Azazel read the text on the phone, and sighed.

I can see that. he tapped on her shoulder.

I assume the motorcycle accident earlier was something you were involved in, but we can discuss that later. he 'told her further.

Where is your head? he then asked.

Do you have any idea at all?

Azazel sighed deeply.

"Yesterday, huh?" he muttered.

"Hm." he mumbled further.

Well, with no idea where your head is, it's gonna be a hell of a time trying to find it. he tapped on her shoulder.

Anything at all that can help? he asked her.

Even something akin to a vague location or area?

Again, Azazel paused and thought for a moment.

Are you safe here? he asked.

As in, can you hide here safely?' he clarified.

I can go and find your head and bring it back to you. he then offered. You just need to keep low and make sure you're not found out. he told her further.

That work for you? he asked her.

Then I'll be as quick as I can. Azazel responded.

With that, the two of them parted ways, and he started to quickly head in the direction that the body had pointed him in. As he ran, he took out his phone and dialled Aedan.

"Aedan!" he said when she answered.

"I've got a lead." he told her, informing her of the direction he was headed.

"Can you join me or meet me?" he asked.

".........." Azazel was silent as he heard this.

"Just don't make too much of a mess." he said, before hanging up.

He then continued to make his way through the streets, finally getting a lock on the mana signature, and making his way to what was obviously an abandoned and derelict townhouse.

He quietly stepped inside, and wandered throughout the place, trying to listen for anything... or anyone... there.

Azazel was silent as he heard all that, before sighing.

He then made his way upwards, to where he heard the voices.

"Just destroy the thing!" one of them said, before he burst into the room.

"I have a better idea." he said.

"You stop meddling in things you mortals aren't meant to, step away, and you get to keep living your precious little lives." he told them in a threatening manner.

Azazel was silent for a moment, before he started to chuckle. it was dark and ominous, and it send shivers down the spines of the young punks.

"Monster?" he asked.

"You have NO idea what a real monster is." he told them, his eyes glowing red.

He then proceeded to take his ring off, which cancelled out his glamour, and allowed them to see his true form... dark skin with 'lava cracks' and horns, and all.

"Now scram."

Azazel put his ring back on, and chuckled some.

He was a nicer demon, yes, but he was still a demon. Part of him still took pleasure in causing terror and fear in others. Especially when they deserved it.

"Right then." he said.

"Should be in here somewhere..." he muttered, looking around at the numerous drawers and cupboards that decorated the room.

"Rylie!?" he called out, as he started to search every nook and cranny.

"Indeed." Azazel replied, picking up the head.

"A fine mess you seem to have gotten yourself into." he commented.

"Come on, let's go." he said, carrying the head out of the townhouse.

"I'll take you to your body." he told her.

"Then we'll get you somewhere safe."

"Yeah, chances are." he agreed, as they made their way through the back alleys and smaller streets. And as they got closer, Rylie could feel and sense her body.

"All right, then." Azazel commented.

"We're really close." he said.

"If you can, have your body meet us as we walk."