He was moving so slowly he was nearly merging with the shadows. Eddie's energy was reeled in to such an extent he felt ready to bound off the face of the earth. His senses were going crazy, overwhelmed with the sulfur and burning flesh scent and the almost physical trail clinging to the walls and the ground that swirled underfoot. He clung to the wall, breathing through his mouth so he was as silent as he could be, his thin chest reverberating with heart beats that were far too loud to be normal.

His hand was twisting the weapon in his hand restlessly. There was the creature. The demon. It was doing something... He wasn't sure what, but it had something in its clawed hands, furiously ripping it and growling. It looked like a nearly humanoid coyote with mange, too long a snout and a ragged, bitten-up tail. It was awful, and emanated a disgusting scent. Eddie shook his head, steadying himself to act.