InsaneJournal

Teja's waking and realizing he'd been dead for six hours - far longer than he was used to being out, was only the first of a few issues he needed to take care of. The second was to see to it that Sadako was safe and well - and she was, though he kept her out of his mind for any idea of what had happened the night previous. The third was to show Gaz that yes, he came back alive and none the worse for wear, but to tell her that he had things to do, before he swept off to his room and took with him the one thing he knew could fend off demons better than any talisman made by mortal hands. The dagger that had plunged into the chest of the Prince. It was unusual - his hand still seemed scarred from the dagger's grip burning into the palm, or at least felt that way, though the sight of his hand gave no clue to why. He flexed his hand and then shook his head, placing the dagger in its sheath, and then into his boot where it often stayed. And then he ported to the one place on Earth he knew was the most dangerous for him to be, Monte Carlo.

It was like walking into a viper pit, figuratively speaking, and the redheaded man that arrived in a flourish in front of Crowley's office door knew it was likely either the last thing he'd ever do, or possibly the first thing he'd ever done of his own volition. He knocked on the door, and announced himself in his baritone, well-refined transcontinental voice. "Crowley, I come bearing no ill will and news of your Lord."