The very next day, the duo began scouring the campus for members of Cerberus, being mindful of the plain-clothes H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. operatives in the area doing the same. Neither party wanted to hinder the other, as they both shared a common goal. Cerberus was at King's College.

Both men scoured the campus for any hint of supernatural energy, shivering as the cold air whipped their cheeks, and pulling up the collars of their coats in order to hopefully shield themselves from it. As much as Alois didn't want to, he strayed from the path and into the snow-covered patches in between, where grass once stood against concrete. He stepped carefully as to not slip and fall into the snow. It was melted underneath and frozen again into ice. The menace only strayed so that he could cover more ground and get into more obscure places.

His teeth grit together tightly and his hands clenched into fists in his pockets; his arms brought in close to his body as he tried to stay warm. It wasn't as bad as it was for the nearby humans, but he was still cold. Steam escaped his nose and mouth as he breathed in and out. It felt as though he were inhaling glass before long. He wasn't finding anything. His focus was too clouded by the fact that he was freezing in order to pick up anything.

Alois wanted to go inside. Instead, he continued his search, despite the fact that it felt as though he had been outside for hours. His nose and ears were frozen, but he didn't really need them at the moment. Even without their help, he pick up a small blip nearby. At last, he grinned, digging into his coat for his phone.

"Ciel! I'm sensing something over by the library. I'm gonna go check it out." The blonde informed as he spoke into the device. His legs began moving in that direction, but his beau instructed him otherwise.

"Wait until I get there." Ciel replied on the other end. "We don't want a repeat of last time. Just tail them so they won't get away. We'll take them down together."

"Roger that, sweetie." Answered the menace, hanging up. Then, he did as he was told, and began following his target at a safe distance.

Even with Kaspar gone, Alois was still armed. Ciel had simply given him his own gun, Zamiel, to borrow, as Ciel had his sword sewn into his demonic garb to be retrieved at any time. This time, Alois had to be ready for combat, just in case. It wasn't good that he was cold. It made it difficult to move with his muscles already so tense.

Pastel eyes flashes crimson a few times as the menace attempted to warm himself up. His breath came out in thick fog as his temperature rose, and his body began to relax. Yes, this would do nicely. Alois was ready for battle as his target still moved.

It felt as though they were speeding up, so the menace did the same. There was no doubt in the man's mind that he had been sensed by his foe. The Macken's pace quickened, matching the other's, and it was not long before he was running.

"Fucker…" he growled under his breath, trying to keep up. The menace pulled out his phone again, hastily dialing before calling the bluenette.

"They're making a run for it! I'm going in, at least to stall them." Alois said, much to the bluenette's skepticism.

"No! Wait just a little longer! I'm almost there!" barked the watchdog, causing the other man to shake his head.

"I'll be fine. It's just to stall, alright? Then you get here and we finish it." The Macken stated.

"Fine… Just be careful, you hear me?"

"You got it, babe. Kisses!" Alois said, hanging up again. Now, he wasn't holding anything back. He dashed at full speed in order to catch up to his target, doing so with ease.

Before long, a man in a long black coat and a hat came into view, and there was no doubt in the blonde's mine that it was them. Their presence felt familiar. Judging by the long pale hair from the back, it was most likely Araneus. The demon was running away, but Alois had other things in mind.

"Oh, no you don't!" he declared, spotting an icy patch on the sidewalk. Upon reaching it, he forced himself to stop moving his legs, thus sliding forward. He ended up on the other side of the man, slamming his foot down on solid ground in order to stop his momentum.

"A-ha!" he declared, cocking his arm back and lunging at the other demon. Araneus ducked, however, so when the blonde punched, he only knocked off his hat. The blonde's assailant quickly swung his arm, hurling his briefcase at the menace, but the man didn't back down. Instead, Alois punched it, too, knocking it clean out of his attacker's hand. Now, his foe was unarmed. It was going to be easy to take him down.

Quickly, Alois reached into his coat, gripping the handle of Zamiel. Setting his sights on his attacker, however, he froze—his icy blue eyes widening at the sight. Araneus' face. He hadn't completely registered it before, and now that the demon was taking on a more "human-like" appearance, his appearance was all the more shocking.

He appeared to be in his thirties, like Alois remembered him as Blackjack, but his face took on a new meaning, now—or rather, an old one. The man had a square jaw, beady blue eyes, and two square-ish teeth protruding noticeably from his mouth. He looked up at Alois with almost equal amounts of shock, but then his face contorted into a grin. Alois knew that grin; that sick, twisted, depraved grin. It forced the menace to take a few steps back, all while his eyes never left that face for a moment.

"You…" murmured Araneus, tilting his head as the gears inside of it began to turn. "You look… familiar…"

"No…" breathed the menace, his muscles tensing, his heart racing, and sweat collecting at his brow and trickling down his neck. He wanted to run away. He needed to run away. Despite knowing this, he was paralyzed by fear. "No, no, no, no…"

"I know your face…" the other demon said aloud, straightening his back. "I know you… You… were alive when I was… You're… Oh, no… Wait… Your eyes have changed…"

Every nerve in the blonde's body was on edge as the man spoke, the gravely sound of his voice scratching against his ears. His grip on the gun tightened as his hand began to shake. Alois shook his head, his feet still shuffling backwards.

"You've grown up quite nicely, Jim Macken…"