Lev grinned at Rue, leaning closer. Her knife pressed against his neck, his slow movement producing a trickle of blood from his throat. He searched her eyes for any sign of fear for him. He stared in silence. The heat from air mixing with his open blood was extremely noticeable to him. It made him hungry. He leaned closer, pressing the knife against him even more.

"Ruebella. A sharpened stone will not rid you of me. You may employ this body, but I own it. You terminate that contract, and I have no reason not to terminate you. The "Whore" as she's called could do with one less child. And don't think I don't eat children. They're quite tender. You're older than what I usually devour, but you would do. Your skin, so succulent. Blood ripe. Your tendons. So tender, your tendons..."

He drifted off for a moment, beginning to salivate at the concept of eating Rue. She was powerful. Such power like that could satisfy his hunger for a while. He contemplated it while the blade continued to dig against him. After a moment he stepped away, laughing to himself.

"Oh, but think of those I will devour if we don't part ways! The prospect of eating you is enticing, but holding off means so much more! You win, Ruebella!"

He turned, hearing the motorcycle of the Meat he had eaten not too long ago. He eyed it as it came closer, judging the distance. He calmly produced the battered old revolver Lev had once impaled upon his hand. Removing the stake from his pocket as well, he grinned back to Rue as he spoke to her.

"I have done what I needed to do. I have bled the history from his mind. He does not remember-"

He stopped as the motorcycle screeched to a halt just three feet away. He eyed the blind one with a bored demeanor, as if he had just pulled some childish prank.

"Meat. Ohhh, Meat. I see you have delivered yourself to me. So close. I can smell your blood. How does it feel? How does it feel to know that I have eaten you? A part of who you are? That it has been broken down, consumed entirely? That it now fuels me, that it mixes with this body I possess? Does it scare you?"

He forgot Rue, stepping closer to the blind one. He ran the pointed end of the stake down his front, lightly trailing it across his chest.

"Maybe people should be crucified with a stake through their chest, instead of their hands. But it would ruin the meat...but I have stayed too long. Remember Meat, don't spill your own blood. Or I'll be there to devour the rest."

With a grin, he plunged the stake back through his left hand. For a moment he looked pained. Then, expressionless as his unconscious form fell to the ground.

Dismounting from the motorcycle, Shealtiel wanders over to the comatose form of Lev, scrutinizing him. Speaking to Ruebella without glancing up, he says, "So, it flees before me. Do you think it fears contact with me? I admit, I do not know which of us would prevail if it came to that, but why must it? Surely this entity knows all manner of... insights. I would very much like the opportunity to meet it formally. Perhaps next time."

He finally glances over to the Babylonian psychic . "What have you gleaned from it so far? Are its thoughts even decipherable? I can't imagine such a creature thinks in patterns easily recognizable to humans."

The grin was wiped from Dante's face as quickly as it had come up. Slightly paler than normal, he reached for his handgun. It would be easy...A full round. Headshot. But then he's only destroy the body, and what if the demon decided to make his new home in him?

"If I ever spill my own blood...it won't be for you," Dante muttered, resisting the urge to kick Lev's prone form.

"Well, I don't. He's useful for drawing fire, if nothing else. And I mean to get some answers from the demon, regardless of how long I have to wait." Shealtiel glances back at Dante.

"Do you have anything to restrain him with?"

Sliding his gaze over to Rue, he tells her, "I reiterate, if you're planning to leave the city, it would be in your best interest to accompany us. Don't let your ego get you killed. You're not a goddess, and even if you were, there are nastier things out there. This area seems to becoming quite perilous of late."

"To restrain the man, or to restrain the demon?" He jabbed a thumb towards the length of chain wrapped around his left arm. "I might be using that for other things, though."

"The man. I do believe I can keep the demon quiescent if it rouses itself again. And the binding would only be temporary. If the others did as I asked, I'm sure the vehicle they acquired will have something on-board we can use to keep him restrained. Just sling him over the back of your bike, if you will."

Shealtiel chuckles, the hint of something malevolent creeping into his tone. "If the theurge can stomach my presence, I can't imagine she would do any less for you. Regardless..." he takes a step toward her, "I'm curious about you, as well. What are you doing so far from home? What are you seeking? And why are you so quick to turn away an offer of assistance? I shudder to imagine how you've managed to make it this far with that attitude. But, if you're so dead set on refusing aid, so be it. Don't expect me to mourn over your likely very unfortunate end. I've absolved my thin moral duty in offering you my assistance. Do with it what you will."

Turning away, thoroughly disinterested in whether she comes to her senses or not, he gestures to Dante. "All right, let's go. We should get out of the city while there's still daylight. I've had quite enough of this place."

With a slight growl of annoyance, Dante lay Lev across the seat and turned his head to follow the old man towards Feenai's aura.

Michael sat in on the entire conversation, from Lev's demon to Ruebella wiping her hands of Lev to finally seeing the servant of sheol give up on her. But I still need her. "Then take this, good friend." He handed Altiel a slip of paper with a coding adress on it. "It's my inbox on the amorpha. We'll meet up at the seven churches or somewhere else eventually." He then approached Ruebella, extending a different kind of invitation. "Do you mind if I accompany you? I can tell you that I recently added slaying an entire Dybukk hoard to my resume." He then looked at her directly in the eye and said a more serious tone "I still want that information."

Up close, the face that Ruebella made actually looked a little cute to Michael. It was almost as though she were reluctant to face the fact that her best help came from the artificer she rejected the day before, but he'd never say that aloud. That would ruin the mood that had been created from the moment. He turned to the captain and asked for permission to take another car. Being directed to the garage, he was interested at the fact that there were not only military vehicles, but more casual cars as well, like motercycles and even an old covertable from before the eschaton.
"Well then, Madam Red. I hope you enjoy, the night's accomedations." Michael emphasize her name as though it was a joke to even call her that anymore, now that her real name had been said.
He motioned his arms to a car that he noted to be a masterpiece as soon as he saw it, the Bugatti Veyron, a two seater with a W16 engine-16 cylinders in 4 banks of 4 cylinders fed by four turbochargers. He knew before he opened the hood that the engine had already been adjusted for solar energy. Going from zero to sixty in two and a half seconds, he was pretty sure that most demons could be avoided if neccesary.

As Michael got into the car, he found the keys inside of the ignition already. "How convenient." The actual workings of cars were generally easy to recognize, since he would be expected to be able to repair this sort of thing as an artificer.
"We shall," he said, giving his most charming grin to the woman. After seating himself and buckling in, he started the car and rolled down the window.
"Captain, your service will not be forgotten by me. One day I'll pay your back; I swear it," he said shifting into first gear. He started out going slowly inside of the city. Letting the common survivors move out of the way he navigated to the edge of the city. He assumed it was away from the rest of the group because the large armored car was no where in sight. He stopped the car.
"So where to?" he said to Ruebella. In the back of his mind he wanted to get a lot of his immediate questions out of the way such as 'what would you like to be called' and 'what is your long term goal, anyhow' and he wanted to get his information. However to a person like her, Michael wanted to worked better than the last contractor and be cautious with his words, never saying more than what is polite and/or absolutely neccesary to say.