Damien Thorn had found his time here, so far, a bit... refreshing. He had not thought of this period in his life in a long time. He had actually moved on from it, thinking of it only in brief memory. And being back here? It was interesting. He had been staying at his old manor. Some things clearly were not the same. There was an empty room that he remembered were filled with toys. Or they would be years from now. And he did not have the movies or magazines from his time. Or any of the weapons. He had been staying in the master bedroom when his younger self had been out. Slept at hours that he was not present. He had, however, given some thought to revealing himself to.. himself. Perhaps later.
But it was when he strode into his bedroom and something made him stop. The lights were mostly off, nothing but darkness. His eyes had quickly adjusted to it, one good thing about being part jackal. The antichrist did not approve of intruders in his home. But he also considered that not just anyone would be here. His address was unlisted in the phonebook. This was either one of his followers, a member of the firm, or maybe those JL sycophants had finally located him. But as he paused, it was.. strange. He quickly knew who it was. And it made him smirk with a laugh. "Ahhh, now this brings back memories. Lurking in the shadows.. very impressive, Valek." He gestured with his hand, causing the lights to change. Not fully on, but lighting up just a little, enough to see him. "You're alive.. wow. I suppose your demise was exaggerated."