[Evil Tink]

Serus frowned, "Poor boy...I know how it feels.."

Mystic let his hand fall as the memories came pouring through. He slumped over slightly as he went back to leaning against the sink again. He was rather weak from the attachment process. Suddenly the boy fell forward and broke his nose, "Oh my.." He crouched down, picking Holden up, resetting his nose while he moved him to the bedroom and placed him on the bed, "That went..well.." He gently lay Holden on the bed, moving some hair from his face, "Anyone know where Solomon is? I think he should be here now..."

At that moment, Solomon and Hayden had appeared. His green eyes were glowing rather brightly for a moment, "At least, I'm not the typical fledgling." He tensed slightly, sensing a familiar presence in the room. Holden. Yet, at the same time, it was not Holden, not entirely. Yet.

He sighed, "So..why did it take me two years, Serus eight, and him only a few minutes? I don't quite understand it." He shoved his hands in his pockets, watching Mystic cautiously. He got a strange feeling from the demon.

Mystic stood with a shrug, "I honestly couldn't tell you. Maybe it has something to do with how you died, or how you're brought back, or how attached you are to the Living World at the time..no one knows. It just varies from person to person." He stepped away and sat on the couch, "Now, pardon me being rude in this, but is there anyone else I'll be needing to revive in the next few years? I pray not?"

Hayden shook her head, "N-not that I know of Mystic..."