Azazel looked around, and noticed that many townsfolk had gathered to see what was happening.

But he knew he needed to get out of there... and quickly.

As such, he shifted Aedan from his back, into his arms, and concentrated.

After a few seconds, a pair of black demonic wings emerged from his back, and two horns sprouted from his head... although, technically, it was one full horn, and one that was broken in half, with the broken half missing.

He then crouched down, and launched himself into the air, taking Aedan and himself away from the people there.

"Calm down, Azazel, calm down." he said to himself.

"Don't panic. You're out of there. SHE'S out of there." he continued.

"Just CALM. DOWN." he ordered himself further.

He then balled his hands into fists, and placed them on the windowsill, looking out into the sky, and forcing his wings to fold in on themselves, and disappear into his back.

His horns remained, though.

He then looked back at Aedan, and sighed.

"We're outta there, at least." he told her.

"....." Azazel was silent as she said that.

"I wouldn't be so sure." he said.

"Regardless, you're out of there, now." he told her.

"You're back in the hotel. You're safe." he said further.

He then looked around, and sighed when he saw a tray that had been wheeled in.

"...looks like the room service we ordered before is here." he commented.

"Not sure how long it's been, though." he admitted. "Time gets... REALLY distorted down there..." he mumbled.

"Back?" Azazel asked.

"As in, how much time has passed since we escaped from Hell?" he asked further.

When she nodded, he sighed.

"Not... that long, actually." he told her.

"Probably close to... an hour?" he guessed.

"I don't know the exact time, but I DO know it's hovering close to an hour."

Azazel was silent again for a moment.

"Ah... I did not." he admitted.

"I've been... preoccupied." he told her.

"Controlling myself... worrying about you..." he mumbled further, scratching the back of his head, and then clearing his throat loudly.

"Go ahead and contact him." he said.

"If you feel up to it."

Azazel just looked away sheepishly, as Aedan made the call.

After a couple of rings, it was answered.

"Finally!" Sharp said.

"Both your lines went dead suddenly!" he told her.

"Status update!" he went on.

"Reports of satanic and demonic activity in that town are flying through various news outlets!" he continued.

"What the hell happened there!?"

"......" Sharp was silent as he heard all that, before typing quickly on a keyboard.

"I've dispatched a group to do clean up." he told her.

"Deal with the remaining coven." he said.

"And you went... to where he lived?" he asked.

"...we did." Azazel responded.

"I'm ordering you back here for psychological evaluation." Sharp then told Aedan.

"Eh?" Sharp muttered.

"Is that so." he said.

"Mm." Azazel mumbled.

"Yeah... pretty sure my life is in danger if I stay here." he lamented.

"He's always been welcome here." was all Sharp told Aedan.

"No." Azazel responded.

"Very well." Sharp replied.

"I expect to be updated on your situation and position frequently." he told them, before disconnecting.

".....hm." Azazel muttered.

"I suppose I have no choice but to head back to the Unit." he commented.

"Mm." Azazel muttered.

"Hmmm..." he mumbled further, as he squinted into the distance.

"Yeah, that didn't take long." he said.

"Firstly, duly noted on the warning." he told her.

"Secondly, I guess I don't have to worry about gathering anything from my place." he went on.

"Pretty sure the smoke I see is coming from my place." he sighed.