When the pair began to walk together it was becoming gradually more apparent how bad the wound was. Each step was starting feeling more and more heavy, his abilities to observe his surroundings or take in what was actually happening dimming with each passing moment. He knew this would be an area of his life where he would be sure to only remember segments of what actually happened and the rest would be forgotten in his cursed eternity. With each person that bumped into them and shoved pass Akira had to focus his entire energy just to clamping his hand over his bleeding wound, little could he tell that his hand was soon covered in his own blood, as a trail was left down the path they walked to the smithy. He was on the forge of losing conciousness when the smithy spoke and snapped him back into reality, giving him a small amount of motivation to hang on just a little longer. It wasn't until a couple of moments after the pair had left that the blacksmith had realised Allura had lied to him. Blood now pooled on the smithies floor from where the pair had stood waiting for their weapons.

The wake up call from the smithy did not last long, as Allura struggled to make her way through the crowd, Akira struggled to find the energy to do even the simplest task. His feet began to drag as he struggled to keep pace, despite their movement wasn't that fast to take each step was requiring to much energy and Akira found himself making an actual step for every 10 or so that Allura was making for him. 'Hang in there... she isn't going to let you die mortal' the demons thoughts passed through Akira's mind, though like any voice that spoke, it was deaf to Akira now. His mind completely blacked out as it lost the ability to comprehend and process the situation, as his condition began to spiral on a rapid decline. By the time they drew near to the old woman's house his feet was just limply dragging across the stone floor, his body had given all it could, and without the support of the demon, he had only the will and ability of any mortal being. 

As he was hauled inside the house his borderline un-concious body slumped down onto the bed, with Allura's assistance, had he been required to do anything for himself Akira would have merely collapsed onto the floor. There was a moment of clarity however, as though time itself had frozen and everything that had recently happened was now void. The peace that Akira had long craved, he would soon discover it. Although he would meet his demise as a demon, he would welcome it nonetheless. 

Within his mind it was though himself and Volkran had materialised on a field. Although something felt off, as though what he was experiencing wasn't within his body at all, Akira looks over to Volkran, the demon stood completely still as if a statue. A voice begins to speak to Akira it's origin, a complete mystery, nor was it a voice that he had heard before. 'You failed to release yourself Akira. Well then it seems their mission is done. To think that you would be fell by another mortal, it wasn't what was foreseen. However....'
'Get out!' Another voice calls, this one seeming more familiar, as though was Akira's, but not Akira's at the same time. Another image of a person begins to materialise before Akira although its image was blurred and could not be made out. 'I will have my freedom and you will... not... stop...me!' The voice seemed more infuriated with each word. The light that had once illuminated the field began to vanish as the first voice called out in anger only drowning away from existence along with the light. The new figure walked over to Akira, and although he couldn't make it out, it felt as though it was looking him the eyes 'you will play your part little Pawn! I will be free!' it speaks before vanishing within the darkness.

All this had happened during Allura's spell process. Once it had ended Akira's conciousness began to slowly crawl back in existence. Akira's eyes weakly open looking upon Allura, but before he could pass on any words of gracefulness, his mouth slowly opens as a soft cry of pain escapes him. The cry escalated becoming louder as it transcended to the demon roaring in agony of the holy water that had just bathed against Akira's skin. His back arches elevating his mid-body from the bed slightly as the roar continues for several seconds. Upon its ending his body drops back against the bed once more, his eyes closing again. When they open once more Akira lifts his arm and strokes Allura's shoulder, though there was something that didn't seem right about the situation, it wouldn't take Allura long to notice, but what was wrong wasn't on a demon level as a warm smile crosses Akira's face and he sits up as though his injury never happened. "Sister." Akira's voice speaks with a soft echo to it, it wasn't normal, nor was it sinister. I fact it seemed to carry a rather calming tone with it. "Sister, it's good to see you are well. Your powers have been used rather frequently recently in close proximity to the demons. We've been worried that the two of you may have fought." Like Allura, this angel 'borrowing' Akira's body could not identify him instantly as their target. "Though, you remember our mission correct? I understand you feel compassionately about helping these mortals but this will only slow us down in our mission."

This was not an ideal situation to be occurring the old woman knew nothing about why Allura was here and this angel was just blurting out every detail. Not only that but unless the angel left voluntarily the only way to get it to leave would be for Volkran to try and force it out. A stalemate of sorts for the demon to act it would have to take down the barrier it was currently holding to block the angel from traversing Akira's thoughts and memories. "I hate to tell you this sister, but the master feels you are lying to him. We have all felt your powers in close proximity to the demons, on more then one occasion, it is hard for him to believe that you still haven't found him. Unless... Allura do you seek to bring the demon in alive? I hear this... Akira was it?" Akira's line of sight quickly shifts to the old woman's as she's surprised by the mention of Akira's name. "These mortals display the strangest of emotions... besides I hear he would be too proud to allow such a thing to happen." It seemed this angel was intel gathering and wasn't looking to leave any time soon. Volkran weakened the barrier enough non vital thoughts be accessible to the angel so that he could conserve his strength, it would seem that force, might soon be their only option.