Aaron drew his dagger and nodded. "Tell us please!" He said. He pulled back the edge of his duster to show he had a few more weapons and then he lit a fireball in his hand. "Overkill?" Aaron then put out the fireball and closed his coat. He muttered something under his breath "This day is going so well!"

Kyle walked back through the kitchen, and saw the cook staring at the waitress. "You're dealing with demons now too?" the old woman asked her. "As if bedding a Selkie wasn't bad enough." "The demon's mine." Kyle said, "I used it to catch her. Now, can you come with me? I'm going to need to question you too." "Fine." the old woman said, then muttered, "Bloody mages and your spirits. This is why I got out." Kyle let it go, knowing that the others would want to question her about her involvement as well. When he walked into the sitting area the first thing he noticed were the two living cult members staring in horror at something on the floor. Then he got past the counter and saw the decapitated elf. "Damn," he said, "It might not be able to come back after that, new body or not. Too bad, I was hoping to bind it and make it talk." He then told them what the old woman said. "So what now?"

Jackson shook his head at Aaron's over enthusiasm. "That is beyond overkill man, I was asking him a question, you were threatening him and showing him almost everything you have to use against him. Very bad intimidation strategy." He looked over at Kyle as he walked in with the waitress, and listened to what he had to say. Well then, seems like they had a little bit of a situation here. "Sorry about the Selkie, didn't want to take any chances, but it was surprisingly weak. As for what we should do, I say we ask them why the hell they summoned a Selkie, why the girl decided to get it on with one, and how the hell they they did all of this. Also, let them know it's a very bad idea for them not to do so, or else. . ." With a flick of his wrist a bolt of Red energy struck one of the cult members. At once he began to scream, clawing at his face and clothes, causing him to bleed heavily with the force of his scrtaches. He got up and tried to run out the door, only to get knocked out by a hit by Jackson. "You'll end up like this sorry sucker. Don't worry, It won't leave any permenant damge. Probably. I can't make the same promise for all of you, though, so I think it would be in your best interest to talk."

"The fact that a half-breed is involved means we have to contact the Council. They may wish to take her into custody until it is born or they may want to abort it. Either way our mission is no longer just to gather information. They may have more half-breeds, and if they do they will be much tougher to defeat than the elf here." He pointed to the dead Selkie that was starting to dissolve, as spirit bodies sometimes do on death. "It will have its own power to draw on, not just that of a petty summoner." "Petty Summoner?" said the waitress, "I didn't summon him, you idiot, I found him, by the river. Someone had injured him and I nursed him back to health."

Aaron watched as the cultist suffered. He then muttered "Sorry. I can buy you something if you like." He pulled out his Visa Black card. "I'll just go." That's when he heard the comment on the selkie. " If it was found by the river, that means someone summoned then abandoned it, or its magic was always here, we are near a leyline." Aaron had finally made a sensible comment. "In fact my Hotel was built on a leyline." Aaron said. "May I go back to eating now?"

Jackson slowly turned his head to Aaron, wondering whether or not he should beat the crap out of this guy. "No, we are in the middle of something very serious, so you can't go back to eating. I accept your apology however, so please just try to think a little before you speak." With that taken care of, he looked towards the the waitress. "And you aren't in a position to be making insults. Now then, whether you found him or summoned him, doesn't matter since you currently bear his half selkie child. This means your coming with us to the council, they will decide the hell we do with you, and hen you may or may not return to your normal life. So, first things first, tell me your name so I don't have to keep referring to you as 'the woman' or 'the waitress'. Makes things a lot easier that way."

"Cassandra", She said. "And I won't let you hurt my child. I do have one trick up my sleeve. I've been in telepathic contact with my friends since you attacked me. They'll be here any second."

Jackson closed the distance between the him and Cassandra, making sure to bring his face right up to hers. He smiled, his glowing scarlet, his canines looking like fangs, and his voice suddenly sounding like it was coming from every direction at once. "Good, cause your selkie friend their was rather disappointing. Lets hope your new ones put up more of a fight." After his little performance, he went over to the entrance of the pub, a large smile face. His sword was out and he was twirling it in little circles in anticipation for the oncoming festivities.

Aaron bowed his head, said a quick prayer, and then asked "Is there anything you need me to do?" He asked. He dew his knife and lit his hand on fire again. "I can hold the back end of the Pub here. Oh and I'm gonna need to put someone in handcuffs and say they were a threat to US and British National Security, since the cops and possibly MI5 will be here soon."

Kyle drew out his cards and prepared to fight. "I'll hit them with everything I've got." he said. He waited for several seconds. "Maybe they're waiting to ambush us?" he said. "Tell us, Cassandra, where are they." She just sat there, barely moving, so he walked over to her. "Hey, I asked you a question." He moved to grab her arm but his hand passed through it. A second later, the forms of the two living Cultists and the old woman disappeared along with her own. "Illusions!" he said as he stood up. "The old woman must be a witch!"

Jihord He drew he sword before turning to kyle "Take a knee Paladin." He took a defensive stance, his sword swaying before his eyes "Remember what you've been trained to do."

Aaron suddenly was thrown against a wall. "Son of a!" he shouted as he got up out of a pile of broken table. "Wow, my head really hurts. I should probably go to the hospital." Aaron shook his head. "We can do that later. Right now I wanna kill the jerk who threw me against that wall!" He created a consecrated circle around him. "Let's see if they can cross this!" "Oh gods, You're being so idiotic! There's a guy to your left! Kick him, and let's get out of this dump. Sheesh, I've seen better decor in a highway reststop in Toledo!" a voice that wasn't the angel's. Aaron grabbed the invisible guy and Judo flipped him. "Guys, we need to get out of here, now!" he said.

"Something wrong?" asked Kyle. "You're acting weird. Almost like...." his voice trailed off as he realized that what was happening to Aaron seemed like the first stages of possession.

"Nothing is wrong. I just took a small hit to the head, and think I need to go to the hospital. I just think you should drop me off in the ER, it will only be for a few minutes, then we can be on our way." Aaron pointed to the Rolls parked outside. "That's my car. Now let's go before the cops come and start taking statements." Aaron straightened his Duster. "Good job, now let's get out of this dump." Anubis said. "Osiris, you humans are so frail. How the heck do you even walk?" "Alright, who are you, and what are you doing in my Ward?" The angel's Voice sounded. "I'm Anubis, Egyptian God of Embalming, you know, the guy with the Jackal head?" Great... Now Aaron had an angel and an Egyptian God in his head. It was like in cartoons when the guy had an angel and demon on his shoulders. This was slightly worse. Anubis laughed. "Alright guys, knock it off, I'm going to the hospital." Aaron thought out loud. Aaron Judo flipped the invisible guy again, and started walking to the door.