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Whenever. Azazel responded.

I'm free all day. he told her.

Just let me know when you're leaving, so I can be in my dorm. he then sent.

At least she wasn't on a deadline, that was something.

But it was odd that he would suddenly call her in...

"Right." Azazel responded.

"Off we go." he told her.

-about 6 months later-

Erica had been working at the Unit for close to 6 months, and she found she loved it. She had a steady job that was secure, very good pay, and she was still able to live in Canada. The glove she'd been made worked like a charm, and she couldn't see getting along in life without it now.

Her control and usage of her mark had also gotten more refined, thanks to Azazel's tutelage, and she was forever grateful for that.

She was currently taking a day off, stroking Felix as she laid on the couch, when she suddenly received a text from the man in question.

Can you come to the Unit today, and meet me in my dorm, if possible? it read.

"A glove?" Azazel asked.

"Yeah, they can do that, actually." he told her.

"It's rare someone asked for an article of clothing, mostly because clothing is something that can be easily misplaced, like a hat or something, or gets changed every day, like a shirt or whatever." he reasoned.

"But for you? Yeah... they could do that." he assured her.

"Tell them when we step out of here." he told her.

"Sky's the limit." Azazel replied.

"Could be a piece of jewellery, a coin, anything." he went on.

"Most people try and make it inconspicuous, though." he then said.

"Kinda like my ring." he continued, grabbing the piece.

"Granted, that's to glamour me up, but the point is, you'd never think this little thing causes such a drastic change in me." he reasoned, putting it back on and reverting back to how he had been.

"Physically speaking, anyway."

"I'm fine." Azazel responded.

"It just didn't want to cooperate at first." he told her.

"Was a bit difficult to wrangle, but I managed it." he said, handing her the vials.

"Here you go." he said.

"One sample for whatever it is they'll make up for you, and one for personal use." he told her.

"What kinda transport thing do you want them to make up, anyway?" he then asked.

"Well, thankfully, you won't have to." Azazel responded.

He then took one of the vials, and seemed to concentrate hard... very hard. It looked like it was taking all his strength and willpower, but he managed to separate the blob into 2, and put them in the vials.

"And done." he said.

"Sorry to have put you through that." he apologized.

"But mana that is demonic in nature... really needs a demon to be extracted." he said.

"Any other way, and it tends to... go haywire..."

Azazel looked at her hand, and looked at the tentacle-like markings on it.

"Right." he said.

"You may feel some discomfort, but bear with it please." he told her.

He then made sure her palm was face-up, before he placed his hand atop it. When he did, she almost felt like a part of her was being torn from inside her.

And she felt like that for close to 30 seconds, before the feeling subsided, and Azazel was holding a small blob of black energy in his palm.

"...whew..." he exhaled.

"This is heavy mana." he commented.

"Fair enough." Azzy replied, as they reached the lab.

Once they were there, a pair of special vials were given to them, and they were placed in an isolation chamber, so that her mana wouldn't drive the others nuts.

"All right." he said.

"Feel free to reveal your mark whenever you feel like it." he told her.

He then sighed, and took off his ring, revealing what he really looked like, and nodded.

"Trust me, it'll help." he said.

"Makes sense." Azzy responded.

"Glad to hear it." he told her, and she could tell how happy he was.

"So..." he then muttered.

"Question." he said.

"Why do you want the extra sample?" he asked her.

"Not many people ask for such a thing when they're having it drawn from them." he commented further.

"Nope, that's all." Sharp replied.

"It's a little premature, but welcome to the team." he told her as they shook hands.

"The next time we meet, it will be as colleagues." he said further.

"Now go on." he finished.

With that, Azzy and Erica left, and the former smiled.

"So. You're gonna work here, huh?" he asked.

"Hey Erica." Azzy responded.

"And... you want me to get a sample of your mana?" he asked.

"We're creating a transport device for her." Sharp replied. "And she wants an additional sample for herself." he added.

"Huh. Okay then." Azzy replied.

"Then I suppose we ought to get to the lab." he told her.

"I suppose so." Sharp replied.

"I'll get him here right now." he told her.

He then contacted his secretary, told her to summon Azazel, and they then waited.

About 2 minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and Azazel poked his head in.

"You wanted to see me?" he asked.

"Erica here did, actually." Sharp replied.

"I see." Sharp replied.

"Well, then we shall get him here, and see if he can't get the job done." he commented.

"But this is only if you're comfortable with giving us a portion of your mana." he then told her.

"Some people aren't, and nobody would blame you, given the specific nature of your abilities." he went on.

"Are you sure?" he asked, looking over the form.

"Well, we have the technology to extract a tiny portion from your mark." he told her.

"But... it may not work." he admitted.

"Ultimately, the best way is to get someone that has the same mana as you, and they'll be able to safely and properly take a small amount." he told her further.

"But your kind of mana and such is rare." he went on.

"Can you think of anyone that could safely take some from you?" he asked.