"Four more left, sir!" spoke a soldier, offering a salute to the Watchdog and Lion. In response, the blonde nodded, and his spouse answered.

"Very well. Tell us when the last patient is about to be marked, and we will surround the mare." The bluenette said.

"Yes, sir!"

It was a quick exchange, but informative, nonetheless. The duo was fortunately feeling less groggy and were completely awake. They remained close, however, holding hands and occasionally switching up to hook their arms with one another's. They chatted to eat other and with other experienced agents, confirming the protocol for handling a mare.

Apparently, once it without a host, it will mateirialise into a physical form and be able to be killed. They discussed multiple ways to kill the creature, discovering that it's quite weak on its own. They couldn't use guns, as this was a hospital, and the sound could frighten patients, nor could they kill the creature in the room that the last patient was in for the same reason. The team would have to capture it and move it to another separate room and kill it with quiet means, as they cannot simply remove it from the premises. If they did, they would risk having it find a new host whose consciousness it can slip into. In the end, the bluenette decided that his sword was the best method, and H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. had arranged for a room.

When the time came, agents were ready with nets and snarepoles, causing them to wonder just how big this creature was. From Ciel's memory, it was far too large to be captured with these tools, so he didn't see the point of them. He did, however, once the tattoo was drawn on the last patient, prompting the thirty year old man trapped in his slumber to finally awaken.

Theink of the tattoo on the man's arm began to bubble before hissing out a cloud of black smoke. It was surprising that the even didn't wake the man. The agents began to close in as the cloud sunk to the floor and started to thicken and form a shape.

The creature was small—about the size of a cat, with a long tail and pudgy belly. Its eyes still glowed red through the mist, and it had ears in the shape of a deer, but proportionally too large. As the smoke continued to seep into the creature's body, the image became clearer, revealing its face in the shape of an exposed animal skull, and its ashy coloured, soft-looking, almost feather-like hide. Clumsily, it stood up on both legs, using its hands to prop itself up before wobbling on its hind legs.

It was fully visible as the patient regained consciousness, and as the agents closed in, the creature noticed them. The lights it had for eyes grew larger and its ears stood on end before it attempted to take off. Fortunately, the agents had it cornered, and quickly herded it into a net as it screeched. The duo simply looked on in disbelief.

"That's the son of a bitch that trapped this entire hospital in the fucking shadow realm?" asked Alois, pointing at the net as the creature thrashed about inside. "The little shit's a fucking pokemon!"

"Take it to the other room." Ciel instructed. "Someone get the patient under control."

Doctors tried to keep the patient oblivious to what had just occurred while everyone else filed out of the room. The demonic duo followed as the agent carrying the creature struggled as it tried to wrestle its way out of the net. The duo and the carrier then went into the empty room, scoping it out before they finally commenced. They wanted to make sure the area was secured, and once that door was locked, the net was set on the ground with the creature still trapped inside.

Without a word—without a single warning, Ciel unraveled the threads of his demonic garb, revealing his sword. Drawing it, he prepared his strike, knowing what must be done. His spouse looked away as the tip of the blade pierced the net, causing the creature to cry out even louder.

Black liquid seeped from the net and onto the floor. It even coated the blunette's blade as he pulled it back out. It was short lived, however, as Ciel quickly stabbed the mare again with the blessed weapon, trying to hit a vital organ. He stabbed again and again in a calmly manner. It was almost cold. Each time, it shrieked louder and louder. Each time, it made the blonde cringe slightly.

Finally, the creature stopped thrashing and screeching altogether. The demons could no longer sense a living being. The creature was confirmed to be dead.

"Get the cleanup crew." The Watchdog instructed to a nearby soldier. "And get me something to wipe my sword with."

With a quick "yes sir", the operative left the room, leaving the demons and the soldier still holding the net securely. Alois finally looked back to the heap and saw a massive puddle seeping from beneath it. He wrinkled his nose at the sight.

"You killed Pikachu…" observed the blonde. "I know it needed to be done, but… fucker was kinda cute."

"All the reason why it's more dangerous." Ciel replied. "Let's make sure this thing makes it back to headquarters, then let's go home and sit for a moment."

"Sounds like a plan, man." Alois said. "I ain't takin' no naps, though."