They caught up with Erica as she entered a room.
The room was a disaster, there was blood all over the place, along with other things.
In the middle of it all, was Azazel, looking to be fighting with himself - and fighting hard - while Erica, or at least the woman who had been posing as her, was behind him, her hands on his shoulders, as she was leaning over, her mouth close to his ear as she spoke quietly.
"Hey, Bitch!" Erica snarled. The woman just sighed.
"Ah. You finally got free, did you?" She asked, straightening up as the markings on one hand seemed to glow slightly, leaving an imprint on Azazel's shoulder.
"Damn straight I did." was Erica's answer.
"And you're dead." She added.
"Ah, really? We shall see about that." was all the imposter stated as she straightened up.
"Please, have fun with a demon." She said as she stepped back, not entirely sure about what kind of effect it was that she'd had on him. Azazel had definitely seemed resisant, but after finally managing to get him alone like this, he'd seemed to be starting to succumb.
Starting.
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