Deviathon frowned at her when she dialed the number. He didn't like the sound of that word she used. "What in the 7 trials of Hell is a druggie?" he asked as he saw a group white and black thing on wheels move up to him and several men exit them. "Shit. Well, I would say it was nice meeting you, but since you are intent on giving me to the authorities I can't exactly say that now can I?" he said.<br/><br/>"Oro Mantala Precosera Mesalatar Dwuelora!" Deviathon shouted, and with that, he vanished right in front of everyone. all that was left was a black smoke like substance. Without anyone to apprehend, the authorities left the area. from his new location, Deviathon sighed. Life in this world sure had changed. He went over to a white box and opened it, finding the inside to be freezing cold. "Hmmm... interesting." he mumbled as he waited for the girl he had met to come to her house. The spell he used earlier had locked onto her memories, and then transported him to her most recent dwelling. He was still in pain though, so he removed his shirt to reveal quite a muscular frame, and tried to pull out the spearhead. This caused a current of electricity to course through him. "Damn bastard enchanted the thing so someone else has to remove it!" he muttered as he sat on her couch. "Well, she should be home soon anyways..." he reassured himself as he waited for her. "I hope she isn't one of those people who think I'm a stalker."