Rarely did the battles in the cities draw interest from any but those directly involved. They were becoming far too frequent, the casualties mounting up on both sides, but with fewer prisoners being taken, and no real progress being made, there was no logic to those in positions of power or even administration to acknowledge whenever another war cry was heard echoing through the lobbies and rooms, signaling the beginning of another fight. Rizarn understood the need for Levi to continue to try to establish dominance, to push to create strongholds in the major cities where other supernatural beings lived and congregated. The humans were not so easily squashed however, and were even forming alliances with the very creatures that had forced them to cower for so many millennium.<br/><br/>Even with that understanding though, the demon did not feel the need to constantly monitor the battles, not caring for the bloodshed, the magick that flew through the air, the cries and screams of those both high on the adrenaline and power, and those injured and realizing that just because you are immortal doesn't mean you cannot be killed.<br/><br/>So Rizarn continued on with what he was doing, which at the moment, was reading through an old parchment, attempting to pull out any relevant information that could possibly assist with his cause. It was slow work, made slower by the fact that the prisoners in the cells surrounding him insisted on making noise and yelling out, interrupting his train of thought and causing the translation process to slow as he lost his place, having to glance up and glare at the assorted human and supernatural beings, his eyes flashing red in frustration. He would need to seal their mouths closed to get anything done at this rate, and he slammed the thin paper down, standing and starting forward, but suddenly running footsteps could be heard, and a vampire entered the room, looking frantically for the demon.<br/><br/>“Rizarn, you're needed. We are being decimated, there's some dark magick being used against us that we are powerless to combat. Old magick, even Levi does not recognize it.” he said, and Rizarn raised an eyebrow. That was curious enough to make him want to investigate, and he followed, stopping only to grab his curved dagger from where he had left in, stabbed deep into a female's leg. As they left the stronghold, he quickly tied back his long black hair, dark wings appearing from nowhere, shredding the back of his dark silken shirt, and he swallowed a curse. He had liked that shirt, and had told himself when he put it on this morning that, should he need his wings, we would take the material off first. Unfortunately, in his haste to take to the skies, he had forgotten, and again caused his wardrobe to dwindle.<br/><br/>Hovering over the battle, he watched for a few minutes, red eyes seeking out the cause of the source of the magick being aimed at the vampires, and finally he spotted it. It appeared to be human, if he wasn't mistaken, and a smirk appeared as he landed, heavy boots thudding onto the ground in the midst of the battle. Blood magick, it truly was old, and unfortunately for this human, something that would not affect a demon in the least, certainly not a demon that had studied under the sin of Wrath.<br/><br/>Anger flashed through him as he inhaled, gaining strength from the terror, the frustration, the pain of those around him, and fire flew from his palm, incinerating those that approached him immediately. The black markings that covered his bare palms and arms seemed to come alive, forming symbols and words unknown to this world, as he focused on the male, and a moment later he shot another blast of fire towards the delivery truck that the human was using as cover.<br/><br/>In the same moment a blast sent shock waves through the city block, sending everyone who had the bad luck of being in that area flying back, the magick killing any who relied on blood to survive almost instantly. Rizarn narrowed his eyes, seeking the human. If he had died, the demon would revive him just to kill him again, how dare he attempt to target the demon personally? It made no difference that the male did not know who he was trying to kill, it was the very principle of the matter. Kneeling down revealed that the man was not dead however, just unconscious, and before Rizarn could act, Levi was at his side.<br/><br/>“Blood magick. Take him back Rizarn. He's more valuable than we know.” the leader said. Lifting the limp body, Rizarn took to the sky, leaving the damage behind them.<br/><br/>With the other prisoners finally silenced, some by less than humane means, more than one had their mouths sewn shut when they refused to just stop. Fucking. Talking. Rizarn was able to return to translating the parchment, as he waited for his newest acquaintance to wake up. The male had been strung up on the wall of honor, both arms outstretched and chained, feet dangling. He had been searched, but left clothed, it wasn't the warmest room in the fortress, and Rizarn knew how fickle humans were about things like body temperature and freezing to death.