[Salone]

Lev was oblivious to the grenade until it went off. The result was catastrophic.

A wave of fire attempted to rip the demon from his body, his very soul. The demon was not unseated entirely, But was at least knocked looser than he usually was. Inside the body, it was a struggle to hold on, a struggle for both of them. Lev felt his own soul trying to split. The physical aspect was much worse.

With the demon not in full possession of the body, his powers over the vessel faded ever so slightly. Lev himself thrashed back and forth in throes of madness as his body opened itself. Every wound he had experienced began to reappear, their time spent healing a product of the distracted demon. His neck ripped itself apart, only then to attempt to close itself again. Gashes reappeared. Blood splattered from wounds reopening all over his body. His right leg cracked, jerking itself violently as the wound was now free from the perverted magic of his captor.

He screamed, the sound unlike anything he had let loose before. The chorus of a thousand violins strung with the tendons of the still living issued from him, the sound both carnal and feral. In his insanity he added to his own wounds, hands both bleeding freely as he dug and tore at his own flesh. The map from his leg began to run red. Every gunshot wound he had ever experienced revisited his body as blood began to literally explode from old wounds. The cheeks on his face ripped themselves open again. The bullet wounds from the day before ripped through his body. A dozen stabbings separated flesh from bone, organ from tissue.It was if he had been caught unaware from a machine gun that would not let up, tearing his body asunder. And through it all, Lev lived. Bone and blood mixed with sand and dirt, made mud of his bodily fluids and the earth's body. And in this mud, he wallowed.

The body calmed after a while, the demon establishing his power over it once again. He twitched, mind completely gone as only instinct took over. The demon played his own hand, orchestrating the body to repair itself. Flesh crept back together and intertwined. The bone of his leg cracked sickeningly as it was pulled back in to his body. Fingers broken in his madness twisted and snapped back in to place. His wounds filled with pus and then sealed themselves off.

Panting hard, the body lay in a state of shock. It took minutes for the form to stand again, once again an aura radiating from his visage.

"Foolish girl. You cannot kill the Messiah."