Sarah walked around the pentagram that had been drawn on the floor of Brendon's room, muttering softly as she stared down at it. Brendon watched from his bed, constantly shifting his gaze from the dimly glowing symbols to the witch.

She had promised to reach into purgatory, which Brendon didn't know was possible. He had never heard of a witch with such power. She only needed a drop of Brendon's demonic blood, mixed with essence she had in a bottle that she had pulled from her breasts.

"From the previous witch." She had said, rather distastefully, when taking the drop of Brendon's blood to combine with it. "She had enough essence to last for centuries..."

She had used most of the mixture in the symbols on the floor, but a small amount remained in the bottle she now held close to her chest.

Her mumbling had shifted into a soft hum. Her eyes closed, but she continued to move around the circle that was beginning to glow bright purple.

Without warning, Brendon's floor fell away within the circle. A dark pit swirled inside the glowing circle. Brendon leaned forward, trying to get a better view into the darkness. He almost felt compelled to dive into it.

"I call upon the sun..." Sarah held the bottle out over the swirling darkness, "I call upon the moon... I call upon the servant... And I call upon the the locked..."

The darkness swirled faster. Brendon half expected wind to start whirling throughout his room. It didn't happen but, what did happen was much more extraordinary.

A hand shot up through the darkness; a singed, red suit sleeve attached to the accompanying arm.

"Patrick!" Brendon hopped off of the bed and grabbed hold of the hand. He pulled, swearing when nearly pulled in, eventually revealing more of the young demon that had been killed.

Patrick dropped to the floor, shaking. His tail whipped back and forth, singed with a darkness that ran its length. The demon's horns also shared an overcoat of darkness. Soot, perhaps? When he lifted his head, his eyes were as bright as beacons. His yellow iris darted around the room before landing on Brendon's feet.

"They boy who never got to live getting the chance at death twice." Brendon grinned, offering his hand. "Bit ironic, don't you think?"

Patrick blinked up at Brendon, continuing to flick his tail. There was a dark ring around his yellow iris that wasn't there before his decent into purgatory.

"Feel free to speak." Brendon rolled his eyes, gesturing for Patrick to get up.

The demon finally took his hand, sending heat up Brendon's arm. He rose without a sound, quickly releasing Brendon's hand once he was steady on his feet. The heat went with him.

"Brendon?" He stared at Brendon as if it had been years since he had last seen him. "You're here too?"

Brendon flashed the smaller demon a grin. "Not quite yet." He winked.

Before either could add on, something else was crawling out of the portal that Sarah had opened. Vibrant red eyes and a familiar figure crawled out before rolling onto the floor. Ryan stared up at the ceiling with his chest rapidly rising and falling. He hadn't acknowledged anyone else in the room.

"Wait." Patrick looked at the dark hole that Sarah was summoning the creatures through. "I did die."

"Technically, you were just sucked down thanks to the angel." Brendon shrugged, watching as Gerard crawled out of the hole with difficulty.

Patrick turned back to Brendon. There was something so different about the younger demon. He wasn't the same creature that had been dragged down.

"He haunts me in purgatory." Patrick whispered, "His soul is still attached to the spell."

"What?"

"The human." Patrick's eyes burned with his words, "Pete."

"Puppy boy?" Brendon laughed, "Doesn't seem like such a problem."

"They shouldn't be clinging to us if it worked." Gerard spat, tilting his head up to look at Brendon. "How did you fuck this up?"

Brendon growled at the vampire. "I didn't fuck up shit!"

"Human error." Ryan laughed from where he laid on the floor. His skin was singed, much like Patrick's tail and horns. He didn't look away from the spot on the ceiling that his burning eyes were fixated on. "He chose a difficult one..."

"Shut your mouth!" Brendon growled again. He didn't need them back to be mocked. He needed them to complete what they had started.

Gerard rose to his feet. He seemed to be the only one purgatory hadn't really affected. Unless you count the thin scar from getting his head chopped off. Brendon smirked at that.

"We did our part and paid for it." Gerard glared at Brendon, "You couldn't even pull it off and you stay in the same position?"

Brendon held his arms out to his side. "I can't die." He said, "Call it a perk of being daddy devil's favorite."

The vampire bared his fangs and lunged forward. He retreated almost immediately, however, when a wall of flames shot up from the floor in front of him. He hissed, turning his eyes to Patrick. The demon held a closed fist with fire burning in his eyes. When he opened his hand, the wall of flames burned down to a small sprite of fire. It zipped across the floor and around Patrick before hopping onto his shoe.

"We are not here to argue." Patrick said, darkly.

Brendon raised a brow. The time in the inbetween had changed the meek demon Brendon was acustom to. He opened his mouth to speak, but his attention was drawn to the portal.

Sarah was helping another figure out as the hole was closing. It was someone with long blond hair that hung down in straight sheets.

"Who is that?" Brendon demanded, "We already have those involved in the ritual."

Sarah paid him no mind. She instead fully brought the new figure into the room. She stroked the figure's cheek, whispering something no one else could hear. The figure's head perked up slightly, but they didn't make a sound.

"Great." Gerard's nose crinkled in disgust, "Another demon."

The figure turned then, facing the room. Her body was littered with healed bite and tear marks wherever her minimal clothing didn't cover. She looked over each creature in the room before her eyes landed on Brendon. A frown set on her lips as she took him in.

"How disappointing that you still live to serve him while I was thrown to the hounds." She crossed her arms over her chest as she spoke, as if to dig the insult in deeper.

Brendon stared at her. She somehow seemed so familiar... As if she belonged to his long forgotten past.

"Enough." Sarah held her arms out to her sides. The portal closed immediately, sealing any entrance or exits to purgatory. She brushed some hair behind her ear and let out a soft breath. "I'm sure you're wondering why I brought you all back." She grinned, looking between all the freshly released creatures in the room. Her eyes locked on Brendon's. "Your mission isn't finished."