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"I'm going to rip the little fucker out.", Owen replied in a growl, his eyes glowing even more and shining blue marking appearing on his skin. He'd never really dealt with a demon before, but as angry as he was, he was confident he could take him.

The demon on the other hand simple laughed and strode calmly towards them. He wasn't any low level demon, that was for sure, and neither the djinn, the hunter, or the hunter's precious little boy frightened him at all. Speaking of the little boy... the demon grinned and turned his attention on him. Olivia was in the back seat with his prey, sitting in his lap and drawing a large symbol right in the center of his bare chest. The demon reached out and squeezed his hand in a fist, causing Olivia to whine in pain and clutch his chest. Try as he might though, the demon found he couldn't kill the boy... couldn't get a proper hold on him. He must have had some sort of protection. He wasn't going to give up so easily though and kept his hand clenched tight, drawing away the boy's breath even as he tried to finish drawing the symbol.

"Everett!", Owen growled, seeing what was happening. "The holy water now!", he called, before racing forward, knocking the demon's arm away and digging his suddenly glowing hand deep into the center of the possessed boy's chest. He grasped something inside that squirmed feverishly against him, singing his fingers in an effort to let go, but he held fast and pulled. "I told you I'm going to rip you out of there!", he yelled, pulling harder. "You're not going to take my nephew!"