Who: Malachi, Christian and Dimitri What: ending this When: Friday night Where: Dick's main headquarters Warnings? There will be some injuries here folks.
Malachi walked toward the asylum calmly. The rage and hate he felt toward the leeches and their leader was making his blood boil beneath his skin, but he looked perfectly calm to anyone watching him. Dimitri and Christian walked with him. They had their own emotions to contend with, but he knew they had the same mindset as he did. The Leviathans would regret coming to this town and fucking with these people. They'd dared to kill the innocent, kidnap and hurt others, and they'd touched Malachi's father.
No one fucked with his dad. No one.
His father's demon had been so close to the surface since all of this began, but now it was out. He wasn't attempting to control it, and Malachi felt some sense of relief at that. Azazeal was spread thin lately, trying to toe the line, keep so many protected and not bring down the wrath of Heaven and Hell, but when he was in his demon form all he cared about was victory. There was comfort there.
When they reached the outside of the asylum, he nodded at Christian and Dimitri who took their positions to watch his back. The rescue teams were ready to go in, so Malachi focused on them at first. He wielded his magical protection at the places where the teams were going on and allowed himself to immerse himself completely in his magical abilities. Dick Roman had promised to make him pay, and now Malachi was going to dare him to do just that.
He was going to relish sending that son of a bitch back to where he crawled out of.