She shook her head. "But... I'm free," she said. A pale hand shot towards the man as he bounded off. "Levin...!" Sam exclaimed. She hoped he wasn't going to charge off and kill himself or someone else in his mad scheme to 'free' her.<span style="font-style: italic">I thought the pain of the apocalypse would be running from demons, fighting every day and night for survival. Losing your friend's to a claw or fang. Not losing someone from your crazed friend's knife...</span>she thought bitterly. Her hands clenched into fists, the girl left, aiming to return to her hideout. Maybe she'd bump into Levin again. Should that be the case, she hoped she'd be able to stop him or at least convince him that her friends were in a completely different area. At least it would buy her some time to figure things out.<br/><br/>It was a quick walk back for Sam, and after she'd entered, she threw her weapons on the bed, frustrated. She'd either have to wait for someone to kill Levin or do it herself. There was a slim chance of her convincing him otherwise, made worse by the fact that his demon was most likely much more insane than the person it inhabited. She sighed, sitting cross-legged on the floor with her eyes closed. Maybe, just maybe, she'd be able to contact Ahriman. She doubted anything aside from an angry grunt, but if she could get some training...<br/><br/>Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes to hours. The redhead felt something stir in her conscience. It was like a being made purely of rage was screaming in her mind. She had to stay strong. She could not be scared of him now. A few minutes passed, the blinding rage of Ahriman trying to break down Sam's mental barriers. She did not falter, nor did she show fear. She felt Ahriman calm down.<span style="font-style: italic">You are not hopeless as I once thought, little one,</span>he said. Sam smiled.<span style="font-style: italic">You chose me for a reason.</span>Her demon chuckled. She could sense his pride. Very few could stand against his anger.<span style="font-style: italic">I want you to help me. I must become stronger,</span>she explained.<span style="font-style: italic">You are already strong. There are only a few things I can show you, but you must learn how it best suits you alone. I can not teach you to eat or breathe, nor can I teach you how to use your abilities in combat. I will merely teach you how they work. Everything else you must learn through blood spilled and tears shed.</span>Sam grinned. Maybe she wouldn't be so worthless anymore.