<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="background-color:#353535; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;">Charlie screamed, an unholy, mortified sound as her hotter-than-hell almost-hook-up turned out to be literally <span style="font-style: italic">from Hell.</span> "Oh my God, what the fuck?!" She yelled at 'Stewart', as if expecting some kind of explanation from him. <span style="font-style: italic">It</span>. She frantically attempted to pull her hand from the gross hoof-hand-thing attached to 'Stewart's arm, but without success. "Do something, for God's sake!" Charlie howled at the oddly familiar man who had been talking to her neighbor right before he had transformed into the abomination currently on display. With another futile pull, she turned away from 'Stewart' as much as she could. Her eyes widened to match the insanely dilated eyes of the little girl, holding a teddy, watching them from the end of the hallway with an open mouth. She might have been too shocked to say anything, but Charlie sure wasn't. Now over the initial surprise of hey, <span style="font-style: italic">demons are real haha plot twist</span>, shock gave way to fury. "Let me go! And you, run!" She yelled at the girl, praying she would get away from the madness before she was scarred for life.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>"Trent, huh. Can't say I know who you are, but then again, I haven't exactly kept on top of heavenly gossip lately. Though, if I remember correctly, Elliot is probably dead. Knowing him, he got himself killed by Queen Bitch because of a dumbass remark he was unable to rein in. Then again, I'm not much smarter than him in that aspect." Asher shrugged, a fluid, rolling motion of his broad shoulders that conveyed utter indifference for the bureaucracy up top. "I just happen to be a lot further away from her than he is."<br/><br/>Asher tipped his head forward, scrutinizing Trent's face from beneath his bushy eyebrows. He wore a strange expression, and Asher couldn't decipher it. "Hey man, you okay? Want a drink? Uh, <span style="font-style: italic">can</span> you drink?" He asked the other, vaguely concerned. He <span style="font-style: italic">had</span> just witnessed a rather brutal death. Maybe it wasn't so weird that he looked a bit shaken up.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/><span style="font-style: italic">No!</span><br/><br/>Viv didn't say anything, but her mortified expression spoke volumes. How in all the ninety billion circles of Hell had they managed to find the most gullible, stupid, head-in-the-clouds human in the history of the world?! "It's a bloody dog!" She said loudly, but Oliver was too far gone to hear her. With a determined expression, Vivienne whipped her hand forward, an invisible band coiling around Oliver's ankle, tripping him and effectively stopping him in his suicidal tracks by slamming him face first on the sidewalk instead. She sighed, and ran to him before he could get up to continue his canine crusade.<br/><br/>"Look what a mess you could have gotten yourself into!" She scolded as she brushed his coat down. Her hands were unbearably dirty in her opinion, even though it was nothing that a quick wash couldn't undo. She cast a look across the street. The dog appeared to be perfectly fine. Viv narrowed her eyes. <span style="font-style: italic">I'll find the son of a bitch who sent you to lure our prize away from us. Rest assured.</span> The dog wagged its tail in response. She hated it more with every second.<br/><br/>Her thoughts of revenge were rudely interrupted by the always unwelcome presence of Mathias in her head, but this time, it was different than anything she could remember. Normally, a snarky remark or a snapped order was all she heard, but this - this was raw emotion, and if she hadn't known better she would think it was uncertainty.<br/><br/>Another thought that wasn't her own struck her, causing her to immediately let go of the disheveled human. She turned, staring at Mathias. <span style="font-style: italic">He what...?</span> Abandoning Oliver completely, she stalked back down the stairs, coming to a halt right in front of Mathias. "You mean to tell me," she hissed, her face half an inch from his, "that I pretended to be excited about milkshakes for nothing? We're to let him go? I want an explanation, and I want it now!"</div></div>