Demon!Eliot - Booth
"Truth. Right. You know how many hunters mutter something like that to a demon they're tracking and how often it's actually successful?" He shook his head once. "Not very often. Either the hunter ends up the dead or the host does." It wasn't quite a lie but not close to the truth either. All that mattered was that he believed it. "I don't plan on it. Got a couple of friends who'd like a change of scenery though." And all it would take would be depriving him of his anti-possession amulet.
Maybe later. Bleeding and a few deaths came first. "That's more the hell hounds' thing." He took the hit to the side, angling for the least amount of impact and swung again. He'd let Booth get comfortable, think he could keep up, and then the real fun would begin.
Or it would if Spencer would quit interfering. He'd quit fighting for control but every so often, a stray thought that wasn't his would be thrown in and he'd stumble, take a blow instead of block it, like the one that came down on the back of his neck. Lucian swore as he hit the cold, wet ground and rolled, rising back to his feet, and went for an openhanded strike to the chest.