After he released the human from his control, he sent the human back to his apartment. He would sleep off the last of the possession, and remember none of it. Shame, really. The sex had been spectacular.<br/><br/>Back in his own form, Adriel stared down at Tristan's body.  Unlike daemonic or angelic forms, this body wouldn't be so easy to get rid of. Adri remembered a high-profile Canadian serial killer who killed his victims and feed them to his farm animals, destroying virtually all evidence. Disgusting...but effective. He wondered if the rats of New York would be so kind.<br/><br/>Better safe than sorry though. He called up for a little daemonic clean up. Someone would be by before morning to take care of this mess.<br/><br/>There was a knock at the door... Adriel froze. The daemonic crew was neither that fast nor polite enough to<i>knock</i>. He swiftly headed for the door and peered through the peephole.<br/><br/>Ezekiel?<br/><br/>Without a second thought, Adriel opened the door. What was the blond doing here? "Hope you're not still pissed at me," he drawled.