Azazel just sighed.

"I'll go out there to try and hone in on the signature." he told her.

"...I'll need someone to come with me, though." he then said.

"Someone non-demonic." he went on.

"Why?" Cain asked.

"Demons are literally incapable of seeing a Lazarus pit, except for the one that created it." Azazel told him.

"So I'll need someone to essentially talk me into the centre of it all so I can start sensing it."

"......" Azazel was silent for a moment.

"I..." he stammered.

"Hm." he mumbled.

"What?" Cain asked.

"I don't... I mean... I know you're a perfectly capable individual and all that good stuff about how progressive I am and that the next statement isn't meant to be some way to downplay you..." he went on, rolling his eyes.

"But... I don't... know what will happen if you accidentally fall in again." he said.

"Won't she become a regenerator?" Cain asked.

"...I don't think so." Azazel replied. "When a dead person is brought back to life, the Lazarus pit leaves a very specific... watermark... in their body." he explained. "The same happens when a living person becomes a regenerator, but it's a different 'watermark'." he continued.

"I don't know if those two watermarks can actually coexist in the same vessel." he admitted. "As far as I know, it's never happened before." he went on.

"One could replace the other, in which case I don't know how a dead regenerator could work, seeing as it's a logistic impossibility." he continued.

"...if she DOES become a regenerator, then her condition will be healed, but... what about her memories?" Cain interjected.

"They could remain unchanged, she could lose more of them, and it could be permanent." Azazel responded. "...though I have no basis for anything speculated here." he admitted.

"The long and short of it is... I won't stop you, seeing as, from what I've heard, the Unit's stretched pretty thin as is in terms of manpower, but please PLEASE exercise EXTREME caution if you do." he told Aedan.

"If you fall in again, and you'll need to be right at the edge of the pit to talk me into the centre, we have NO idea what the ever-living hell is going to happen." he finished, taking a loud breath afterwards.

"WOW, that was a lot to say." he mumbled, grabbing a bottle of water and downing about three-quarters of it.

Azazel pondered it for a moment.

"Ah." he said.

"Yes, Sierra, Rylie, or..." he started to say, before pausing.

"Wait, wait, wait." he said further.

"The aliens?" he asked.

"...they are an EXTREMELY recent addition to the Unit." he commented.

"HOW do you know of them? Your memory got wiped back FAR before they were even in this dimension."

Azazel scratched the back of his head slightly.

"Uh... yeah." he said.

"Bits and pieces are returning." he said further.

"Didn't think the info would be THAT sporadic and... well... weirdly spaced out." he admitted.

Cain just sighed quietly.

"Life is strange." was all he said.

Azazel looked to Cain and bit his lip slightly, before looking back at Aedan.

"Regardless, I'm going to be talking to the boss about the pit, and deactivating it." he told her.

Cain just nodded.

"All right." he replied.

"Good luck." Azazel told them, before they said their goodbyes, and he parted ways with them.

A short while later, Azazel and Sierra were in the park, slowly making their way towards where the Lazarus Pit was.

"Be careful." he told her.

"This pit is... unstable and not properly functioning." he warned.

"We really have no idea what it'll do." he continued.

"But we need to try and find the demon that helped make it, so they can be tracked down and hopefully coerced into closing it down."

"You were the only one available." Azazel muttered.

"And it's still a functioning Pit. Unless you are absolutely against being accidentally brought back to life potentially, then things should be fine." he went on.

"Also, what?" he asked, looking into the hole.

"The tip at the bottom?" he asked further, now looking where she was gesturing.

"Ah! Yes." he said.

"Yes, I see it." he told her.

"That where I'm headed?"

Azazel just sighed.

"I suppose so." he said, as he started to climb down the pit.

"Not sure how that would affect your relationship with your new boyfriend." he then told her with a smirk.

"Anyway, I'm going down." he went on.

"No matter what, do NOT come after me." he warned.

"Unless you are willing to risk a revival, and that pain again, do NOT come after me, even if it seems like things are going wrong." he stressed.

"All right?" he asked.

Azazel continued to make his way down towards the centre of it all, and when he got there, nothing seemed to happen.

He then closed his eyes, sat cross-legged where he was and concentrated.

As he did, Sierra suddenly noticed that his expression was now strained... concerned... he looked worried.

And the energy that was surrounding him seemed to be pulsing... as though it were trying to repel an intruder.

However, Azazel continued to sit where he was, trying desperately to endure whatever was happening.

The mana seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, until Azazel's eyes popped open.

"SIERRA!" he called out to her.

"RETREAT! NOW!" he yelled.

However, by the time he had said that, the mana had pulsed once more, but this time it was even more intense than before.

This launched Azazel out of the core and against one of the walls of the pit, seemingly rendering him unconscious... but that wasn't all.

Sierra then started to feel the ground crack and split beneath her, as she noticed where she was sitting... as well as several metres around her... was beginning to crumble rapidly.

When Azazel stirred, he saw that the pit had widened... but he couldn't say anything for the mana within.

He looked around, before scrambling up to the edge of the pit, and looking around.

And he didn't see Sierra.

"Shit!" he cursed.

"SIERRA!" he called out.

"SIERRA, WHERE ARE YOU!?" he called out further.

He then paused, and looked back towards the pit.

"...don't tell me..." he mumbled, as he watched the pit intently.