The elevator door finally opened. Don pulled Mallory out of the small room and bid farewell. "See you soon," Azazel said sinisterly while gently bowing his head. As the elevator door closed halfway, he spoke with a wide grin. "Best of luck to you two. Especially you, Marshal Terrance."

Mallory turned his head in bewilderment. Before he could even think of what to say, the elevator door had closed. Don hurries down the hallway, pulling his arms with him. He then called out as he tried to keep up without tripping on his heels, "Take it easy, Chief!"

"I want to make sure you are safe. We have to get to my room," Don whispered urgently before he continued to ran. After opening the door, he let Mallory in and entered.

"I swear, if your father kills me, you're dead to me," Mallory complained as his trembling hands picked up a cigarette from his jacket. He locked eyes with Don, who blinked his eyes repeatedly and stared at him silently with pure and utter judgement.

Mallory sighed and explained, "I am going to stop smoking, I promise, but I just can't stop willy-nilly. I'm taking less cigarette each day or I will literally get sick."

He took another huff in his cigarette while anxiously fidgeting, "...How did he know?" 

"Know what?" Don asked after peering at the door's peephole. 

"...He knew my old name." 

Don pondered and interviewed, "Is there anyone related to you who Azazel knows?" 

"I don't know," Mallory answered while in deep thinking. "But..."

Don squinted suspiciously at Mallory, "But what?" 

Mallory gazed up to Don, "My parents are cultists..." 

Don tilted his head and wondered at the revelation. He took off his suit jacket and untied his necktie while answering, "Oh, of course. I knew that." 

"... You do?" 

" Yes. I can read anybody's dark secrets like an open book in a glimpse I saw them..." Don said as he tossed his suit jacket at his sofa, "...Especially their darkest secrets" 

He stared down at Mallory with a dead serious face, thinking of something very deeply. His blonde eyebrows furrowed and looked like they were about to meet. He finally spoke up after a minute. He then picked up a towel to wipe off his sweat. "I really should bring you back but I can't. I don't trust what Azazel is planning, especially with the disasters happening." 

"What does that has to do with me?"

"I know him too well. He's a twisted bastard than any other being. I don't want you to get involved in his plans."

"Plans?"

"I am honestly not sure, but I bet they are planning something absolutely terrible.

I'm just a subordinate spirit, a low rank, and only those superior spirits and principle infernal spirits are knowledgeable of the plan." 

Don goes directly to his bed and unlocked a secret compartment. He pulls out a holstered knife. He showed it to Mallory and exposed the double-edged blades. He put it at the table for Mallory to inspect.

"What is this?" Mallory asked curiously. He picked it up and tried spinning it around vexatiously, like a majorette with a baton. Don stepped back and warned. "Whoa, don't go swinging that around!" 

Mallory halted and grinned mischievously. He gave it to Don, who held it more properly and carefully. "This is called a Haladie. I took it from an enemy who tried to stab me with it. It's blessed from the church and it can kill demons more efficiently."

"You are giving it to me?" 

"Of course. This hotel is occupied with demons… Well, some humans too. But you get my point." Don holstered the knife and gave it to Mallory. 

"Don't lose it. Keep it at your side. always"

"Got it."

"Good."

Mallory stood up and put his hands on Don's shoulders. "Relax. Don't stress yourself too much." 

Don nodded and composed himself. "Yes... Enough tension. Well, for the meanwhile, you're stuck with me... In my humble abode." 

Mallory raised a brow with a suspecting squint. "So?" 

Don scoffed playfully and smirked. "I am fully aware you will take advantage of this situation like the wild creature you are, Mal… And I am your man for it." 

"Finally." Mallory audibly sighed. He  then sheepishly grinned as he sat down at the sofa. "Get me a bottle of red wine, will you?"