Brendon sat in his room, watching Patrick whisper to the small flame that sat in front of him. This was boring. He wanted to be out working on his task for taking the overworld, not sitting on the sidelines. He had been given the task by the ruler of hell himself, but one human's will had taken his leading role away.

Patrick blew out the flame in front of him. It wavered slightly before fading away.

"Having fun with your task?" Brendon asked, bitterly. Patrick still had an active job in the mission, despite completing his side of the task.

Patrick shrugged. "I guess." He looked away from Brendon and quickly glanced down at the floor with the shake of his head. "How long will magic hold after death, Brendon?"

"What?" Though he didn't mean to, Brendon's words snapped out at Patrick.

The younger demon just continued to look at the ground. "I still see him." He whispered, "He still floats around me like a moth to flame."

"Who?" Brendon questioned with the raise of an eyebrow. He was still angry from the entire situation around his failed task, but Patrick had peaked his curiosity.

The young demon wore a blank expression, but his yellow eyes relayed a nervous fear. "Pete." He responded softly, "My piece of the ritual."

"That guy that followed you like a puppy?" Brendon laughed, "Why the hell would he still be following you?"

"The spell was never completed." A dark look crossed over Patrick's face. "Between the angels and your failure, it stood no chance of success." He covered his mouth after speaking, eyes growing wide after realizing the words he let slip.

Brendon's teeth were grinding. He liked Patrick, he really did, and he understood his anger after a double death and short sentence in purgatory. However, he didn't need more reminders of his failure on top of the loop in his head and the looks from everyone else.

"I should go tend to the fires." Patrick muttered before vanishing in a colum of fire.

Brendon growled, letting it escalate into a roar with the newfound solitude. He jumped from the bed and punched the wall, sending his fist straight through it. He pulled back and punched again, hitting the wall just next to the first hole.

"Isn't that productive?"

Brendon pulled his fist out of the wall and spun around to face the voice. Sarah stood at the foot of his bed, watching him like a cat.

"Ever heard of knocking?" Brendon snapped, trying to cover embarrassment for getting caught in the middle of an outburst.

"You would have heard it if you hadn't of been playing Hulk against your wall." She gestured him forward, to which his body obeyed. "Still angry?"

He glared at her. What should she care? She was just here to fix his mess so the ritual and spell could be completed.

"I'm on your side." Sarah said, reaching out to him. Her fingers grazed his cheek, sending a wave of calm over him. "I came because I have news."

"About?"

"Your human." She hummed as she sat down on his bed. Brendon felt compelled to sit beside her, so he did. "You did well with him. The magic still remains, but it needs a kickstarter. Something to let it take back over."

"How do we do that?" Brendon asked.

Sarah smiled. "It's already in the works. Tiny seeds at first, then you'll come in to solidify what remains." She placed a hand on Brendon's arm. "Humans are such fickle things."

Brendon looked into the witch's eyes. He could feel her power in her gaze. She was unlike anything he had ever encountered. He leaned in close to her. "How fast can you do it?"

Her smile shifted into a smirk. "It's already being done." She said, leaning in to close the space between them. "Soon you'll be the remaining key to unlock him completely." She whispered, brushing her lips against his.

Brendon growled lowly in response. The witch seemed amused, bringing her hand up to let her fingers travel down his jaw bone.

"Such a powerful creature to be contained in a living vessel." She mused, "The devil has such high hopes for you."

"My keeper." Brendon responded, shutting his eyes as Sarah's fingers moved along his jaw. "I'm his key."

"You're everyone's key to this." Sarah whispered, "You hold the power needed to complete the ritual and bring about the end of eras. Our faith lies in you."

Brendon didn't have a chance to open his eyes before Sarah's lips were on his. He kissed feverishly back, feeling his essence rise in his throat. He didn't care how much she took, if she even needed it at all. He just wanted her.

The two fell onto the bed before their connection was interrupted by a hand. Brendon opened his eyes, locking with Sarah's. Her hand was over his mouth.

"Save yourself." She instructed with the slightest hint of sadness in her voice. "You'll need it when you meet with Dallon again."

Brendon grinned under her hand. "I'll be ready." He tried to say, but it came out as a muffled mess. She just smiled down at him.

"I'm sure you will be." She said before vanishing. All she left was a tingling sensation where her hand had covered Brendon's mouth.

"I will be." He grinned, looking up at the ceiling as he imagined what was to come.