To get the prisoner out was easier than he initially thought. The long metal corridor was empty, too dark for human eyes to see him, although he was sure they could hear the two sets of footsteps walking on concrete floor. Not that they would care, not notice Gary was gone. Aziel shivered, unfortunately not from the cold. Those were men who were used to hear a prisoner leave and never return. Or return so changed that perhaps it would be better to be dead.<br/><br/>One step after the other. The demon focused on the shadows wrapped around Gary's body. It didn't require that much concentration, not anymore, not when there was no will left to fight him back. But to focus on one task was to ignore the nagging guilt that was eating him up. Souls were immortal, or so were they taught. And yet, he had seen demons destroyed to nothingness, and he had wondered the first time he had broken a human soul beyond repair - and for every time after that - if a broken soul could still return to the cycle of life and be made whole again.<br/><br/>He hoped so.<br/><br/>There was no one to stop him from leaving, and no one to see him make his way towards the cave. They weren't near the cave, but Aziel didn't need to stop to eat or sleep or rest - at least, not for a while. He moved fast, and he could step into a shadow and walk out of another. He was still limited by his sight, of course, but it was a faster way of travel of anything the humans could use, except perhaps for a plane or helicopter. They weren't going to risk it, though. At least Aziel hoped they weren't that stupid.<br/><br/>It took one day and a half, before he finally stepped out of a shadow and inside a cave, arms locked around Gary's body. Hunger from using too much of his power was beginning to set in, but nothing that couldn't be ignored. For now, he had to wait.<br/><br/><br/>It didn't take long - thirteen hours, fifteen minutes and twenty-eight seconds. It wasn't like he had much to do in a cave with a broken body for company - for the sound of motor to reach Aziel's ears. The demon raised, awareness stretching as far as it could, brushing softly the minds of the animals that were running nearby and that of a human. A single human. Panic settled in his stomach. Where were the rest? He had said to meet him here. Sure, he wasn't expecting all the rebels to come running to an unknown cave, but he was reaching pretty far, and there wasn't no one except for the human who was coming in his direction.<br/><br/>Aziel drew a sharp breath, closing his eyes for a second and recalling Nether. Calling its energy to him. Letting the unbearable heat surround his very soul and seep into his physical body. Home. For that moment, he was a Demon Lord again, mind clear of any Earthian energy. When he opened his eyes again, the panic had left as sudden as it had come and for a second, he didn't care about the fate of humanity. But it didn't last and, as his home crawled away from him, he once again felt the still unfamiliar guilt grow inside him. The calm, however, stayed with him, and that was the only thing Aziel needed now. A clear head.<br/><br/>The demon waited until the engine of the motor stopped and the human to leave the vehicle before he stepped out of the cave, Gary's body in front of him, forming a shield. He doubted the human could be faster than him, but he hadn't survived as long for being reckless.<br/><br/>"Where are the others?" Aziel asked, loud enough for the man to hear. He used his own voice. It was too cruel to use Gary's, considering he was returning nothing more than an empty shell to the only comrade who had decided to come.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">-----</span></div><br/><br/>"Oh! I found the stray flock!" Murmur almost screeched in the radio, pointing towards the ground where a very large group of rebels' jeeps and vehicles were moving. She crossed her legs, mimicking sitting on a chair, feet dangling in the air.<br/><br/>"No need to scream, I can hear you just fine." Ravan groaned back, to which his only answer was a loud chuckle from the other demon. "Hold your position, the planes are almost there."<br/><br/>"Aye, sir!" Murmur did a perfect twirl in the air, before repeating the movement, over and over again, creating a small tornado and sending it in the rebels direction. Her delighted laugh filled the air around her when more than a couple of vehicles tumbled over.<br/><br/>"Hold. Your. Position." Ravan growled in the radio. "We need them alive."<br/><br/>"What was that cattle song again?" Murmur asked. "Row, row, row your boats, gently down the streams." each word was punctuated with another heavy gush of wind, that would send another jeep down.<br/><br/>"For Hell's sake, Murmur!"<br/><br/>"Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, your lives will end in screams!"<br/><br/>"... That's definitely not how the song goes."