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Banshi rested her other hand on top of his, letting her trench coat slip off the bench onto the floor. "It is. And Michael, there is a reason I have these scars... I bear them with pride, because I didnt get them because I was about to let anyone take my life away from me." Banshi reached down, grabbing her trench coat and putting it on. Standing up, she looked around at the club and the people there, seeing Mercy was still safe where they had left her. "Michael... Do you want to continue this conversation between the two of us at the cathedrial?" She knew he wanted to, and she decided to let it be his choice... There were more things they needed to talk about, personal, buisness, and planning for Mercy's future... Because Banshi would rather be damned than to have Mercy unprepared and unprotected.

Banshi walked over to Mercy, and said, "Mercy, me and Michael will be at the cathedrial if for any reason you need or want us. I would like you to go to Hawk and tell him I have requested he handle your training session for tonight. I promise you will get to speak more with Michael in the near future, however, for now, we need to take care of this first. Be careful, as always, alright?" With that, Banshi gave her a quick hug, payed and tipped the bartender, then headed out the door after Michael.

Slowly the sound of a heartbeat filled Quin's ears.. the pulse frantic and laboring. blinking slowly the person in his grasp came into focus, the bartender held against the wall by Quin's hand on his throat.. crushing, so close to crushing.. shaking his head slightly he let the man drop, snatching his hand away as if burned before looking around. the place was trashed.. bodies and broken furniture scattered around the club. he could only feel two living.. the bartender unconscious on the floor, and a waitress hiding behind the torn up Booth in the back. what had happened..? he remembered.. the image of Dayan came back and he flinched, the need to kill riding him again. Dayan was dead.. he had come here, someone had touched him.. and he had snapped. stumbling back he fairly fell against the bar, baring his fanged canines as he fought off the urge to finish the two survivors. why should they live..? Dayan was innocent, yet he died.. what right did they have to life, when Dayan himself didnt?

The man scampered to obey, the young woman behind the bar giving a fearful cry at Gaap's words.

Quin struggled to focus, his calm control slowly takeing the bloodlusts place. As the scent of blood and flesh faded he took a seat, rubbing his temple. this was.. right, somehow. this rage, and strength feeling like a basic part of him. he had felt this before.. a long time ago. " The binding has faded.. has it not?" he asked Gaap, studying his drink as he swirled it absently. he knew Gaap was demon.. knew he was a demon lord, just like himself. the wolves had bound Quin's power when he was just a boy, he found it.. odd.. that it was free again.

" Then why allow them to live." He mused, disturbed to find that really was his view on the matter. humans.. vampires.. there was nothing, no emotional bond. lycans he felt kinship with, if only for his rule of animals. oddly amused at these ramblings to himself he glanced at Gaap.. his eyes shifting until the white areas were black, and his irises lupin yellow. " In return for assistance yourself?"

Standing slowly he watched the girl try to crawl away, closing his eyes as he breathed slowly. at last he gave Gaap a curt nod, rounding the bar and lifting the girl by the nape of her neck. before she had time to struggle he twitched his fingers.. snaping her neck and giving her a painless death. " I will join with you, when the throne is mine the East and the South shall be brother-kingdoms." but first.. his gaze traveled to the bar tender, the man paleing. best to not leave a witness.

With a last, almost promising smirk at the man he turned away.. fallowing Gaap into the portal without a second glance. let him live in fear the rest of his life.. worried that every little noise was a demon comeing for him, if not for Gaap's wisdom.. Quin would have tore the man to shreds.