Thank you people who reviewed, I'm sorry this fic has been neglected for so long but I just started my gcses this year and I wasn't ready for the coursework.

Ok I'm warning you, some blood and gore mentioned.

Not mine as ever.

I flinched as, as I ran as the feeling doubled in strength, I could never seem to get used to this. As they got closer to the place the feeling was emanating from, I could hear people screaming. People who were obviously terrified, screaming, not adults though, just children. When I flinched Constantine turned to me and I nodded to tell him that I was fine. The only way I knew he was feeling and hearing what I was, were his eyes, there was a depth of emotion in them that they never normally showed, even now in this situation, I felt privileged that he was letting down his shields for me.

We were mere blocks away now, and I could smell the stench of death. People say death leaves no trace, but death leaves his stench wherever he goes. We turned down an alley to be confronted by the flashing lights of police vehicles, I took out my purse and showed them the badge to allow myself and Constantine through. I got through to the yellow tape that always marks the site of a murder.

I gave one look which took in the whole scene, every detail, then looked away. I had seen enough. Constantine walked forwards and looked at the wrist of one of the small girls, she could only have been four or five.

"Detective Dodson? Come look at this." He remarked back at me. I turned back to the massacre and walked over to where Constantine was, I made to pick up the girl's wrist, but Constantine stopped me.

"Don't!" He warned. The look in his eyes was enough for me to yell out to the rest of the force, warning them not to touch any of the victim's wrists. I bent closer to take a look, it was a circle with two lines running perpendicular to each other through it. I thought I had seen it before, but I couldn't be sure. I got out a pad and drew it down. Well… I tried to draw the circle, for some reason I drew a cage. He took the pad off me and drew something with my pencil. It was exactly the same. He drew it with his eyes shut.

"What's going on? Cages aren't usually connected with massacres." I commented. He looked at me,

"The Arasque." I had never heard of The Arasque, whoever they were, he could obviously tell from my blank look and elaborated.

"The Arasque are a particularly nasty brand of demon, bred by the Devil's right hand men, they are kept in cages until He, has a use for them, when they are sent out into this plane to kill. For hours afterwards around the scene no psychic is able to draw anything but cages particularly this cage." On this note he held up the pad. I gasped, he had drawn another cage, but this cage was horrific, it had spikes on the inside of the bars and whether he had drawn it or not, I could see a strange creature which looked like a dog which was slowly rotting and its tail split into two halfway down, it was horrific.

"The fabled hellhounds I suppose." I half questioned Constantine.

"Unfortunately yes, the question now, is who were they actually looking for. You see this is just a murder because they were hungry. If this had been the actual intended victim they would have been mutilated beyond recognition." I recognised this tone from a detective I had worked with a few years back, he had used this tone when talking about some kids being

"Tortured?" I questioned, wanting to know for sure.

"The Devil doesn't care what happens to kill the person, only that they die. The Arasque always find a new novel way to kill someone." His voice went sarcastically like a salesperson when he said this and I cocked an eyebrow at him. "There's nothing we can do here. The most we can do is go and try and find the demons before they hurt anybody else."

"So what are you waiting for, lets roll. You track 'em and I'll follow you." He sighed and shook his head.

"I wish it were as simple as that. We have to pick up some of Bird man's old things."

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