive. He needed to focus on getting the others out. He looked above, and then climbed up to her cage. By now, the others had woken up, or become aware of the chaos. He tapped on the door of her cage, saying, "Well then, I believe we've all over stayed our welcome, so it's time we all got going now, wouldn't you agree?" The door of her cage swung open, and while it truly wasn't needed, the demon offered the angel in front of him a hand. "Shall we?"
**Translation: "Create a distraction. Keep the gaurds away from us. But kill no one whose time it is not, and do not harm those helping us. You have your orders. Go."