Christian | Issac | Elia
Serious though their errand might have been, Elia found that it was difficult to stay too serious with Issac there with her. She had pulled him along with her when they decided to split up, preferring the gentle running commentary of his telepathic bond over Naamah's complaining about... everything.
Besides, she didn't get to see Christian naked, even in his demonic form, anywhere near often enough.
Elia followed the demon's lead, sending her own dark power out in waves around them, serving both to mask their presence somewhat and to search for anything of interest. As a result, they were accompanied by a small, silent band of darklings, the pint-sized shadow-monsters fanned out around them. They tended to discourage mundane predators and provide good early-warning for the supernatural sort.
"Because I was tired of her whining," the witch replied absently, moving a few steps ahead of Issac, coming abreast with their demonic companion. The energy had changed steadily, but the open area was markedly different. Dark, painful. Elia could taste blood on the back of her tongue, old and coppery, and... something else. More recent, but annoyingly faint. It ghosted across her magical senses, leaving her with only vague impressions.
"Death and pain," she offered after a few seconds. "But not recent. The recent activity is different... strangely faint. I can taste something, but it comes and goes."