Leonard watched with some hesitation as the mists formed in front of Hillary. The flux of power was almost physical to him. Any demon would have felt it.. but for one such as him who's power base was that of magic and sorcery it was even more so. Leonard's eyes narrowed as he saw the form of the Arch Angel Micheal appear from out of the mists. Demons and angels knew each other well, especially those who stood ranks at the highest echelons of their domains. Micheal was one such angel.. as was Leonard. Toe to toe the two could battle long and hard, leaving much destruction in their wake. Long ago the earth realm had been such a battle ground, a neutral plane that allowed them to face off on even terms. Such battles were abandoned long ago for both sides found that the destruction left behind, no matter who the victor turned out to be in the end, benefited neither side. It was the reason that they now worked through mortals, playing out their roles in more subtle fashions. That did not mean that they had lost any of their potency however.<br/><br/><br/>With a smile Leonard laughed in the angels face. "Micheal! Long has it been since mine eyes was forced to gaze upon thy overbearing continence." The demon smirked and brought his hands up before him, black smoke, dust and bone lifting from the ground to twirl around him before his body shifted and changed to that of a more primordial form.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1201.photobucket.com/albums/bb341/renrackered/greaterdemon.jpg)</div></div><br/>"Your accursed light and sword will do you no good here angel!" Leonard laughed. Looking past the angel he gazed at Hillary with fiery green eyes. "Your protector can not save you this time little mortal. Not now.. not in this place. The host of heaven dare not enter hell anymore readily than one of those from the pit would enter the divine realm. Perhaps if one so powerful were facing a lesser opponent then that mite be different." He said, his gaze swinging back to Micheal. "But he does not. Even on neutral ground our battle would be fierce and devastating and there would be no clear victor." He demon grinned showing fangs. "She is in one of our realms now light bringer!" He roared and stamped one of his hooven feet, causing bluish sparks to fly. "She is here... and you are not." He laughed and leaned forward. "Not fully at least. If you were I would<em>end</em>you... and you know it to be true."<br/><br/><br/>Leonard was not stupid, he knew that the angel could give him trouble even in this place, even though he dare not enter the labryinth fully. The angel could not. To do so would strip him of much of his power, leaving him vulnerable to the first order demon... and one mortal, no matter how pure, was worth that risk.<br/><br/><br/>Leonard's display was more than a ranting and raving. It was more than a show of strength. It was a delaying tactic.. and a distraction. In a place so full of evil a bit more would be lost in the swamp of power that rolled through the air. From behind Hillary a corpse stirred and slowly crawled towards her as it's master spoke to the mortal and the angel. There wasn't much of it left, really nothing but half a skull, some strips of flesh, half a rib cage and one arm. That was all it needed however. When it reached her its bony hand grasped her ankle and power flowed and burned, placing a mystical mark on her ankle like a tattoo. A tattoo that bound her to this plane through Leonard's will, a mark that would keep her from being whisked away unless he allowed it... or unless he was dead and turned to dust. A thing that would never happen in this place the Arch Demon knew.<br/><br/><br/>"Begone Angel... you have lost this one. She... is... mine." He hissed and lifted his swords to strike the angel dead if he dared to fully manifest within this evil place. Even if he did not manifest fully the demonic blades would injure the angel and with a roar Leonard struck out. He was careful, however, of the mortal woman. It would not be the first time that a mortal had tried to end herself instead of facing him. That was always annoying and an inconvenience... since he was forced to resurrect the mortal afterwards.