By the time Nathaniel arrived at the docks, the body was gone, as was the hunter and Athena. Gritting his teeth, he sighed agitatedly. He could have sworn he smelled blood--but wait. He saw a murky puddle of blood, and by the way it glowed softly, some demonic prescence had been here. Not only that, but there was a sort of darkness. Old, ancient, and powerful that he could no name to.<br/><br/>This was all kinds of frustrating. Not only were Angels a problem, but apparently there were more players in this game, rather than just Heaven and Hell. The civilians would be a problem too. The pier was warm. He could tell, giving off a soft aura that was peculiar to those that belonged to earth.<br/><br/>Now Nathaniel was more agitated than curious. Since the docks were empty, he allowed his jacket to fall, wings spread wide as he took off into the night. The Red Light's district had plenty of victims ready to be taken there too. And those, no one would miss.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Olive was right in the middle of finding out why Edward had left Bella when she heard a horrendous knocking sound on her door. Groaning--seriously, was everyone raised in a barn? Could nobody read? Was the word 'closed' forbidden from the English language? No, she thought not.--Olive dog-eared the page and rose, going downstairs in her pajamas. Peeking outside through the curtains, she saw a very disheveled looking young woman--an anthro--hands covered in blood.<br/><br/>And there were definitely traces of demonic influence around her. Not possessed or anything, thank god, but she had certainly been meddling with some thing that should not have been meddled with. Olive opened te door, eyeing the woman warily. "Who are you, why are you bloody, and by God, what is that horrendous smell?" That completely sold her. She reeked of sulfur. Ther had been a demon around. Oliver's thoughts turned to Declan, and she prayed he was safe.