Demon!Eliot - Open to Booth
Booth was busy giving direction over the comms. Trying to lead who all was left of the fighters. Hoping to god some of the leaders were going to take charge soon he left his comm link open as he kept his eyes on the chaos. How were they going to win this? He had no super powers or he'd lend them, all he could do was add a little strategy to those who lacked. Offer suggestions and direction. But in all it looked pretty hopeless, and that wasn't a word Booth liked to think of lightly. He was a man of faith and it was shaking watching demons in their comrades bodies attack to kill.
Jacen was hurling lightning and Vi was with him. Was she possessed too? What the hell were they going to do? Seeley had experience in wars, but not when the other side were literally demons from hell. This was not going well. They had to come up with something. Then Booth remembered the training. Traps. Someone had to draw the traps. A giant trap somehow.
He was adjusting his comm when he spotted Eliot in the crowd, and his heart sank. He had his suspicions that Eliot hadn't been back in the complex recently, but he'd desperately hoped he'd been wrong. When he saw him standing there watching he took in a breath and thumbed in his pocket for his capsule of holy water. "Look who finally made it to the party."