The moment the soft hands touched the book, he was aware of it all. The girl had started. The cracks on his prison began to grow ever so slightly as the time grew closer. Maybe this one would finally be enough to let him out of this personal hell. He began to claw, scratch, and strike at the walls of his prison as his names were being called. The water began to cool, and he was certain the girl could feel these affects as well. Her timing was perfect, to say the least. The moment she had finally spoken his final known name, the alignment was right and his presence lurched forward, latching on to the girl's essence. But instead of coming into the prison with him, something else happened. His presence began to have a real effect on the outside world. He could feel the warmth of the fireplace, one started by his grasp reaching into her world. He could smell the salt that surrounded her. He could hear the commotion coming from outside of her living quarters. Using the girl's soul as a rope, he pulled himself out of the nothingness he was left in, finally setting foot back in the world of mortals. Senmiel was back once more.<br/><br/>The demon stumbled forward out of the air, catching himself before disturbing anything in Mila's living quarters. Standing upright and adjusting himself, Senmiel took in his surroundings. So much was different from when he was last on this plane of existence... But, before he would be lost in his exploration, the demon turned back to Mila, noting with a slight smile her means of 'protection'. A tail whipped out from behind him, lazily flicking about as he stepped closer to the unconscious girl. The tail soon stopped and moved closer to her, touching her robed shoulder and pulling it back towards him so that she was on her back. She was much more interesting than her mind made her out to be. Her hair color was certainly the most interesting feature about her. Perhaps it was a mutation of the human genes? Regardless, Senmiel left her there and crouched down to the vials she had left out for him. Picking one up gingerly with only two of his fingers, he brought it to eye level, examining it. He smiled and popped off the cork before pouring the sweet sanguine gift into his mouth. She was delicious...<br/><br/>Without a moment of hesitation, he picked up the other two vials and slid them within his coat, out of sight but safe. "I shall be back, young Miss Mila," Senmiel said quietly, before pivoting on his heel and moving towards the door. Opening it, the demon stepped out into the world once more, though naturally, he felt no need to close the door behind him. Making his way to the sidewalk, he stood there in awe for a handful of minutes, taking in the sights and the sounds he was seeing. As far as he could see, buildings were lit up as bright as day. The roads were smooth and made of stone. Carriages without horses sped fast at speeds even he was unsure he could keep up with. The clothing of the people who passed were so radically different from his own formal attire. It was so much for the demon to take in, he did not even notice the gas station attendant slipping past him into the building some minutes later.<br/><br/>However, finally, Senmiel was done taking in the sights alone and opted to return to his latest plaything. Walking back in the room, he closed the door behind him this time. But this time, he was not alone with Mila. A figure hovering over Mila caught his attention, beginning to pull quietly at her robe, trying to tease it open without waking the drained girl. The demon scowled and crept over to the figure. Through his dream conversations with Mila, he knew she lived alone. Thus, whoever was trying to play with his things before he had the chance would not get the pleasure. With a deft movement, Senmiel grabbed the figure around the neck just as it had opened what it believed to be it's prize and pulled. The flesh and muscles gave way with ease, as did the windpipe and vocal cords, neatly tearing into two separate handfuls of flesh in Senmiel's grasp. Blood shot forward, gently covering Mila in the fluid. Before the figure could fall on top of her Senmiel's tail whipped forward, wrapping around the spinal column of this interloper and gently leading the form backwards as the light began to dim in it's eyes.<br/><br/>The demon looked upon the interloper as he brought him back towards a miniature table surrounded by furniture. He looked vaguely familiar. Was he a shopkeeper that Mila had dreamt about one night? Regardless, Senmiel was soon reminded that his own form was weak from being within the prison. Setting the throat and neck of the man on the small table, Senmiel grabbed his arm and pulled. The sound of a joint dislocating followed by the tearing of fabric and flesh resonated throughout the apartment. Senmiel was hungry. Stooping down to the circle of salt, Senmiel grabbed a large handful of the seasoning and took it and the arm to one of the padded chairs that surrounded the small table. Removing the fabric from it, Senmiel generously sprinkled the salt along the flesh before he began to enjoy the first physical meal he had had in centuries. After his first bite, he thought for a moment, before retrieving one of the vials that Mila had left for him and poured it over the entirety of the arm. With his meal finally prepared, Senmiel continued to devour the arm. The noise of the commotion, paired with the sound of Senmiel tearing into the flesh would surely be enough to wake Mila at this point, despite the drain the demon put on her to pull himself out of the void.