Demons in the Dark

Sellictor looked at the direction of the blast just as it struck its target, launching the man through a wall. Almost immediately, in retaliation, several men charged at both the demon spawn and the cloaked woman. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Sellictor raised his hand. "Fierlos Treaybonthus!" However, instead of a blast of fire, only a few embers emerged. With the holy water still in his system and the presence of a sacred location, the sorcerer's powers were greatly diminished. To say it was an inconvenience would be an understatement. This is probably one of the worst places he could lose his magic.

As one of the men swung their blade at him, Sel was able to jump back, narrowly avoiding getting struck. As the sword passed him, he was able to see a slight glint of the metal. Silver. That only confirmed his suspicions. These were skilled warriors that knew what they were doing. Another swing came back at him. Reaching down to his waist, the nephalim drew a large hunting knife. Not his favorite tool to use for combat, for now, it would have to work. Having it held in place just in the nick of time, the two blades clashed together, the strike was strong enough to almost cause Nervain to lose his grip. "Fierlos!" The edge of the large knife ignited in flames. While not as hot as he'd like, it was enough to make it a lot more dangerous.

With the silver sword being swung at him a third time, he barely had time to react, flipping the dagger around, the half-demon used it to deflect the blow once more, this time, using the longer weapon as a guide rail, he swung down, cutting the man's hand before, in the same motion, swing behind and plunging the metal deep into the man's neck, killing him instantly. Turning to glare at the woman, he let out a sneer. "I don't recall asking the circus to send one of their roadies."

There was something lingering in his mind, however. What she chanted when she fired the blast. While it's difficult to sense it due to his current situation, but, is it possible that she used magic? Shaking his head, he dismissed the idea. The nephalim studied all types of magic, even those he personally couldn't use. He's never heard of a magic like that, especially one that requires that particular chant.

Turning his back to the girl, he started walking towards the "chapel". "Get out of here, twerp. I have a little witch I need to rescue and I don't need your dumbass getting in the way. I work alone when it comes to sh*t like this."
Raven

Wiping the dagger on his pants, he transferred the blood from the weapon to his clothing before sheathing it. Glaring at the woman, there was something there. He could sense it, it was faint, but still noticeable. Was it possible though? He has never seen a type of magic like that. And he could've sworn that only a handful of his kind remained, apart from Megan. But, he couldn't mistake what he was feeling. The dark aura of a twisted and tortured past. The pained spirit that knew the reality in the shadows. A soul similar to his: a demon soul.

Looking her over once more, Sellictor gave out an exaggerated sigh. Was it really worth telling her? What were her intentions? So many questions swirled in his mind due to this unforeseen variable and it was pissing him off. Against his better judgement, the man spoke of his mission. "Her name is Casey Rosedea. She's a twelve year old with. Dark hair, freckles, yellow eyes, and a missing canine tooth. Yes, I have a picture of her, but I'm not about to flaunt it around, especially not to someone that just barely got out of diapers and thinks that since she knows a few spells, she's automatically a super hero."

This woman was right about something though... the longer they sat there B*tching, the lower the chances of him being able to save the girl. Reaching down, he went to grab a scrap of paper off the man he just killed. The instant he touched it, however, he jumped back, waving his hand a bit. A bit of smoke whisked off the tips of his appendage. For a group that went after a young witch, they sure did seem to take additional steps to prep for a demon. While tracking her will now be a bit more difficult, there was still a trick up the nephalim's sleeve.

Standing up straight, he took in a deep breath and, in a commanding voice, yelled out, "Shadow! To me!" That instant, an eerie fog blanketed the area, obscuring vision, making it nearly impossible to see a few inches in front. A blood curdling howl echoed from the mist. Two blood red eyes appeared and, just as quickly as it appeared, the blanket lifted away, revealing a large, pitch-black dire wolf. Pulling out the picture, it revealed a young girl, happily standing next to her mother. They looked to be standing in front of Disney Land, posing for the photo. "Shadow," the demon stated in the same, forceful tone, "Track." Looking at the ground, the familiar sniffed, searching for a lead. Looking back up, he pointed towards the old chapel. With his pet leading the way, Sellictor drew his dagger once more, it was too calm, especially with that fight. There had to be more, somewhere. But, with the effects of the trap and holy water still interfering with his magic, the demonic magician was all but forced to go in blind and one arm tied.

"Listen, pipsqueak. I'm here for the girl and the girl only. If you get in trouble, I don't give a rat's ass what happens, got it?"

Raven

Something was off, it was gradually becoming harder and harder for the demon to sense the magical auras around him. Based on the events of the previous fights, he didn't have reason to believe there were any mages that specialized in mass concealment. So, that would leave two other possibilities. Either they were using seals or.... Halting the thoughts running through his mind, Sellictor held up his palm. "Fierlos" A small flame sat atop his hand before he closed it, extinguishing the fire. Letting out a small growl, he shook his head. "Damn bastards pulled one over on me. Wasn't just holy water they hit me with. Possibly a silver compound as well. Magic power isn't nearly as strong as it should be. Have to wait for it to run its course." He was so used to working alone, the sorcerer didn't realize he muttered that out loud until the pitch black wolf looked over at him.
"Shall I contact Lady Nervain for you, my Lord?"
"I'm fine, Shadow, keep pushing forward.... I promised Miss Rosedea I'd bring her child back alive. Once a Nervain gives their word, they're bound to it."
"As you wish, Lord Nervain."

Reaching the location, he listened close to a few chants of the men. Holding out his hand, Sellictor signaled to stop to the others. "Boost enchantments.... They're using dark magic to increase someone's physical capabilities... but with those spells...." His eyes went wide before attempting to tackle Raven out of the way. A large boulder was thrown at them, crashing into the ground, carving a small crater in its wake. The man that threw it stepped into the clearing. His bones appeared to have broken and reformed multiple times, skin was stretched and torn in certain places and the whites of his eyes were a deep shade of red. Blood leaked from his nose and eyes as the magical enhancements were pushing his body far beyond it's standard limits.

"Fierlos Treaybonthus!" Launching a fireball at the man, it exploded on impacted, searing some of his flesh, but doing little in terms of slowing him down. "My flames can't get hot enough to incinerate him with a single blast. Dammit! Well, Gothic Gown, you might be useful after all...."
Raven

Gritting his teeth, the half-demon let out a snarl before slamming his fist into the ground. This was definitely the work of the dragon soldiers. Only they would be reckless and heartless enough to throw away life in the sole purpose of subduing an opponent. His breath became extreme hot as the other half of him scratched and clawed at his mind, demanding to be set free and to wreak havoc on the world, wanting to kill anything and everything. Closing his eyes and focusing, Sellictor refused to let Nightmare come out to play. While it would be a quick and easy way to dispatch of his enemies, it would only lead to an even further bloodbath. Once the demon inside awakens, nobody is safe. Friends, enemies, it doesn't matter, all would be potential targets.

Opening his eyes, the man tried to regain his composure before standing up. Glancing over at the woman, she appeared to be able to handle the beast on her own, leaving him with the others. Easiest way to get rid of the mages would be to kill them all. Biggest issue concerning that, however, is his waning strength. Not knowing how long the effects will last, the demonic magician found it better to conserve as much of his power for now. Looking down at his familiar, the animal was snarling, back hunched and fangs bared. The black dog was ready to fight.

"Shadow. True Form" The instant the words left his master's mouth, the pitch black dire wolf howled at the sky. His body began to grow to two stories tall. Wings burst through his back and his head and tail took the shape of a dragon's. The transformation was met with multiple blasts of magic from the wizards, all attempting to kill the monster before them. Taking in a deep breath, the demonic animal released a breath of black fire, slamming into the men, causing them to let out screams of agony as their bodies were roasted alive. Not even their souls were able to escape the blaze, all being burned from the realms of existence.

With the blast finished, the wolf returned to its original form, standing next to the man once more. "Now that the welcome party is dealt with.... we need to go rescue the kid...." Attempting to take a step forward, Sellictor dropped to his knee, breathing heavily.

"Lord Nervain-"
"I'm fine, just not used to being this low on magic.... These dumbfucks are getting smarter every time...." Taking a few moments to rest, the man forced himself back to his feet before continuing on towards the old building. Each step was becoming more of a struggle as the holy place pushed harder and harder against the demon inside the trespasser. "Listen, shortstack, it's painfully obvious by now, but I'm out of my element here. I despise asking others for help. So I'm not asking you. You want to leave, go ahead, but I'm still going to continue my mission. I gave the hag my word and I don't go back on my promises."

Finally reaching the doors, the nephalim raised a foot, preparing to kick it in. "Gravitus Forssol" Driving his heel into the heavy, wooden barrier, the kick, coupled with the gravity alteration, blasted them clean off their hinges, sending large chunks and splinters careening into a small army waiting on the inside. While the initial strike did take out several of the warriors, a small phalanx still remained.

"Son of Alastor, I can't say I'm surprised to see that you made it past the front lines, but, unfortunately, this is where things end for both you and your follower."

"Congratulations, you know my father, as a prize, I'll burn your ass until not even ashes remain"

Raven