Asmodeus continued to walk, even though on the inside he began to choke. The air felt like a slow poison to him. He had no idea what was happening, but something was in the air. He looked around, a small sweat growing over his brow, and then, he saw it. His eyes widened as he looked at the man standing on the edge of his court yard holding a silver cross. He must have had silver dust and shot it into the air. Asmodeus choked and coughed, letting Elizabeth go and running back inside. The veins on his face began to turn black. He ran too his room, with Claudia quickly following him and keeping him covered. Once Asmodeus was in his bed, Claudia ran back into the main hall, grabbing Elizabeth. "Follow me, quickly. My Fath -- Lord needs your help. Just.... trust me alright?"