Aaron let out a light sigh as he walked down the dark street. His mother had sent him out to get flour from a closer-by convenient store. He mumbled to himself under his breath as he walked, questioning his mother.<br/><br/>"I always knew she was a procrastinator, but really? Waiting to bake cookies you need for a party at work tomorrow this long? I swear... Well, if you want a way to keep the family interesting, baking cookies at ten at night would be a good way to do it. Better hurry though, she'll need that flour as fast as she can get it.'<br/><br/>After soliloquizing (You have no idea how long I've waited to use that word XD ) for a short time, he picked up his pace, walking faster down the sidewalk. He got a creepy feeling out here, no doubt from the lurkers that were bound to be around the city. They seemed to have gotten more active lately. Even he wasn't entirely sure why, and if any angel were to know, it would be him. Ignoring the feeling he was getting, he kept going down the street, soon arriving at the 24-hour store without any incident. He quickly went inside, waving to the dog anthro at the counter, smiling at him. He made his way to the aisle where he thought he might find it, as quickly did. He paid for it, exchanging pleasantries with the familiar anthro.<br/><br/>He left the store, not sensing the presence of the lurker nearby. It had been following him, starting shortly after he left his house. He continued walking in the direction of his house when he was suddenly slammed into the ground.  Claws dug into his shoulders as he shouted out in surprise, but not in fear. He yelled at the lurker on top of him, yelling a single word.<br/><br/>"Labyrinth!"<br/><br/>In an instant, they were pulled into the angel's world, showing how regardless of that status, he was still a lurker by blood. It was powerful dark magic, trippy images swirling around them as blood rained from the sky. Small creatures, demons looking as if they were drawn in crayon, but by a talented artist, descended on the two, yanking the lurker off of him, dropping him a short distance away. Without looking, he ran deeper into the labyrinth, down a hallway of melting, pure black matter, the lurker close on his heels. He ran as fast as he could, his eyes wide. While summoning the labyrinth was powerful dark magic, the only thing it wouldn't accomplish much unless he could get the lurker further into it. Familiars swarmed all over the place, each with a specific purpose to him, but not designed by him. He ran further in, the open area changing shape at his will into hundreds of hallways. He let the lurker follow him further in, fully aware of what would happen if he was caught. He wouldn't live through a second time.<br/><br/>After running for what seemed like an hour, he decided they were definitely in far enough. He leapt as high into the air as he could, familiars looking light guardian angels constructed of what looked like hundreds of bone fragments swooping down to grab him under his arms, carrying him over the tall walls of the maze. They placed him down at the entrance, safe from the lurker. The maze would stand as long as the creature was in there, but fall when it died. He left the lurker to wander the maze, hopefully never finding his way out before dying. He collapsed to his knees, his eyes wide in fear as he panted heavily for minutes. The bone angel familiars landed on the ground next to him, looking at him for a few seconds before taking off into flight again. A few more seconds and the labyrinth slowly faded from reality, leaving no trace of it ever being there. He was still in the same place he had been before he summoned it, only moving in his own world.<br/><br/>He was exhausted, from both the running and the massive strain on his magic to conjure his labyrinth so quickly, but he had survived, so it was definitely worth it. He was covered in blood however from the rain of it in the labyrinth area he had gone into, and it soaked his hair to his scalp. He sat there on the sidewalk, in front of the record store, still recovering from such a close call. They had never attacked him before, but it looked like the news of him converting to the other side had finally gotten around, and they were no doubt sore at losing a lurker who had trapped many an angel in his world.