"Seen anything like what before?" came the angel's confused, demanding voice. Her eyes narrowing on the demon before her. She honestly had forgotten within moments that everything she was doing wasn't something they were use to. These demon's hadn't experienced war with her. They had no idea she was an oracle and that she was blessed by God. They had no idea the power she held or the consequences of using those powers. As Juniper's eyes focused on the demon a realization seemed to cross her face. Eyes lighting up as it hit her. She found her cheeks flushing and she turned her back to Zuureth. she stumbled forward just a bit as her feet seemed to drag as if she couldn't pick it up fully. Her eyes closed and she found her hands steadying herself upon the window sill.<br/><br/>"He is in a hotel, maybe a casino of sorts. I think..." she leaned against the window. Cold glass kissed her skin and eased the dizzy spell that threatened to consume her. "Desert Satin was the name on the logo." Her mind searched what memories she had of the place. As her mind tried to pull the thoughts from her a black tunnel collapsed around her vision. Blood gently flowed from her nose and over her top lip as she stumbled backward. Her small body crumbling to the floor. Head bouncing on the ground as she was drowned in the exhaustion. Drained her mind closed down and her body had follow. Consequences.<br/><br/>Her small body sprawled across the floor, giving them time to process her words. They had a place to find, a name had been giving though not an exact one. They had to find it and hopefully not be stopped by demon's again. Her angelic presence only seemed to grow as she collapsed to the ground. That soft glow fading and her scent seemed to consume the room. Having been magically stunted for so long it seemed her presence was just leaking through uncontrolled. As she lay on the ground her wings began to flicker into sight. Slowly becoming solid. Shimmering ebony that ombred down into a silver grey and on the ends the purest white one could imagine. Almost as if the black was bleeding into the white, staining her purity. They were beautiful and not at all common. White wings and black, solid colors were all that were known this gentle color change that her wings showed were far from normal.