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"I'll be fine" He said rubbing his throat. He sat up and looked at everyone. "how's everyone else?"

Mark spoke up "I think everyone is fine but if that thing comes back we won't be."

"I hurt him with that bar... which means he's not invincible. But even with that knowledge it'll take more than we got to take him down..."

He stopped rubbing his throat, crossed his legs, put his hand on his hip and stroked his non-existant gotee inquizitivly.

"I'm thinking more physical attacks rather than guns..."

he remained sitting there in that position and closed his eyes.

"I'm tired."

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Anne nodded to Nathan's suggestion. She walked over to Joseph and knelt down by him.

"That is one demon I would not mind keeping away from. How are you doing?"

Joseph: "I'm okay" his voice was weak and weary.

Then Detroit walked in. Anne's smiled, glad to know that he was okay.
"Yes, it is us and the room is safe for now ... I don't think we will be able to go anywhere anytime soon. Not unless someone knows where a vehicle is. I bet two of us could stand watch while the other's rest for the while."

Nathan lay near Detroit and without moving or opening his eyes he spoke.

"Satan's focus has left us for the time being... You know, I heard from a historian that during the life of Christ, the world experianced peace pretty much all around. Satan focused all his power on the region Jesus was in that the rest of the world escaped his gaze. Right now, either this is the calm before an even greater storm or satan has his focus elsewhere"

He paused then opened his eyes.

"He's not a demon. That thing with the scarf isn't a demon. The thought had crossed my mind while I was dangling from my neck... it confused me... Demons aren't capable of harming us. God won't allow it... Remember the Werewolves? It was just a man who was possessed... I felt the evil leave him and go into the other one when the female one ran off. In the case of our scarfed friend, I don't think he's possessed... I think we all felt that empty, dark feeling when we saw it... I don't think it's alive... I think it was at one point in time, and during it's life it was already against Christ... Satan isn't controlling it, I don't think he can... but rather he is using it... we're dealing with something a little more serious than we thought..."

He wrinkled his forehead and closed his eyes again. He took a deep breath before speaking again.

"At least this is my theory... We can't do this with our own power... we're gonna need God more than ever on this one..."

Quiet filled the room and all that could be heard was Nathan's labored breathing.

What Nathan had said made sense. It just seemed a little funny to Detroit for some reason. He turned away and tried not to laugh.

"Why am I laughing?" he thought. "That's not funny at all! Maybe I'm just... stressed out."

He turned back to Nathan and Anne. "He gonna be allright?"

Mystic sat inside his safehouse, playing around with the woman who's body had been his vessel. The demon that had inhabited her was in control, and was the same type as him. In fact both him and his mate hade beenvery close before our decension, and share a deep spiritual connection, gloriously showered in blood and lust. These actions made his stronger, the muder around him, the rape and the pain, all made him so much stronger, and he reveled in it. However, it was time again to leave this place, and he took his mate along with him. Now it was bloodlust which he wished to fulfill.