Back with Ayana and Alastair...
Ayana started to go after Lucas, worried for Mifa as well. Alastair took her arm in a vice grip and led her back into the shop.
"What do you think you are doing? Unhand me!"
"Now, now little lady. You would be no use to him in this matter. Whenever devil's clash, there is nothing but blood." The man giggled while pulling the teen into the shop without much effort.
"What do you mean when devil's clash?" Ayana finally admitted defeat and sat on one of the coffins with a huff, straightening her clothing and pulling the icy coldness of rank around herself.
"The serial rapist that had been plaguing London for the last week or so, he's a curse spirit. One who feeds on a human's essence, not their soul. And he's in the wrong territory. Add to that he attacked that girl and well, it's going to be quite ugly." The mortician said.
"What do you know about Lucas that I don't?"
