Sebastian woke up not feeling as bright as he normally used to. It had been a week now since Oliver and Michael's passing, and their funeral has been scheduled to hold later in the evening. Rebecca had spent the past week with them and it hadn't been the most exciting week. Ever since the Michael incident, Marcelo had gone cold and rarely spoke to anyone. The only time he spoke to the man was whenever they were on duty, and he wasn't allowed to have discussions that weren't related to the work at hand. Today was different though, Marcelo had left home the previous night and hadn't returned. He and Rebecca knew he had gone for a late night exorcism, but he should have returned before noon. He had switched off his phone and by doing so shut all means of communication. He knew the man was okay, but not seeing him home made him a bit uncomfortable.Rebecca had had enough of Marcelo and had left the house after waiting tirelessly for the man's return. She knew that Marcelo was trying to

Marcelo had decided to take a little time to reorientate himself about his goals. His focus was dwindling, and he was beginning to loose sight of who he was. He was getting weaker, and his last exorcism had proven that beyond doubts. He had struggled against a demon that wasn't near the power of the strongest he had faced before. His loss against death had taken a serious toll on his mental and physical health, and they weren't things he would easily recover from. His emotions were getting in the way of everything he did and it had greatly affected his productivity. It wasn't his first time loosing a fight, but this felt much more painful than any of his loses. He barely lost and when he did, his opponents often considered their victory irrelevant. But this time around he had lost two consecutive battles in just a minute. He had lost against death, and also to the Quinns. He had misused a once in a lifetime opportunity and an innocent boy had paid the price with his life. The guilt

Daemon devorator, Marion, translated as the Demon Devourer Marion was the manifestation of Marcelo's innermost desire. It was a weapon whose power only increased in the presence of demons and anything that had to do with them. Just like the name suggested, Marion drew strength with every demon it cut down. It acted as a multipurpose weapon too, as with every increase in its power, Marion would transfer the absorbed energy into Marcelo to increase his physical attributes exponentially. The ultimate weapon against the demonic scourge, Marion was Marcelo's ace in the hole against the otherworldly creatures. He had not used this weapon against Death, because it would have been in vain. The reason was that for all its evil, Death was not and had never been a demon. Azrael was hailed as a Fallen Angel, therefore facing it with a weapon designed to purge demons would be have been very unwise. But in a situation like this, Marion showed its true greatness. From the corner of his eyes,

The demon's eyes were now fixed on Marcelo and he felt the weight on his shoulders double, so much that he had to grit his teeth to remain standing. Having expended nearly every drop of energy in Marion with that last strike, he was left with a near empty tank to draw on. The demon itself was perfectly unharmed, as was the ground around it. By contrast, the area around them and beyond was utterly wrecked. It took one look around and scoffed lightly, although Marcelo could not really tell with how deep its voice was. "You humans really have a penchant for destruction." Marcelo cursed and tried to move away to rethink his strategy, only to find out that he could not even move a muscle. His eyes widened in alarm as he struggled to even shift his feet in vain. He made to open his mouth yet he found out that he could not even do so. Neither could he breathe. The same spacial distortion that had stopped Marion was also around his body. The alarm on his face must have drawn the demon's

Everyone present could feel the tension in the atmosphere but they preferred to feign ignorance in this type of situation. Edward was at it again. He seemed to derive some sort of satisfaction in downplaying Marcelo and his apprentice but nobody dared to interfere anytime he began throwing these tantrums. Marcelo heeded Edward's words little attention. He needn't remind the man that he had just saved their lives moments ago. He seemed to enjoy tabling people's bad sides than commending a more obvious good deed. He understood that Edward's words were correct to an extent, but at the same time he had his own reasons and he wasn't prepared to share them with the group yet."Shouldn't you be a bit grateful Edward? Marcelo just saved our necks back there" Rebecca pointed out and immediately, the ranting man's voice died out. Marcelo eyes Rebecca for a second before pulling away his gaze from here. In as much as she had done good by shutting Edward up and bringing peace to their ears, she