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Isaac looked at the scar, his head tilted. "Yeah. Lars has...had, one just like it. He got it when one of the demons he and Lucas were destroying touched him. That, combined with being marked up with all those sigils, is what kept him inside the church. He couldn't leave holy ground at night, and only for a limited amount of time during the day. It's like a beacon to demons saying 'hey, come possess me'."

He paused. "But, there's ways to prevent that. Wearing holy water jewelry for one. Wouldn't have helped Lars with all the," He made a general motion to entire body. "But as long as you don't get carved up, a nice holy trinket should do."

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Isaac shrugged. "I sure hope so. He can sense demons, so I just kinda' assume he can sense where I'm at, too." He went into the office and paid for a room for the both of them. It wasn't a super fancy place to stay, but it was two beds, a bathroom, and fairly clean.

Isaac tossed his suitcase on one of the beds and sat down, running a hand down his face. The stress was getting to him. He could only assume that his best friend was dead by now, and his other friend was somewhere in limbo. He was exhausted, but he certainly wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight without some heavy sleeping meds.

"I've got a clean t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts if you want to clean up and change," He offered. "I expected to be in Florida for a while, so I packed a lot of extras."

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"It's...complicated. And don't ask him about it, either. He's really touchy about it." Isaac took a deep breath before explaining to the best of his abilities. "From what I've gathered, he was an angel at one point. He was an angel of song, or something to that effect. Then, when Lucifer did the whole 'creating hell' thing, he made the mistake of leaving heaven. He became, well, a demon. And not one of these little guys that these cultists are calling up, he was an archdemon.

But, he realized his mistake and tried to go back. It took hundreds of years of convincing the Big Guy to forgive his treason, and of course he was never fully re-instated. So that's why he's here: not an angel, not a demon, just something in between. His voice, his weapon, was taken from him. His sole purpose is to hunt other demons now with what powers he has left. So, yeah, he's been around a while. But he doesn't stay if he isn't needed, and he has a knack for getting himself killed. That's why he's assigned to a keeper each time he comes back. I imagine coming back every few hundred years and seeing how much the world has changed is a little jarring, you know? I was the lucky bastard picked this time."

Isaac sighed. "He'll be back. He's still very much needed. But I don't know how long it takes. Like I said, it's kind of a touchy subject with him. It's taken me years to pry this much information out of him."

He pulled up to a motel and stepped out of the car. "Well...this'll do for now, I guess."

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Isaac winced when he saw how bad she looked. He, too, appeared to have been crying. But he kept a stony face as he drove. "It's not your fault, and Lucas isn't dead." He said. "He can't die; he's immortal. His body can die, sure, but...he'll be back. The problem is we don't know how long it'll take. This hasn't happened while I've been his keeper."

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Isaac was silent for a long time. His breather shuddered quietly on the other side of the phone. Then, finally, "Where are you?" He asked. "I'll come get you."

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"Yeah, I figured that when I saw the blood covered car in my driveway!" Isaac said over the phone, "Evie, what the hell is going on?!"

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"I can't live my whole life inside that church," Lars said to her. "This was going to happen sooner or later. I've accepted that." He looked back at the cultists. The man in front was gleaming.

"Well, well. Someone's already done the work for us, I see," He seemed very pleased. "Very well. We let that girl go, and you come quietly. Wherever we tell you to."

"Deal," Lars said, his hesitation gone. "But I want to make sure you fulfill your part. I want to see her let go safely."

"Very well. Someone take these two up top."

The cultists came for them, grabbing their arms and leading them out of the room. Lars didn't struggle as they were taken back out into the station, and up several flights of stairs until the harsh light of day hit them. They were both shoved into the back of a van.

"When you get out, run. Call Isaac. Don't go back home, and don't go to his house. You two need to wait until Lucas comes back," He spoke in a quiet tone, so the driver couldn't hear him.

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Ticket number two to hell, front row seats >:D

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Lars snapped out of his shock when he heard the sound of people coming. He looked around for a way out, but found none. There wasn't even a decent place to hide. He pulled Evie away from the door and stood in front of her as it flew open, several people in dark cloaks filing in. One man pushed his way to the front. He looked at the body on the floor, his jaw set.

"Motherfucker," He growled, then his eyes went to the two intruders. "You two have made the biggest mistake of your lives coming here. Take them!"

"Wait!" Lars stepped towards them. "If you let her go, I'll come willingly."

The man scoffed. "And why the hell do we care if you are willing or not?"

Lars paused. He took a deep breath, then began to unbutton his long sleeved shirt. "Because then you can finished what you started." He tossed the shirt to the floor. His torso, and presumably the rest of him, was covered in the same, satanic symbols that had marred Damien. These, however, were healed and faded from decades of living in the sanctity of holy ground.

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Well, there's my ticket to hell :D