Aiden shifted uncomfortably when everyone started gathering around behind him. "It only hurts a little more than it usually does... What do you mean it's moving?" He attempted to touch the mark to see if he could find what they were all talking about, and Rachel just smacked his hand away again. "Kage...?" He whined quietly, sounding a little worried.
Rachel frowned at the mark and shook her head, "The mark just got flooded with demonic influence. The mark is trying to get Aiden to go to the 'puppet master' the one who marked him.
"Put a cut through it then." Aiden grumbled. Rachel prodded the mark with her finger and then yelled in pain when Aiden suddenly twisted around, grabbed the angel's arm and snapped it as if it was a twig. "Bye!" Aiden grinned, disappearing as one of his daggers hit the floor.
Durendel shook his head tiredly, "Sleepy dragon. Tyrfing too much work to look after. Have fun." He curled up, tail over his eyes.
Angela shrugged, "I'll think of a name. Something interesting. He's a night dragon I think, Nocturne or something like that will do." She glanced up at the ceiling with a frown. "Athos? Can you sense demons?"










