The angels head turned. That demon was nearby. And so was a thick aura of death. He followed it to where it would be quickly, up nine flights and to an apartment. He knocked on the door, not bothering to clean himself up and slipping the dagger into his sleeve. Someone had been murdered here. A human. Granted, he was going to hell anyway, but the murder of a human was sinful and disgusting. Something only demons who target do.<br/><br/>the angel wiped blood from his lip. If he had to apprehend another devil that night then so be it. He was ready for another fight. Mentally if not physhcally.