Maverick | 23 | Demon
Maverick wound his way to the Hole. He stepped through and waited as a fire consumed him to carry him to Earth. The Angel was waiting, he could feel it. The redness in front of him cleared and a park came into focus. Maverick's fingers brushed the blade on his back, but he didn't draw it. On high alert he scanned his surroundings, the woods radiated with the smell of Angel. With a malicious smile, he walked over, his feet silent on the springy grass.