Spitting out a mouth full of blood and a loose molar that had been bouncing around the inside of his mouth, the male angel slumped uselessly onto the black marble floor. Coughing hard against the increasing crimson liquid now consuming the inside of his mouth, he choked several times causing speckles of blood to splatter against the tile. Alastor Petroves' fist coiled tighter around the now soiled hunter green shirt adored on the angels human vessel. Each knuckle along the demons fist turned a stark white as the tension increased. The angels face, which was once an average, middle-aged man, was now marked in a plethora of abrasions that we're starting to turn various hues of angry blues, purples, and greens. The swelling had set in an hour ago, almost entirely engulfing a singular hazel eye as it rolled around in the back of his head from the repeated beating.

On an ordinary day, Alastor wouldn't have changed getting blood on his crisp white dress sure, and Italian made Kiton navy blue suit, but today his goal was above the vain and materialistic possessions dawned in his body. Although he had disregarded his thoughts on his pristine appearance, he still attempted to salvage as much of the suit as possible by removing his jacket and casually rolling up his sleeves to his elbows. Even which such care for the material, the interrogation had proved to be a messy one and is efforts were in vain. A deep furrow worked it's way between his dark brows making the icy which resided behind his eyes that much more cutting as they burrowed into the side of the angels' face. He pulled his fist back once again to prepare for another assault. The demon's muscles tightly laced along his arm, rolled under his shirt as he flexed to realign the weight. Just as he was about to swing, the angel's hand shot up as he gargled out a singular blood.laced word.

"Stop!"

"Are we done playing games, Dixon?" Alastor scathed through tight lips. "I was just starting to enjoy myself."

"Yes," It was a low but audible enough to make a cruel smile tug at the demon's dark stubble dusted cheek. "—Just please don't hurt this humans' vessel anymore." The angel's one unscathed eye locked onto him as it moved with begging reprieve. The makes statement made repulsion roll through the pit of The demons stomach and a muscle in his jaw tick with growing impatience.

While Alastor had picked his human vessel for vanity reasons, the angel had picked his based upon the humans' faith in God. Even the demon who was consumed by darkness could feel the light of the vessels soul pulsating against the skin of his borrowed body.

Always so concerned for the good and the holy—He mentally seethed as he looked upon the unattractive meat bag hiding an angel inside.

Where was your concern for the good and holy when your father destroyed my family? The thought had his fist quaking with a hatred that was born long before his original death.

"Self-sacrificing, are we now? Would they do that for you, angel?" Each word was wrapped a bitterness towards both humans and angels. The question warranted no answer, and he didn't wait for one. Instead, he dragged Dixon's body from the floor to give it another assertive shake. "Where is it?" The demon hissed as his mouth pulled back into a teeth exposing snarl.

Those bloodstained, swollen lips moved into a knowing smile as the angel remained silent to prolong the torture to the irrate darkness looming over him. "The Vatican" It was such an obvious answer but one that made Alastor's teeth mash together painfully.

"Fuck." The demo's eyes rolled as he shook his head exasperated, another tick along his jaw happened. As if it were even possible, more darkness pooled off the body of his vessel. It grew yo epic proportions as it branched out around the desolate office, skimming the well-kept black sleek furniture and empty walls. Bringing his free hand to his face, Alastor but down on his thumb. The action allowed for blood to bead up along the wound that had been punctured by his canine. Pressing his thumb against the sweat dewed forehead of Dixom, he let it slide with eas le as he began to draw an ancient Latin symbol.

"Wait, no, stop!" Fear slathered itself over the angel's wrecked features.

Alastor's hard angled face was deep set in fury as his lips parted to speak "Mittam te in lucem. Ad domum deorum."

Your father didn't listen to NY pleas, another driving thought brought out the demon now curling in his gut. His patience was spent as his muscles quivered with the last of his restraint.

It started as a small Hun until it's frequency reached a fever pitch. The windows began to shake viciously, and the smell of burnt meat permeated the air around then. Dixom writhed against the iron grip on his shirt as screams tore out from his raw throat. As the last swipe if the demons thumb ended the symbol now marking the angels vessel, light erupted in a pulsating wave through the room. Steam bellowed out of the unconscious humans' mouth from the forced expulsion of his angel co-inhabitor.

"You weren't specific enough, Dixom." The demon growled to the now grace-less room. All that remained was Alastor and the angels discarded human vessel. Releasing the fabric from his aching fingers, he dropped the dead weight body to the ground into a massive heap on the floor.

The door to his office was thrown open and in the doorway squeezed a beast if a man. "You okay boss?" Jamie wheezed from apparent exertion.

"Get rid of the human and bring the car around." The demon has already began to wipe his blood dotted hands on a towel he kept in his desk for such uses. Each breath between his tight lips was deep and controlled as he repressed the emotions seething beneath the surface.

A frown of concern married the larger hlon6de haired man's unshaven face. "Where are we going?"

Not sparing even the slightest of a glance at his right-hand man, Alastor just replied "The Vatican." Such a simple and easily said response, but it held a complexity that had Alastor on edge.

Jamie went to speak but was immediately silenced by the cold, angry blue eyes burning holes into from his boss. Silence fell over the room once more as the blonde gathered the man, leaving the demon to feaster over the task at hand.