The bodies? She brought up a good point, but he wondered if he would be able to dispose of them using the stone in some way. If they weren't all going to be pulled into this hell she was trying to open of course. "Burn the bodies," he said casually. If would work if the stone didn't. Perhaps Viktoria's Moroi friend could do the honors if it suited him.
"My name is Azazeal. I don't live near the prison, but I have many acquaintances who live there." His lip curled up in disgust as two demon with large claws came at both of them from both sides. Azazeal lifted up one of the bodies from the ground and tossed it into one of them while Isabel took care of the other. "I've been living in and managing the Inn for some time now."
More guests had continued to show up there and they'd developed a routine of sorts. His thoughts turned to Viktoria when he sense a moment of pride and excitement for herself in the fight. He would be sure to inquire about that with her later. He sensed for Malachi and only felt determination from his son. The rage was there, but it had not become out of control.
Another one of the demons with claws ran towards them and Azazeal was growing tired of these. It jumped through the air before he was able to get a proper handle on it through his telekinesis and flew over his head towards Isabel.