Wrong place at the right time

It wasn't news for lesser demon clans to take over establishments or even small towns. To the point where many of its inhabitants had decided to move, not feeling safe living there anymore. And given enough time the clan would become a greater problem, more powerful as more demons inevitably would join. It was something he’d seen happen many times. And he couldn't allow that to happen, not when he had a chance to target them while they still were weak. And preferably destroy the clan altogether. Gaia was already under a lot of pressure due to the increasing demonic population, so the sooner he could shut this group down, the better.

The streets were noticeably deserted, yet he felt constantly watched from the windows of the buildings. However, he tried not to look towards them, wanting to appear as if he belonged there. It was hardly the smartest idea to go undercover or straight into enemy territory without taking some precaution, so he had. Earlier that day he’d gotten a fairy to put him under a glamour. Making his appearance change to that of a man with a darker complexion and hair color. His eye shape had changed slightly, and his lips were thinner, but apart from that, his facial structure was much the same. And more importantly, he’d made sure his scent would be that of a demon. He figured it was smartest considering his intentions. And although his aura wasn't completely hidden, he thought that they might as well suspect another angel to be visiting the town. As he reached a crossroad, he turned his head both ways, trying to determine where the building he searched for was. And once he spotted the red-brick house that his target lived in, he approached it. He sensed that there only was one individual inside, so he teleported into her room. At first, intending to get information out of her, but it wasn't easily granted. She injured his underarm with some shadow ability before he got a hold of her. And once he'd retrieved satisfactory information about the clan, he'd killed her with the knife he'd brought along.

He slowly stepped out of the house, as if he'd just visited an old friend. The knife secured in the back of his pants, hidden under his black shirt. But the damage to his arm wasn't healing, and angel blood slowly dripped down his arm. He held a hand above the wound as he walked down the street, thinking it'd surely heal by itself, but when it still didn't, he decided to head inside a bar. He didn't pay any of the guests much attention as his gaze solely looked for the sign to the restroom. Besides, this place was crowded enough to not take too much notice of him, he hoped. He pushed the door open to the restroom, looking at himself in the mirror before his gaze lowered to his arm where black liquid appeared from his wound. So he ran it under the sink to try and rinse it, hoping that it would be enough to let his own healing kick in. Had other demons gotten a scent of him, they might just believe he was a demon who'd fought an angel, with him smelling like a demon with a trace of angel blood on him. At least, that's what he hoped. Not worrying so much about any hunters or angels thinking the same, and hence wanting to target him.

His hope was quickly shut down as multiple demons indeed noticed him, or rather the angel blood, and started to cheer him on. One of them quickly offered a seat and a drink at his table, but he’d just played along and responded as if he would come around to it later when in reality all he wanted was to get the hell out of the demon-infested bar. He'd smiled the whole time to appear friendly and on their side, but as soon as the door to the restroom closed behind him, that appearance was all gone.

He didn't get much time to himself before someone else entered the men’s restroom. And locked the door. He looked up from the wound to the mirror. Alarmed by the act of someone wanting to keep him locked inside. However, his expression quickly softened as he realized that the person who’d followed him was a female human. He glanced to his wound at her comment, trying to cover it up with his hand. “Yeah,” he chuckled lightly as he turned to face her. It was indeed nasty. Afflicted by a darkness that couldn’t easily be rid of by water. “Just needs a little cleaning is all,” he said, thinking concern was part of her intention coming in here. He locked eyes with her again, not exactly sure what a young human would be doing in a place like this if it wasn’t because of an attraction to its darkness. A smile appeared on his lips at her comment about his so-called fans in the bar. Oh, if only she knew. The following compliment only confirmed his prior appraisal of her, but just as he was about to dismiss her advances, thinking he knew exactly what she wanted from him, he felt how his arm froze around the wound. His face hardened again, and he took a step back from her. He figured she’d decided to attack him based on what everyone thought. That he was a demon who’d murdered an angel. But if that was the case, they should be able to resolve this quickly. “No, this—” He stopped briefly as water flowed from the sink to circle around him. The boiling temperature of it slowly fogging up the mirror. It would work great as a trap for someone who couldn’t counter it, and by the ease of her control, he had no doubts about her having used it against others in the past. “I’m sure this is nothing but a misunderstanding.” He watched the water for a moment before he looked back at her. “I’m not your enemy.” If anything, angels were a human’s greatest ally. However, he also realized that he appeared the opposite and that she might not trust his word alone. But until he got some sort of explanation or hint as to why she’d attacked him, he wasn’t going to prove anything, nor was he going to destroy her trap as long as it stayed harmless. At least, he figured it was best if she didn't view him as more of a threat.