Once the group was gathered and ready to leave, Death gave them a simple nod in return to Adeline's request for admittance. "Very well then. Give me a moment." Death raised a single hand and rested it against the wall, closing his eyes in concentration. For a few moments, nothing happened; it took the energy within him a moment to cease its current action and redirect toward his new effort, but before long the familiar dark swirl of power began twisting its way around and through his arm, colliding together into the wall. The process was noticeably slower than the first time, but it was no longer than a minute or two before the wall was replaced by a whirling portal. Death's hand withdrew from the wall as he stepped back, a deep sigh escaping his lips. His shoulders sagged and his breathing was heavy as the energy returned to its process of healing his body. He stayed silent for a moment, ignoring the looks of surprise that were likely going on behind him, then walked through the portal without a word.<br/><br/>On the other side of the portal was the world that humans left behind. The horizon was clearly visible, no longer obstructed by the city's buildings. Those same buildings were lying in heaps of rubble scattered around the city, and a single massive crater was clearly visible in the distance, marking the spot that used to be the Hunters' headquarters. The air was full of dust and soot and even some small pieces of rubble that were still falling from the impact. Death remained silent as the Hunters poured through the portal, instead focusing on his own efforts to cloak the immediate area. The element of surprise would be their greatest advantage, especially now.<br/><br/>It did not take long for Death to finish forming a basic cloaking barrier, and it was then that he noticed the spectacle happening in the distance.<br/>"So, Lucifer is finally showing his true form.."<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"Pathetic, obsessive<span style="font-style: italic">vermin.."</span>The Reverend's voice rang loudly with steadily growing demonic undertones as Levin charged him, the former remaining completely motionless.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"LUCIFERRR!"</span><br/><br/>Just as Levin's attack was about to make contact, the Reverend shifted, raising his arm into the sky and shouting that name, his voice now completely overtaken by his demon. His body vanished, leaving behind a swirling trail of red and black smoke that dissipated quickly as Levin passed through it.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"You coward!" Levin declared to the vast emptiness of the wastes, his opponent nowhere to be seen. <br/><br/>The trail of blood in the wake of Levin's charge began to gravitate toward the psychotic butcher. It formed a crimson ring around his feet, the blood from his stump of an arm filling the inner part of the circle. This was promptly followed by the three-limbed man pounding the ground with his existing arm, causing it to erupt into the air. The blood spread out from it's epicenter of Levin, constantly forming bigger circle and erupting once again until it found its target.</span><br/><br/>----------------------------------------------<br/><br/>During the short downtime of Levin's bloody pool assault, the Reverend chose to make his reappearance, so to speak. A red and black mist, similar to the one emitted when he disappeared, began swirling a few yards above Levin. When the eruption from Levin's attack subsided, the smoke suddenly thickened, and a massive demonic fist came crashing down from the inside, dozens of times bigger than any human's. Nothing past the forearm and hand were visible, but even that was at least 20 feet long, and almost grotesquely muscular. It was a similar mass of red and black; the red was constantly moving and appeared much like lava, while the rest of it was a rough-looking black shell. Each finger - of which there were six - was tipped with sharp, jagged claws made of the red lava, though the rest of the hands were blackened.<br/><br/>The hand collided hard with Levin's body palm-first, crushing him into the ground hard enough to lift nearby rubble into the air and causing the blood to fall back down and settle into a still pool once more. A moment later, the claws began clenching into a fist, digging through the ground to do so and pushing aside the dirt in its way as if it weren't even there. Levin's blood began flowing into these grooves, and a keen observer would notice that the amount it was gradually lessening; it was, quite simply, being absorbed into the hand.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Don't think I have forgotten what you are capable of, Ymir.." spoke Lucifer, now completely overshadowing the Reverend's own voice. "This blood will not be yours for long."</span><br/><br/>----------------------------------------------<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Levin looked up with a nervous grin on his face as the palm appeared overhead and drove him into the dirt. The man... no, the demon behind the hand, taunted him. The creature that was inadvertently responsible for the loss of his arm, even though it honestly didn't matter to the young man. Given his powers, it wouldn't have taken much to mend the wound; it was probably used as a gesture to taunt his own demon, Ymir, who had lost the opposing arm to Death. Then again, given the abilities of the demon, this ironically increases the uses of his power. At this moment in time though, his host is currently pinned down by a hand, something both of them now lack.<br/><br/>The hemophiliac had to escape his prison, or risk having all the blood drained from his body. It seems the attack wasn't meant to kill him outright, but it was meant to show that anything he could attempt would be immediately thwarted and leave him disabled. There was also the obvious fact that Lucifer was much, much larger than he could have ever imagined. Ymir was already familiar with Lucifer's appearance, though he wished to see more of what he could do. It seemed like another cowardly retreat was in order.   <br/><br/>The pressure being applied by Lucifer was pushing the blood out of the various wounds on his body. He began to emulate his escape from Gabriel by quickly sinking into the blood emitted from his body, appearing on the edge of the great ravine caused by Lucifer's claws rending the earth. He crawled out of the hole before he was caught in the great demon's grasp once again, running back into the wasteland like the tenacious cockroach he is. He constantly sprayed multiple puddles of crimson; repeating the process of diving into one and coming out of another in order to obscure his movements.</span><br/><br/>----------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"Ah.. It's been too long since I tasted such rich, demonic blood," Lucifer growled as his captive continued to bleed in his ever-tightening grasp. The absorbed blood ran through invisible channels along the black sections of his arm until eventually draining into the red, causing them to pulse and glow with intense energy as the blood was assimilated with his own. When Levin managed to escape Lucifer's grasp and scamper away, the latter did nothing to stop it, still reveling in the power that was absorbed from his opponent. By the time he was finished, Levin was far from sight. Lucifer's arm slowly retreated back into the swirling mist, and as soon as it was withdrawn The Reverend took its place, returning to the ground. He stared in the direction Levin had gone for a few moments, his frown slowly being replaced by a cruel grin until, without a word, he spun on his heel and made his way back into the tower.