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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Erica's reflexes most certainly weren't even half as good as one of those who actually out in the field. She worked in terrogation, and that was enough to amke it that she didn't need to worry about reflexes.

They were good enough that the ball didn't hit her in the chest, as was the initial aim - she was sure. Instead, it hit her on the back, her left shoulderblade area, specifically.

She bit back a cry, before freezing. Her mind was bombarded with some of the hell she'd recently been through, and it was something she couldn't rightly get past for the moment.

Giving Azazel a particularly easy target.

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The woman that had caused this and was standing a couple feet behind Azazel just laughed.

"Of course you can't! You're nothing more than a demon. Bout time you started to act as one." She stated simply.

Erica, meanwhile, had hit the tiled floor with a decent amount of strength, enough that there would certainly be a bruise, but it was enough to cause her to snap to attention again.

" Thanks." She said to cain before looking back to Azazel.

"Oh fuck this. I'm not interested in this." She snapped before stepping around Cain and approaching Azazel. She had no idea what he would do, but she knew she would have to try and take that mark off of him.

Even if he attacked her again.

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Erica didn't stop, but her steps did slow a bit. She was taking care with those pulses.

Just as she was about to reach Azazel, she found herself suddenly trapped elsewhere. Somewhere that she didn't need to have been, to identify.

She been sent to hell.

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The woman who had taken Erica's name just laughed.

"Shouldn't have even given her a chance to do what she did." She stated.

"Now stop wallowing and just be the demon you kjow you are." She added, her voice lacking patience.

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"Who knows what kind of state Erica is in. You do anything to me, and you may never see her again." the woman warned. She didn't flinch bsck fro Azazel or anything, only said what she did.

"Do you date take that chance?"

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The woman just laughed.

"Of course." She stated simply.

"Now, tell me." She started, as she met Hal's gaze.

"What are yoi going to do now?" She askedf

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"Ahh, so nothing involving me." She stated simply.

"Do try to have fun with that." She added as the markings on her arm seemed to come off of it. Before anyone could properly react, they wrapped around her, and she was gone.

Leaving a dazed Az with Cain and Hal.

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Just as Azazel went for Cain, he was interrupted. There was a swirl of the same tendrils that the imposter left via, before they revealed ... one of the two. Whether it was Erica or not was something that couldn't be rightly identified.

Before anyone could try and do anything, since Azazel was still coming for Cain, a fist pulled back and ready to land one hell of a blow on the demonic zombie. As the aim was changed to the one who appeared in front of him, Erica showed rare reflexes and caught his wrist, before her hand, the markings on it, glowed a bit. It was very much in the same way that it had been when they arrived, though.

"Azzie, calm the hell down already." Erica said with exasperation as she let go of his wrist, but didn't move aside from that. She may not have been sure that what she did would have done the trick, but ... she was relatively confident it had.

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"But you didn't." Erica commented.

"You didn't hurt him." She added.

"Almost and actually doing it, they are two different things." She added before sighing, heavily.

"all right. You two, deal with your family issues. Me? I got work to do." She looked to Hal.

". . . from what you know, worst in the building for this?"

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Erica nodded.

"Where is he?" She asked after a moment or two.

"Because I'll reverse it, then go to Ilias." She added before looking back at the demonic ones. She didn't say anything, didn't know what it was that she could say here, before she left with Hal leading the way.

On the way to where Lyle was, she cleared up a couple of others they encountered, and was able to tend to Lyle easily enough. After that, it was Ilias, and Hal warned her that it wouldn't be a pleasant one.

They reached R&D, where he was still locked up in Mira's office and found Ty standing guard.

". . . I know it's dangerous, but lemme in?" She asked.

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