Daemon Vallis's Story

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The Twilight was fading fast, as was Morgan's reach along with it. And still he had not found any of them. Not a single one. He stopped a top a building, angry with himself. But then, it wasn't really his fault. He sighed, looking down at the dark alleys below him. Nothing stirred.

He lay on his back, looking up at the stars that had begun to make their way into the sky, thinking. He wondered what the others would be like.A flash of recognition flickered through his head. He felt two presences nearby. One human. The other was not. He sat up quickly, pulling out a small rod, no more than seven inches in length. At a distance, it looked a lot like a magic wand from the Harry Potter movies. Until of course it expanded, a long, curved blade protruding from the top.

The scythe took its form. With a wry smile, he leaped off of the building, hitting the ground on his feet some thirty feet below. He was going Demon hunting. He closed his eyes for a second, concentrating. A shadowy copy of himself appeared next to him, wavering for a second, before becoming solid. He looked at his copy, who stared blankly at him. "Search for the others." The copy nodded silently, and ran off in the direction opposite of the Demon. Morgan turned back, heading of in the direction his senses led him. He began to pick up signs on the Demon. It was large, and lizard-like. He sighed. "A Hexon...I'm definitely near a Reaper then..." He said softly.

A Hexon Demon was made for tracking. They were fast, nimble, and had poison-laced claws. Morgan knew he had to find either the Reaper before the Demon found them. He began winding his way through the dark, trying to locate the slow-moving presence. Suddenly, the Hexon took off. "Shit..." Morgan muttered. The Demon had located the Reaper. He took off, following the Demon's direction.

He didn't expect it, but he turned a corner, knowing he was getting closer, when he nearly ran head-long into a male with startlingly green eyes. As soon as they made eye contact, Morgan recognized him. His reflexes took over, making him freeze and then spin to the right to avoid a collision with him. He was...

"Air Reaper..." Morgan said softly. He wasn't focusing on the boy, rather, his gaze met the Hexon Demons'. The lizard-like creature snarled at the sight of Morgan. It knew it was in trouble. Morgan grinned. "Hey Ugly...let's dance."

He leaped into the air as the Demon clawed at him, landing on it's arm, and sliced downward. The Hexon let out a gruesome howl as it's arm lay at his feet, dark black blood oozing it's way onto the ground. Morgan used the momentum of his fall to propel himself forward, slicing through the Demons' body, effectively killing it. Though admittedly, it was slightly messy. The blood that sprayed from it's severed body covered Morgan from nearly head to toe as he turned, staring at the Reaper in front of him with an emotionless expression.

His red eyes flickered slightly as he spoke. "Welcome back, Air Reaper." As he spoke, the Demon's body slowly began to crystallize, and once it was done, it shattered, scattering the alleyway with black powder. His gaze was lucid and emotionless. Nothing moved through his dead-like red eyes, not a flicker of life or anything at all. But after one hundred and fifty years of being a Reaper, 'Morgan' no longer existed. In reality, nothing human remained at all, he was simply the Void Reaper, in body, soul, and mind.

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The last several hours had been complete torture for Daemon. After two lectures, calculus and physics, along with an entirely too long lab course for the science, the teenager was virtually spent. He groaned loudly as he plopped himself down onto a low wall on the side of the walkway. To be honest though it wasn't the classes that had him irritated.

For weeks the young man had been flirting with a rather attractive upperclassman and he had thought things were going well. That was until said older man stopped contacting him. There was no way how Daemon understood why this would happen, but he was sure it had something to do with the other male not being 'out'. Daemon hated when people couldn't be open about who they were.

A sigh left the teens mouth as he reluctantly stood, slinging his heavy back over his shoulder. He switch his Ipod on to a rather angry sounding song, the music blaring from the purple headphones that hung around his neck. It would have been much quicker to take the bus but to think Daemon really liked to walk. What he really wanted to do was run, but with a bag full of textbooks it was rather impossible (uncomfortable), he'd have to wait till after he got home and dropped all his stuff off.

His pace was slow, relaxing, as he bobbed his head to the music. Daemon stopped abruptly though as another male came out of nowhere and almost collided with him. His green eyes were wide with shock as he took in the side of the person before him; very attractive with his black hair and strange red eyes. Daemon had never seen eyes that particular color before.

"Air Reaper..." The other guy whispered, leaving Daemon even more confused.

"Huh?" The brunette asked curiously, staring.

"Hey Ugly...let's dance." Daemon's jaw literally dropped with the words. NEver in his life had anyone called him ugly; cute, adorable, even handsome but never ugly. Anger bubbled in the pit of his stomach, rising up his chest. He glared harshly, about to tell this guy just how rude he was being until the newcomer was suddenly airborne.

The teens mind couldn't really comprehend what he was seeing. There was some kind of creature he hadn't noticed before. There was black ooze and an unsettling howl before the strange thing all but disintegrating.

For a second there was just silence, no movement, before the black haired man turned his attention on Daemon. "Welcome back, Air Reaper."

Daemon blinked his large green eyes in a stupor. What the hell just happened? He thought. The teen tried to form something coherent to say, he really did, but his mind was experiencing an utter blank. "…what?" Was his intelligent response to an unbelievably weird situation.

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Morgan simply stared at the boy in front of him. "You have yet to awaken. But with only being forty-eight hours, I can't say I'm surprised. The Soul Element is probably still recovering." He watched teh boy closely, and gave a small, almost invisible smirk. His mind was balnk and whirling at the same time. The boys thoughts ranged form how cute and attractive he thought Morgan was to whether or not he was a stalker to the Demon behind him. The thought about Morgan being a "crazed stalker" made him chuckle. Not much made him laugh any more.

"I would ask that you calm your mind, please. I understand that this is a lot to take in at once, but you're giving me a headache. You must calm down in order for me to help you remember who you really are as of this moment. Daemon Vallis is your name, but it is no longer who you are. From this moment forth, you are the Air Reaper." Morgan then lapsed into silence, waiting for the inevitable denail that was sure to come. It happened every time, and it seemed with every passing repossesion that it got harder to convince them. Once they actually remembered, it was easy, but until that time came...

All the light had faded away. Only the moon and stars hung above her. The stars were fireflies dancing around their mother, the moon. Not a cloud was in sight. Crickets began chirping all around and in the distance a wolf could be heard howling. A floral smell filled the air. The beauty of it all was so strong that Lillianna could just drink it in. It was the kind of night that the girl always enjoyed. She smiled to herself.

A sigh was let out as the girl strolled onward. Where she was going, she didn’t know. However, anything was better than there. Lillianna would never turn back. She would never return to the place that was once so joyous. Not even in her memories. Some things are better left untouched or forgotten.

Plus, there would surely be something better in the future. The tragedy of the past was definitely not going to be the last, but as long as Lillianna looked ahead nothing would hold her back. Hold her back from finding something wonderful… Something to live for. What it was, she didn’t know or care. Nonetheless, she would find out.

As Lillianna wandered, she noted that the crickets had stopped chirping. The howling of the wolf had ceased as well. Everything fell silent except for the girl’s footsteps and some whispers in the distance. Even the soft smell of flowers seems to evaporate. Although she couldn’t quite understand why, an eerie feeling settled in. Was there danger up ahead?

The wooded area was behind her. Lillianna hadn’t realized how close to the city she was. Ahead of her she saw a building. Something about it seemed a bit… Off. Although she felt the need to get away, something compelled her to that building. When she entered, she fallowed her feelings… Or rather, she went where she felt she shouldn’t go.

The closer Lillianna grew, the more she felt as though she should run. It wasn’t long before she saw two figures. It was then she realized that one of them was hurt. She rushed to his side. The girl was both frightened and confused.

“H-h-how b-b-b-bad i-is your w-w-w-wound?” She stumbled as she spoke. With new people, no matter the circumstances she could not form words properly. Her heart pounded in her chest. Was she too late to do anything? Or was the wound only minor?

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"You have yet to awaken. But with only being forty-eight hours, I can't say I'm surprised. The Soul Element is probably still recovering." Another slow blink was all Daemon could do as he stared at the other male. The guy was clearly crazy, or so the teen believed after hearing the nonsense that spewed from his mouth.

Looking at his surroundings and taking into consideration that he was basically in the mouth of an alley way, the possibility of the clearly unhinged man dragging him away was looming closer. With this thought in mind, Daemon unconsciously took a step back. Is this guy some kind of stalker? He thought as he recalled gruesome weapon the other had been wielding. Is he going to kill me? And what had that….thing been? The creature had appeared out of virtually nowhere and then disappeared once the black haired guy killed it.

"I would ask that you calm your mind, please. I understand that this is a lot to take in at once, but you're giving me a headache. You must calm down in order for me to help you remember who you really are as of this moment. Daemon Vallis is your name, but it is no longer who you are. From this moment forth, you are the Air Reaper." Daemon's mind was racing a mile a mind. How had the man known his name and what the heck was he talking about?

"Look, you're really cute and all but you're starting to creep me out." Daemon slowly walked backwards, taking cautious steps away from the man before him. "So I'm sorry to say but uh…I'm me and not this 'Air Reaper' you're looking for." He used his fingers as quotations to emphasize his point. "I promise, I'm just me…no one else, so I'm just gonna go now…People are expecting me."

His body was tense and ready to bolt at the slightest movement from the stranger. Now Daemon was naive, his brother yelled at him about it all the time, but even he realized that this situation wasn't right. This could get dangerous and with this guy knowing his name, the teen was all the more eager to get home and back under the safety of his family.

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Inside, Morgan sighed. This wasn't going to be easy...

“H-h-how b-b-b-bad i-is your w-w-w-wound?”

The soft voice made him turn, and he took in a blonde female, who looked concerned for him. [color]"Actually, none of this is my own. I am not wounded inthe sligh-"[/color] He cut himself off as a familiar feeling ran through him. So this was the new Water Reaper. He smiled slightly, skimming over her thoughts, touching on what her name was among other things. He then winced, and turned back to Daemon. [color]"You're thoughts are getting worse, as is my headache. No, I am not crazy, and I don't appreciate being thought of as 'unhinged'. True, it may be that I really am no longer very human any more, but I am as sane as you are, Daemon. And no, there is a lot more buried deep within your subconcious, just as there is this woman's, whose name this time around is Lillianna Aretha Dauglas, if I correctly read her."[/color] He turned back to the girl, and said, "You are the new Water Reaper. This night just got simpler. I only have three left to find." This time, he really did sigh, and then said to both of them together, "I know you both are confused, and I know none of this makes any sort of sense. But it will get easier. You'll remember me soon enough, along with the others, and who you are. Or rather, what you are. Now, wil you come with me, or am I going to have to simply follow you until you remember?" He stared at the two of them in turn with blank eyes.

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The copy smiled somewhat. "Well, yes and no. That would be the name of the Void Reaper, I am only one of his copies. He'll be pleased to know that you're already starting to recover your memories. Air isn't taking it so well, the boy is in complete denail and thinks Morgan is a stalker. Oh well, I suppose it's to be expected in some cases. Just how much have you rememebered? Or is it simply his name?" He was curious about the new Reaper. She seemed to want to embrace death willingly. Perhaps he could play upon that to get her to agree.

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“H-h-how b-b-b-bad i-is your w-w-w-wound?” It took a second but Daemon finally took notice of the new arrival. A slight blonde girl…who happened to be much taller than him. In a way it caused a bruise to his ego but Daemon had been shorter than the average male all his life so the damage was minimum. The brunette roughly shook his head. Stay focused here! No ADD moments, this is important!His mind all but screamed at him.

"You're thoughts are getting worse, as is my headache. No, I am not crazy, and I don't appreciate being thought of as 'unhinged'. True, it may be that I really am no longer very human any more, but I am as sane as you are, Daemon. And no, there is a lot more buried deep within your subconscious, just as there is this woman's, whose name this time around is Lillianna Aretha Dauglas, if I correctly read her." And there is was. As the other man spoke Daemon concluded that he had been completely mind-fucked in the last few minutes.

"I'm going nuts. Lance always told me I was crazy but I actually think I've snapped. I didn't think rejection from a guy would just…knock me over the edge." The teen muttered, almost reasoning with himself. His body sunk, bending at the knees, as he covered his face with his hands.

He needed to leave, sleep this fit of insanity off? Maybe he was actually asleep now…he pinched himself on both cheeks extremely hard. Pain shot through his face as he squeezed, which means I'm not asleep. Hallucination maybe?

Abruptly he stood, ignoring both of the people in his immediate area, and made an about face. With his back to the 'couple' he briskly walked away. This entire situation was unreal, so he would do the normal thing for once in his life and walk away.

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The day was coming to its end. Colors painted the sky a purple, orange, and pink hue while crystalline eyes clouded over in thought. It had been a strange day for Erys as she recalled today’s events. First, there was this strange feeling in the back of her mind that she was being followed. Paranoia her friend had stated, but this feeling was so strong, it felt like she was suffocating. She didn’t like this feeling at all and she wanted to get away from whatever the cause was. It wasn’t as easy as she thought it would be and she had taken a few turns here and there, some down a few closed alleys in which she had to retrace her steps. She kept telling herself there was nothing to be afraid of, and that she shouldn’t be afraid. If she were being followed, the perp would receive a brutal beating. She wasn’t exactly trained in self-defense, but she knew how to hold her own against most. With a defeated sigh, she continued on her way home, ignoring the smoke that seemed to rise from the neighborhood she lived in.

It wasn’t until the sirens of the fire trucks snapped her out of her stupor that she finally looked up. It was the house that the little girl, Samantha if she recalled correctly, lived in with her parents. She overheard the bystanders saying something that the house just suddenly caught on fire. The weird thing about it was that no one was seen going in or coming out, meaning that the residents were still inside. Erys felt her heart break a little for the little girl still inside, so she left the scene. Instead of heading home, she decided to go for another walk to clear her mind. The sense of being followed again had crawled up her spine and sent the hairs on the back of her neck on end. She could feel something breathing down the back of her neck, like the sick hot breath of a stalker close to their prey.

She ignored the feeling until she grew closer to inside the city. With more people around, the feeling slowly faded. But the fact that it was still there bothered her. She could feel her temper rising with each step she took. It wasn’t until she finally had enough that she turned around, only to face empty air. She felt a slight slip of her guard, and that was all it took. Something had pushed her rather hard and she fell forward a few feet. She quickly caught herself and regained her composure and turned to see what it was that had pushed her. It was a large, reptilian like creature that was obviously not your average pet. It snarled at her, ready for another attack in which Erys felt a familiar feeling inside of her. The beast charged her, claws outstretched and ready to penetrate her skin. Erys felt her body evade the attack and did a back flip, kicking the creature in its jaw. It let an angry roar escape its throat before it twisted and struck out at her again. She felt its claws rip at her shirt before she caught its arm and twisted it over her shoulder. Evading was becoming difficult as she felt herself tiring.

Dancing with a thing wasn’t exactly supposed to last longer than it should have, so instead of seeing the fight through, she ran. The hexon demon followed suite, and as Erys evaded others on the street, she could feel it lunging for her with its poisoned claws. She turned a corner and felt herself grab the person she almost collided with and twisted both their bodies to avoid the demon that had been following her. She turned to face the male she almost ran into and the first thing she noticed was the startling green eyes he owned. Before she could take in much more, the demon roared and shook off the debris coating its body. She cursed beneath her breath. The demon thing was obviously after her, but who was to say it wouldn’t attack this boy if he got in the way? Instead of running, she charged the demon and felt a familiar surge through her being. She couldn’t recall what exactly happened next as she felt herself black out for a second. Her whole right arm was sticking out of the demons chest, heart in hand as the black ooze dripped from it. She was holding its poisoned hand in her left arm, inches away from her face as it became to crystallize and turn to dust. She placed her shoulders back and sighed.

“Sorry about that,” she stated, turning to see the boy behind her and noticed two others. The woman had blonde hair and seemed to be attending to the black haired boy. Something about the two seemed familiar. An air of familiarity also surrounded the boy she almost ran into. This was turning out to be an interesting day now wasn’t it?

“Actually, none of this is my own. I am not wounded in the sligh-“ She cut himself off as a strange expression flowed over his face. Any arrogance that had seemed to be in his tone faded. It was as though he saw something… What Lillianna couldn’t tell. And what did he mean, not his own and not being wounded? Did he hurt someone else? What little colour Lillianna had faded from her face. And icy feeling washed over her. The girl felt a prickling sensation on her face. It was like when her feet would fall asleep.

“You're thoughts are getting worse, as is my headache. No, I am not crazy, and I don't appreciate being thought of as 'unhinged'. True, it may be that I really am no longer very human any more, but I am as sane as you are, Daemon. And no, there is a lot more buried deep within your subconscious, just as there is this woman's, whose name this time around is Lillianna Aretha Dauglas, if I correctly read her." At first, Lillianna had been confused by what this man was talking about. However, by the end she was shocked. How did he know her name? Who was he? Some kind of stalker?

"I'm going nuts. Lance always told me I was crazy but I actually think I've snapped. I didn't think rejection from a guy would just…knock me over the edge." The other man in the room spoke. From what the other man said, Lillianna was sure the brunette was Daemon. If he was crazy, then Lillianna was in a mental institute for imagining all this stuff… But she was sure this was real… It felt real.

"You are the new Water Reaper. This night just got simpler. I only have three left to find." What did he mean? “Water reaper?” “Three left behind?” This was like a book… It was like when the protagonist finds out that she’s special and has some kind of importance that was dire to the whole world. This, however, was the real world. Things like that didn’t really happen, did they?

But why did all this seem so familiar somehow? Why did “Water Reaper” actually seem click within Lillianna? She didn’t know. Lillianna took a few steps back.

"I know you both are confused, and I know none of this makes any sort of sense. But it will get easier. You'll remember me soon enough, along with the others, and who you are. Or rather, what you are. Now, will you come with me, or am I going to have to simply follow you until you remember?" Did that mean he really was some kind of stalker?

Daemon stood and began to walk away after pinching both of his cheeks. Lillianna was in too much shock to move. She tilted her head to the side and her mind buzzed with questions. What was a water reaper? How did thisred-eyed man know any of this? Was this a dream? When did the dream begin? Lillianna didn’t remember falling asleep… For now, she would just follow the dream where it lead her. If this was a dream, what would it hurt. If it wasn’t… Lillianna would find out soon anyway.

Recovering a little from shock, Lillianna regained her ability to speak... As much as she could around new people. "W-w-what does this m-m-m-m-mean? W-w-w-w-water r-r-reaper? H-h-h-how do y-y-you k-know m-m-my n-n-n-name?" She stuttered.

“Sorry about that” Lillianna heard. She turned her head to see a strawberry blonde looking at her and the red-eyed man. Lillianna saw that her hand was injured.

“A-a-a-are y-y-y-you o-o-okay?” Lillianna asked in a hushed voice. From where she was, she couldn’t see how bad the wound was. On top of that, she was no doctor. She couldn’t really tell how bad wounds were… She had to ask. The only way she really knew how to tell how bad wounds were was is a wound was deep, it’d gush. If there was a possible spinal injury, call 911 and don’t move the person. Let the paramedics handle it… And that was about the extent of her medical knowledge.

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And yet someelse joined their little party as Daemon began to wander off, only to nearly be run over by a female with pink hair. Morgan didn't even have to look at her to recognize her. It was the Earth Reaper. Which left only Light and Darkness. Exasperated, he sighed. What a night. Thoughts were flying every direction, and he was losing track of who was thinking what. Finally, he twirled his scythe once, and then swung it downwards, the blade sinking into stone. A ring sounded out where metal had struck stone, causing the others to lapse into silence and stare at him. There was a flicker of fire in his eyes, but other than that, his expression stayed flat.

"Alright, that's enough. I can't think straight with all of you in one place like this. So..." He stood up straight and closed his eyes. Two copies of himself flickered into life on either sides of him. He turned to one of them, saying, "Find Light and Darkness, they're the only two left." The copy nodded once, and took off. He then turned to the second one. "Take these three back to the base. Explain all you can, but just make sure the get there. Xander is close. I have no doubt he wants to talk to me, so I'll stay here and meet up with you back at the base." He then closed his eyes for a second and relayed the information to his copy with the Fire Reaper. He turned to the others, who al showed stages of shock and disbeleife, nodded once, grabbed his scythe, and walked across the street. Xander would be able to find him. The demon always could.
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"Explain it." The copy smiled slightly again. "Hm, where to begin. Well.....We don't actually know where we came from. For as long as the Reapers remember, we've just been. There are seven Reapers total, one for each element. Air, Water, Earth, Light, Darkness, myself, which is Void, and then there is you. Fire. We each have complete control over our element. They are called the Soul Elements, and in order fro them to become Reapers, they must inhabit a human host body. You have been chosen by the Soul Element of Fire. The Reapers are the only defense for humanity against the creatures we call Demons. Not in the Christian sense, as you'll soon find out, that God does not exist. There are only humanity, the Reapers, and the Demons. No more, no less. The more time you spend near me, the more memories you'll recover, and you'll come to understand exactly what has happened. You'll remember who you were in past lives, who I was, though for me, I've inhabited the same body, this 'Morgan' for one hundred and fifty five years now. As I said, the more you remember, the more it will make sense. Now, the Water, Air, and Earth Reapers are being led back to teh base. Will you join them?"

He waited for her answer. He was hoping she would come. He didn't want to have to do anything drastic, but then again....what she'd once done to him to make him believe...

On the real Void Reaper, his scar itched.

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After The true Morgan left the four of them, the copy turned to Daemon, Erys, and Lillianna. "I'm sorry, but I'll have to insist that the three of you come with me. I can explain any questions you may have, but it is going to be getting dangerous, we really should be getting off the streets." He glanced sideways back down the alley, where a Hexon had once been, traces of dust still lingering on the ground. "Unless of course you fancy getting ripped apart by Demons. So....shall we?"

The crimson eyed man seemed either frustrated or exasperated… Maybe both. Lillianna couldn’t tell. His expression barely flickered, so it was hard to decipher. She staired back quizzically.

"Alright, that's enough. I can't think straight with all of you in one place like this. So..." He stood and closed his eyes. Suddenly, there were three of him… It was as though something were wrong with Lillianna’s vision. Did he drug her somehoe? How did he drug her? Was his plan to kidnap everyone?

"Find Light and Darkness, they're the only two left." He ordered on of his extra’s. But… People do not order triple visions around, because they didn’t see what other people saw. Did he somehow know what Lillianna was seeing?

His double nodded and left before the one Lillianna viewed as real spoke to the next one. "Take these three back to the base. Explain all you can, but just make sure the get there. Xander is close. I have no doubt he wants to talk to me, so I'll stay here and meet up with you back at the base." Base? What kind of base? He really was trying to kidnap them, wasn’t he?

Lillianna was oddly calm for this kind of situation. Partially, because she thought it was a dream. The other was that as nervous of a person as the girl was, she was also pretty calm. “A-a-are y-y-you t-t-t-trying to k-kidnap us or s-s-s-s-something? D-d-d-did y-you drug us o-o-or something?” She stuttered as usual, but her voice was as steady as it always was when talking to new people. She was more nervous about the strangers than the possibility of being drugged or kidnaped. All the same, she really hoped she was not drugged and about to be kidnapped. Hopefully it was all a dream.

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One-second he was walking away, ready to forget all the ridiculous incidents of the day and the next he was, for lack of better words, flying through the air. Ok, flying may have been an exaggeration but that's what it had felt like in the moment; arms went around him and his feet were off the ground.

His eyes widened at the sight of this woman moving him along. For some reason her touch felt familiar, it reminded him of what it felt like when Lance had held him when he was much younger. Daemon was only slightly taller than the woman, but it was obvious with her moving him that she was clearly the stronger of the two.

A feral roar brought his attention away from the strawberry-blonde woman. It was another one of those creatures from before, the one he had seen the black haired guy kill, though this one appeared bigger than the last. Daemon was surprised once more as the woman, instead of running away from the beast, actually charged it. Another battle ensued, the creatures crystalized, and the woman was left standing as the victor.

"Sorry about that." Daemon heard he say as she observed the people in the alleyway that he had left behind. His head was hurting him, strange thoughts and pictures flittered through his mind. The teen found himself seeing memories through the eyes of both men and women; it felt like him but it wasn't. Seeing the two battles, the latter one especially, made him feel a sense of deja vu as though he's seen and been through many of them himself.

One of his hands shot out and gripped Earth Reaper's arm, the other pressing against his forehead. It gave him some comfort of everything going on to know there was some 'Lance-like' near him. He wasn't really paying attention to what was happening with the others, his mind too scrambled to really comprehend much of anything new.

Erys heard the blonde haired girl speak to her, still holding some of the black ooze in her hands. She glanced down and flicked the rest of it off and before she could utter a word, she heard the black haired male speak. He was speaking of something about following him, but Erys couldn’t understand. Her mind was busy on the brunette whose hand shot out and gripped her own. She jerked it slightly at the warm touch but soon relaxed. She noticed the boy’s expression turn to a pained one as he gripped his head with the other hand.

“Hey, are you okay?” she asked, trying to get his attention off of whatever seemed to cause his pain. She was about to shake the boy out of his stupor when the black haired boy mentioned something about being ripped apart by demons. At this, she quirked an eyebrow and tilted her head in a confusing manner. Demons, was that the thing she punched a hole through? It would explain a lot but that didn’t make sense. Demons didn’t exist…at least not to her they didn’t. She opened her mouth to say something, but felt a loss for words. So she stood with mouth closing and opening as a fish would.

“Hold on a second. What are you talking about, Demons? What exactly is going on?” she found herself asking. Usually in a situation like this she would have laughed and walked home. But she couldn’t deny the familiar feeling flittering around in her stomach like a bunch of butterflies that wouldn’t stop dancing. Plus she didn't want to follow some complete stranger (regardless of that little voice in the back of her head) somewhere where they could just kidnap her or something. Then again she was less skeptical about something like that after fending off that lizard thing.