"Send him back," Scott said to Ninlil. The more demonic forces on Earth, the worse it was. "Send him back to Hell." Scott cracked his knuckles. A pain creeping along his left arm like someone was driving a needle through his palm, up his forearm. He had grown used to the ache, but the appearance of this new demon was making it worse. He was curious about the demon, who spoke like a child. Not enough to want to keep interacting with it, but enough that he would think about it for a couple of days after it was securely back in Hell.<br/><br/>Scott pulled a notepad from his pocket and started drawing a symbol. He looked back up to see how the Angel and Demon would interact. Then back at his notebook as he kept scribbling, and started muttering a long-dead language under his breath.