Evangeline double checked her gear before heading out the front steps of the Institute. She quickly drew the glamour rune on her arm as she made her way to the last crime scene, where a mundane went missing. early a week ago. Part of her wondered why this was even under the jurisdiction of the Clave, but any excuse to get out on the field was good enough for her.<br/><br/>She wandered Hyde Park, almost bored as she watched the families and couples picnic and lounge around. Her eye caught something near the edge of the park and upon inspection, she found it to be demon's blood. Just then, she felt someone watching her. Instinct told her it wasn't any of the mundanes enjoying their afternoon since none of them could see her so she straightened herself and wiped all emotion from her face. She walked away from the park and towards the nearest alley, where she pulled the seraph blade from her side and quickly whispered "Ezekiel." Warmth enfolded her as the blade lit up.<br/><br/>A hissing approached, getting louder by the second, and she readied herself for a fight. When it rounded the corner, Eve charged. After merely a few minutes, her sleeves were deteriorating from ichor and she was forced to cut them off before they reached her skin. She charged it once more and was surprised to find it learning how to fight back. It tossed her over its her and she landed on the harshly on the ground, all the air leaving her body. She pushed herself onto her knees as she watched in horror as the thing rose in front of her, sure she was about to die.<br/><br/>Out of nowhere, a figure jumped out and she was able to get away from the creature's reach. She was about to listen to the man's order to run when some voice in her mind told her to turn around and fight. There's no way the thing could fight two of then at the same time. She grabbed another blade from her belt and charged the creature, still distracted by Oren, aiming for where she assumed its heart to be. She jammed it into it's skin as black blood shot out, narrowly missing her bare hands.<br/><br/>As the creature crumbled to the ground and disappeared in a pile of ash, she drew a healing rune on a bare patch of her skin. With a look up to thank whoever it was that saved her life, her stomach sank. Something was definitely wrong.