Azrael glanced over to his brother, seeing straight away that Daniel could see things. He knew his brother well, and the expressions on his face was a way they communicated without speech. He looked over the building again, seeing the ark shadows clawing at the crumbling walls. He shook himself, ridding his mind of any apprehension. Demons fed on negative emotions, and their favourite snack was fear. He had to admit he was admiring how brave Mark and Mallory were for staying on the grounds.

"OK, tell us about the building. What you want done and what not..." Azrael sighed, ignoring his manners. He didn't need to sugar-coat everything, he wanted the cold hard facts.

"Well, it is the Rowanwood Asylum, served as a place for the insane, homeless and elderly for 50 years. We bought it quite cheap a few months ago... Don't know much more about it," Mallory explained, as Mark seemed to be still taken aback from Azrael's behaviour. They started across the lawn, towards the entrance to the building. They walked through broken and crumbling security walls and into an overgrown garden. The atmosphere was of rage and sadness. "We were going to knock it down, but things keep happening to the construction crews..."

Azrael glanced over to Daniel again. "What sort of things?" he asked, already knowing the answer. Mallory sighed and waved her hand as if trying to chase away a cloud of flies.

"They hear things, see people who aren't really there... Get attacked..." she said, the last part she spoke quietly and with a shudder. This was what Azrael was dreading.

"Scratches? Three marks, that burn on contact and only show for a few minutes?" he questioned. Mark nodded. "Do they ever draw blood?" This was a sign of a very powerful demon. Very rarely were they able to physically harm a human. To draw blood was almost impossible for weaker ones to do. His heart sunk when he saw Mark nodding in reply.