I'm aware the last few chapters have been a bit slow. I'm hoping you find this a bit more action-packed. Enjoy.

Black Eyes All Round

Uther felt himself thrown backwards and collide heavily with the brick wall behind him. He grimaced as he felt his stomach flip then heard the crunch of his body as he hit the rough surface. Something trickled down his forehead, something that could only be blood. Yet every one of his attempts to move, to force himself forward, was only met with cruel laughter from the figure before him.

'Well, Uther Pendragon, it seems you really are stuck.'

'Go to Hell, you son of a bitch.' Uther spat, but his defiance fell only to another bout of mocking laughter.

'I've been down there very recently, thanks to you. And I'm in no rush to return to that damned place just yet. Oh, you don't recognise me, Uther? That's no surprise really; I had to find a new meat suit. I feel this one fits a bit better, wouldn't you agree?' The demon gave a slow turn, like a child showing a new dress, yet a cruel smile hung on his face. Greasy dark hair hung limp around the face, illuminating the full black eyes more clearly. 'I think he may have been a biker, it's the only explanation for all this ridiculous leather. Though, it does all feel so…wicked.'

With another flick of his hand, he slammed the hunter into the wall once again, causing him to cry out in frustrated pain. When Uther looked back again, his features were twisted into a livid fury. 'I can send you back down there, Cenred.'

'With what army, Uther?' Cenred smirked evilly. 'Oh, you mean your little hunting gang? Do you honestly think I came here alone tonight? After last time?'

A slow horror seemed to dawn on Uther's face, draining the colour. 'As if anyone would help you after your failure last time…'

'Ah, you'd think that, wouldn't you? But mention the Pendragons, and demons are surprisingly…sympathetic. Or understanding at the very least.'

'Son of a bitch.'

Arthur looked down at the scene before him in fury. He lay on his stomach in the narrow walkway in the ceiling, having been ordered up there as surveillance when they'd first scoped the warehouse out. Then he'd been left alone to watch the floor play out beneath him. He thought his father could handle him, a single demon, but this was not looking good. Especially as the Colt dug into his hip, a constant painful reminder of the normal bullets they'd had to stock it with. Nothing he could use now without simply alerting Cenred where he was.

His focus cemented on his father, he didn't notice the man approach him until he was lying beside him. 'Arthur, we're surrounded.'

'Hell, Merlin, what are you doing here?' Arthur hissed beneath his breath, tearing his gaze away to centre on the dark haired man. At the sight of his bloody face, his eyes widened. 'What happened? What got you?'

'It's not my blood, Arthur. They got Percy. Surprise attack. At least three. Gwaine and Leon managed to get them. They had to get Percy back, take him back to Gaius or hospital or something.'

'How did they get the demons? Guessing they didn't exorcise them all?'

'Something to do with bullets. I don't know. I can't remember. Gwaine came up with the idea, actually.'

'If Gwaine had the brilliant idea, why did they send you to me?' Arthur frowned. 'Can you not see the mess we're in? And you're about as useful as this empty fricking Colt, at the moment.'

'Well, I could hardly help lift Percy.'

'Where's Mordred? Morgana?'

'They went with Ely to scope the place out. Morgana's convinced there are more demons in the building. She thinks we've walked into a trap.'

'And how right she is.' Cenred turned from Uther and looked up, his black eyes meeting Arthur's with a low chuckle. With a click of his fingers, the walkway broke, the metal bending as though melted by some invisible inferno. The two men rolled from the metal mesh, falling to the stone floor 15 feet below them. Uther heard a loud crack as he watched his son land heavily and fought harder against the demon's restraint on him. Cenred's head snapped back to the older hunter as he felt the fight against his power. 'Not so fast, Uther. First, you need to watch as I finally take your son apart, piece by piece. Maybe I'll flay him first. After all, with all those extra years you condemned me to Hell, I had to pass the time doing something. Who knew torture could be so fun?'

'You could have spent the time learning not to be a dick.' Arthur stood shakily, his arm hanging limp by his side, the pain visible in his white face. 'Then again, you demons seem to have a bit of an ego problem.'

'Really, Arthur? We have the ego problem? Have you not met your family?' Cenred snarled viciously, stepping towards the blonde slowly. 'You carry the Colt with you thinking that just its presence will scare demons away. As if just you entering a building will make us give up. Your father walks around, thinking himself untouchable because he's exorcised a few of us and we should now fear you. We don't fear you. We laugh at you. Because we all know about poor, little Morgana, and we all know there's nothing you do at all to stop it.' With that, he flicked both his hands and flung both son and father into opposite walls with a long laugh.

'What do you mean? What do you know?' Uther gasped as he was forced back to collide once more with the rough brickwork, knocking the wind from him once more.

'Oh, you don't know? How sad for you, Uther. Sad for you, indeed. Especially if you don't even know why she is what she is. What it is she'll do, one day.'

'What is she?' Merlin managed to croak, his curiosity too much to keep him silent any longer, as he looked up from where he still lay on the cold ground. 'What do you mean?'

Cenred frowned and looked down, as if only just aware of Merlin's presence. 'Well, you're new. What are you: Arthur's little pet?' He walked towards the boy on the floor, the heels of his ankle boots echoing softly on the ground. After a few moments of staring at him, he smiled. The demon bent down slowly and licked his lips. 'I know you. And I know your little secret. You don't fool anyone.' His words were met with mere silence by Merlin. 'Or…maybe you do. Do these hunters know who you really are? What you are? Shall I tell them for you? Shall I…?

He stopped with a shocked gasp, raising both hands to his throat, where a long knife lay suddenly lodged. The knife seemed to crackle, sending a fiery electric seemingly throughout the demon's body. He opened his mouth in a desperate breath, before falling forward to his knees, and collapsing in front of Merlin. With his death, both Uther and Arthur fell forward from the walls onto the floor with a crash. They stood slowly, looking slowly around the room, checking for some secret assailant. The room remained silent for a few moments, before a crisp, British accent cut through the air.

'I think you're looking for me.'

The three men looked to the double doors that had been locked and bolted until, it seemed, only a few seconds ago. A slim woman appeared, and slowly entered the floor. Long golden hung in ringlets around her face, where black eyes glittered wickedly. They continued to stare at her, increasing horror painted on their faces, and she smirked proudly. 'My name is Morgause.'