"So he carried me away in the spirit into the wilderness: and I saw a woman sit upon a scarlet colored beast, full of names of blasphemy, having seven heads and ten horns. Revelations 17:3."
Morgan… wake up…
It was the first thing that Morgan registered. His back had healed, though the pain had hardly subsided. His eyelids flickered. After a few seconds, he pushed himself into a sitting position. The next thing he realized was that Asmodeus was back. The thought almost brought a smile to his lips, until he registered something else. Kazehana's mind had gone blank. He whipped his head around, his eye widening as he found her lying not far away from him, the headless body of a demon beside her.
"Kaz!" He bolted to her side, assessing her with his mind, he probed, he felt, and he was not happy with what he found. There was a large bite wound in her neck, and a large amount of venom had been pumped into her. Morgan cursed, and immediately set to work. It wasn't hard to extract the poison. No, the hard part was fending of the anger that he felt at the demons, not for attacking, but for hurting her. And he was angry at himself for not being able to protect her.
Once he knew that she was at least in no danger from the venom, he turned his attention to the alleyway as a horde of demons came pouring in. He shouldn't have done it, but Morgan was too angry, and too exhausted to have much other choice. Without actually thinning, he changed. He only hoped that Kazehana didn't wake up to see him like this. Most Fallen Angels would either wholeheartedly accept demonic influences and become a demon, or they would fight it with every fiber of their being. Morgan had always fought, up until this point. Now, he embraced it.
He took out the seven demons in a single swipe, and he let loose a massive amount of energy in the process. Caspar and Asmodeus would know it immediately. It wasn’t normal for Morgan to be this angry. His red eyes scanned the alleyway, finally resting on the unconscious Watcher before him. There was a glimmer of hurt in his eyes as he picked her up. The hole in his chest opened, and it swallowed her. She would at least be safe there, and he could fight without having to worry about leaving her behind.
Asmodeus turned toward where Kazehana and Morgan had gone, swearing loudly. If Morgan had brought out his own inner demon, then things could get bad very fast. While Morgan had some control, he couldn’t fight his rage forever. And once he could no longer fight it, he would go on a rampage, and likely destroy half of the city. They didn’t have time to deal with this, and As wasn’t in the mood, either. He continued to take out demons, trying to stem the flow from the portal, but it wasn’t doing much good.
The white haired demon cursed again when Morgan leapt over him, the large white demon seemingly headed for the portal. As watched him warily, even moreso when he realized that the faint arua that Kazehana was still giving off came from inside him. That was odd. Still, he didn’t interfere right away, but instead watched as Morgan let out a long, shrill cry. Most of the lesser demons shrank, most of them fleeing, and Morgan grabbed both sides of the portal. Through sheer effort alone, he somehow rent it, sealing the Veil once again. Asmodeus walked up to him, simultaneously destroying some of the fleeing demons with shadows while watching Morgan, who produced Kazehana from the empty space in his chest, and then watched with slight amusement as Morgan reverted back to his normal form.
”You know you really can be an idiot sometimes, Kid. You do that a few more times, and one day you won’t be able to change back, mark my words.” Morgan didn’t respond, he merely stared grimly at Kazehana. Come on, Kaz, wake up. I know you’re in there.