"FUCK! FUCK! FUCKING-.... FUCK!!!" He roared, thrashing about in his limo, rocking it on it's axis as it arrived at his destination. His phone lay on the floor, crushed from a clenched fist when the idiot on the line informed him of the latest event. With a flash, he changed back into his more human appearance and took deep, heavy breaths. He'd deal with it later, the audacity of this newcomer did not intrigue him, did not alleviate his fears of possibly having a new ally, but it filled him with such rage at putting him at a disadvantage. The sapphires weren't the only gems, he had various safehouses throughout the city, but what troubled him was if the one called Wyrm would figure out how to tap into his energy resource. He looked out the window, seeing the Archangel standing, waiting... Manson fidgeted with a fire topaz gem that was the diamond of an extravagent ring, it faintly glowed as Manson's exposed flesh on his hands changed into black taloned claws. Opening the doorm he stepped out, getting into character as he raised his arms up in a greeting as he casually made his way over to Drake.<br/><br/>"It's been awhile!" He smiled. He reached out to shake the beings hand, more of an insult really, to test just how far a soldier of god could be forgiving, he knew he probably wouldn't shake his hand, Manson was the exact opposite of the angel.<br/><br/>"I'm a busy man Drake, and after some of the things I found out, you have your hands bound too. Can't we do this another time? I have business to attend to."<br/><br/>Elsewhere, Wyrm would find the body of the man he let live outside one of his prominent establishments. The body was mutilated, burned, and the facial expression frozen in rigor mortis was one of sheer terror. Oddly enough, a sticky note was planted on the forehead of the corpse, which read "See you at midnight! <3"