Even with the best laid plans, sometimes they simply did not go the way they were supposed to go.

Rajir's phone rang, interrupting him from his task. That task was finishing the drawing of a large circle that he and Johnathan were working on. The youth looked up at him from where he was drawing a symbol on the floor of the courtroom.

"Continue your work," Rajir gently ordered, an apologetic look on his face even as he pulled out his phone. He didn't recognize the number, but that hardly mattered. There were only a few people that actually had the number and all of them required that he answered. Standing up, the bald man walked away from the circle, answering the phone. "Rajir."

"How close are you to performing the ritual?" a familiar, yet unfamiliar voice responded. Rajir frowned as he tried to recall just who he was speaking to. It wasn't Brother Night, that was for certain. The voice was too demanding for the calm, inviting voice of his master. It must have been Brother Night's right hand man. He was quite brisk and straight-to-the-point.

Glancing towards the circle, Rajir eyed it critically. "We are nearly finished with the circle—" he began.

"I highly suggest you quit bumbling around and get it done. You have company coming, the kind that will stop you if you aren't ready," Reaper told him.

The bald man narrowed his eyes. There weren't that many people familiar with what they were doing, which meant only one person. "The woman is coming," he said, prompting for a confirmation of his suspicions.

"Correct. You're advised to undergo the ritual the first chance you get."

"But the sun has not fully set." Rajir darted his eyes to a window, which revealed the dulling oranges and purples of the setting sun and sky. "And it is best that we perform this ritual with the correct lunar phase."

"You did not fare well against the woman the last time you met," Reaper reminded him. "It is up to you whether you have a similar encounter or not. I highly doubt you'll get another opportunity."

He grimaced. He could see the point being made. Yes, they could leave and attempt the ritual somewhere else, but the woman had powers and she would no doubt use them to find them. They were nearly done with the circle. If they could reach a certain point in the ritual…

"How much time do we have before she arrives?" he then asked.

"Not long. I would say ten minutes at most. Brother Night has sent servants to delay them, but they don't seem to be up to the task."

"Then we will get started immediately."

Rajir didn't wait for a response as he shut the phone down. "Johnathan, we must hurry," he announced as he went for their bags of supplies. He pulled out a number of candles and immediately went about setting them around the circle. His young charge just looked up at him inquisitively. "We have interlopers on their way with the intent to stop us," he further explained, walking around the circle as he set each candle down at even intervals.

"That bitch, right?" Johnathan growled.

"Most likely. How much more of the circle do you need to draw?"

"I'm just making the rune markings now. Some of these are pretty complex though."

That wasn't a good answer. As Rajir neared the boy, he stopped and held the remaining candles out. "Set up the rest of the room," he ordered. "I will complete the circle. Once you are finished with your tasks, return to finishing the circle. We have less than ten minutes to begin and complete the ritual.

Johnathan immediately hopped onto his feet and took the remaining candles and got to work. Rajir just dropped to his knees and picked up the piece of chalk left behind and hurriedly began drawing. There was no time to be precise, he needed to be accurate and quick.

It took far longer than he wanted, but Johnathan was fortunately quick with his own tasks. After setting the candles where they needed to be, he went back to the duffle bags and removed a collection of totems. Each was a figure of monstrous design. Some had wings and claws; some had tentacles and beaks; and others looked like humanoid demons. The teen went about the room, setting down each totem where they belonged. After that, he lit each candle, their orange flames licking at the wick and wax.

Then they finished the circle. It wasn't perfect by any means, but it would do. Yes, Rajir knew that cutting corners in what they were doing was ill advised, but they had little choice. Everything looked close to the design they had been given.

It was now or never.

"Stand at the center of the circle," Rajir commanded, which Johnathan obeyed. Removing a fragile piece of parchment from the duffle bag, he then walked over to his young charge and handed it to him. "Recite these words."

"Are you sure I should be the one to do it?" the boy nervously asked. "I mean, you've been waiting for this moment—"

Rajir immediately interrupted him. "We have someone with incredible power almost here. I have a weapon that will adequately defend myself, but you do not. By granting you the power of this ritual, we can at least ensure that you will be able to fight back."

The boy slowly nodded his understanding. "W-will you help me?"

The older man shook his head. "I cannot assist you any further. My presence within the circle may interfere with the ritual. We cannot risk that." He raised a hand and placed it on the youth's shoulder. "You can do this. I have faith in you."

Johnathan numbly nodded and looked down at the parchment. Rajir turned away and headed back to the duffle bag. There was one last thing in there, though it wasn't necessary for the ritual. Taking a knee, he picked up a long, thin object resting next to the empty bag. The sword Brother Night had bestowed upon him would finally see some use.

Standing back up, he placed the sword down on a pew, then began to take off his shirt. A bodysuit revealed itself, which he had been wearing beneath his clothes. Kicking off his shoes, he then pulled off his pants, revealing the rest of his suit. A set of boots was next to the pew he had rested his sword on, which he picked up. Taking a seat on the wooden bench, he began putting on each boot one at a time.

He then glanced to Johnathan, who had yet to begin the ritual. "It's now or never, Johnathan!" he called out.

The boy flinched but that seemed to be all of the encouragement he needed. "O au-dite me dae-mon-es in-feri!" he clumsily read out. "Invoco te in hac hor-a, ut me tra-dam domin-i-o tuo. Do vobis ani-mam me-am ae-ter-nam et corpus mor-tale in mundum hoc se-cur-um i-ter. Veni, veni et ac-cipe qu-od nun-c tu-um est."

Rajir was pretty certain Johnathan had mispronounced a number of those words. However, it seemed to hardly matter. For one, he noticed the flames of each candle glowing brighter, in fact the flames were enlarging as well. For another the outer circle was beginning to glow as well.

Then, the doors to the courtroom began to slowly swing close. Well-lubricated hinges made the oddest creaking sound, something that shouldn't have happened, but was indeed occurring. However, before they fully shut, they suddenly closed the remaining distance, making a banging sound in the process.

The shutters to the windows held no such passivity. With loud bangs, they slammed shut, blocking out the sight of the outside world.

Suddenly, Johnathan began screaming. Rajir jerked his head to look at the boy, seeing the youth had dropped the parchment to the floor. His hands were clawing at his chest, as if he were in great pain. He dropped to his knees, the sound of bone hitting wood echoing throughout the room. "Gyaaaaaaaah!" he screamed widely.

"This is wrong!" he cried. "It hurts! It huuuuuurts!"

The boy's hands began moving up to his neck, grasping at his throat. "Can't…can't breathe!" he gasped.

The flames of the candles then leapt high into the air, geysers of fire that reached for the ceiling. Rajir instinctively raised a hand to shield his eyes from the intense light they gave off.

Then Johnathan's screams became choked, as if something had lodged itself in his throat. Though the fires were bright, Rajir could see the youth's kneeling body, particularly his face. His eyes rolled into the back of his head before the eyeballs seemed to sink further into their sockets. An inky blackness filled the socket, appearing as a solid black eyeball, yet also looking as if the socket were hollow and empty. It was a very disturbing look.

A pair of horns then grew out of the temples of the boy's forehead. They were small ones, made even smaller by the boy's long hair rising up and looking like a frizzy mess. A bulge appeared in his throat, which worked its way upwards and into the mouth. Johnathan's mouth then dropped open and a countless number of long tongues forced their way out of his oral cavity.

His skin then began to dull, taking on a sickly gray color. It was at this point that Rajir took a step towards the glowing ritual circle and placed his hand down on the floor next to it. An instant later, a number of the rune symbols began to glow in response. He did not speak an enchantment; he did not need to. He only needed his will for the circle to obey him. This was the crucial moment.

Johnathan then let out an unholy scream, one that did not sound like his voice at all. It was deep and powerful, practically shaking the courtroom as it cowered. No longer did he clutch at his body as his hands fell to his sides.

Rajir just stared at it. "To whom do I speak?" he called out.

The transformed Johnathan snapped his head towards him. Finally, Rajir wondered if he actually heard a bone crack from the sudden turning and twisting. "Fresh meat!" the creature cried out, its voice a higher octave than the deep roar had indicated.

Rajir focused his will upon the ritual circle, more rune symbols lighting up. Instantly, the demon froze. "What is your name?" he demanded more forcefully.

A strained look appeared on its face. It shut its eyes closed as its head turned left to right and back, as if trying to resist. "Your name, demon!" Rajir commanded.

"Jyzyl!" it cried out. "I am Jyzyl, servant of Nebiros!"

A grim smile appeared on Rajir's face. It seemed the ritual had worked.

The sun was just about done setting. There was a chill in the air that was colder than usual, or at least that's what Zatanna assumed. It had been chilly since her troupe's trailer broke down here, but it was a comfortable chilly, ya know? This felt like true cold was coming in.

There was cloud coverage too, and thick ones at that. The way here from the police station, there had hardly been a cloud in the skin, which allowed the setting sun to really light up the sky. That wasn't the case now. Some cloud system had swept in at a far too fast pace honestly.

Something didn't seem right about it.

That was probably influenced by the crushed car that was parked a block over.

Zatanna had grimaced at the sight of it. It looked like one of those muscley, eyeless monsters had been here. There was blood leaking out of it too, so someone had been in there. She really hoped it wasn't one of the cops Captain Leary had ordered to follow Johnathan, but she wasn't one to excuse something as coincidence; not anymore anyways.

"Be on your guard," Constantine warned her, standing next to the dark-haired woman. His eyes were sharp, no longer the indifferent ones he usually viewed life through. Even his tone was serious. "I doubt they're holding a trial in there."

Zatanna nodded. "You want the honors?"

"Please, ladies first."

There was a loud crashing sound behind them. The two mages just looked over their shoulders and, yep, there were a couple of those towering muscle guys. It looked as if they had just dropped out of the sky, seeing as the only damaged areas were where they landed. One had crushed a parked car while another broke and splintered the road in front of the courthouse. Each one was growling and snarling at them.

"I've got the one on the left," Zatanna declared as she turned to fully face the monsters.

"Right one's mine," Constantine agreed, orange seals appearing around his hands.

Each monster then roared and launched themselves at the couple. "Dnuorg nepo pu," Zatanna commanded, her magically energies flowing throughout her body.

As her monster charged, the ground where a foot landed suddenly crumbled, creating a hole that widened rapidly. The monster fell right into it, its arms shooting up to grab onto the edge to stop it from falling in completely. Holding her arms up, Zatanna then finished the next part of the spell, "Dna esolc." In response, the ground shifted, each side moving in until they all met in the middle. With the creature partially inside of the hole, it was crushed from all sides. The monster let out a cry, one that grew surprisingly high-pitched until it stopped, a greenish liquid leaking out of its mouth.

As for Constantine, he wasn't nearly as cute. Pulling an arm back, he then swung it forward, throwing one of his seals. The round seal flew towards its large, leading with its edge. As it drew closer to the incoming monster, it grew in size until it was practically as large as the creature. It collided with its target and sliced right through it dead center. Instantly, the monster split apart, forming bloody mirror images of itself. Each half continued forward, but fell to the ground, landing with a wet splat.

"Nicely done," Zatanna complimented her beau.

"Not so bad yourself," Constantine returned, a smirk on his face.

This made the dark-haired woman smile wider before she finally put her serious face on. Turning back around, she faced the courthouse, Constantine joining her. "As long as no one else objects…" she trailed off.

The blond man began walking to the front doors, Zatanna joining him. "Be a doll and open right up," Constantine said, his magic responding to his command. The doors swung open, allowing them into the building.

There was a foul smell that immediately hit the magician, causing her to wrinkle her nose. Her man did the same, though he scowled as well. "This better not be what I think it is," he groaned.

"I feel like I'm smelling Anita again," Zatanna complained. "And she at least had the courtesy to drown herself in perfume."

"As much as I rather not, we better follow our noses," the Brit grimaced. The two of them walked further into the courthouse, the sounds of their footsteps echoing off of the walls. Doors were closed, no doubt ones that led to courtrooms. They did as Constantine suggested and followed their noses, the smell growing stronger when they reached one closed door.

Constantine waved a hand and the door swung open. The smell became even more powerful, the two flinching from how overwhelming it was. "I hope we found the place," Zatanna said as she pinched her nose closed, making her voice sound nasally. "I would hate to smell if it became worse."

"The bitch has finally come!"

Both mages perked up. In the courtroom, there was a circle with symbols drawn on the floor. A figure stood in the middle of the circle, its skin a sickly grey color. Dark hair looked greasy and wild, and its eyes were pure black.

Zatanna had entered the room only to stop when she realized that she recognized the figure, or at least who it had been. "Oh Johnny, you didn't," she sighed with resignation.

"He willingly gave himself up for something greater than himself."

And there was the second voice, but this one she immediately recognized as Rajir. On the other side of the circle the man stood, wearing a familiar-looking body suit. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she could have sworn she had seen it somewhere before.

"Did the kid know before or after you performed the ritual?" Constantine asked, still at the dark-haired woman's side.

"He knew he needed to pay a toll," Rajir responded, adjusting the grip on his gloves.

"He just didn't know he'd have to give up his own soul then."

Zatanna didn't need to hear the bald man's response because she knew damn well Rajir hadn't told Johnathan. He had manipulated him into that circle just as he manipulated him into killing those kids. Now, Johnathan was no saint, but even he didn't deserve to be tricked into losing his soul.

"Release me," Johnathan's former body begged, a multitude of tongues whipping around outside of its mouth. "I want to eat her. I want to devour her. I want to bleed her dry!"

"He seems interested in you," Rajir observed. "Perhaps some of the boy's hatred still lingers."

"More like demons like to pray on women," Zatanna countered. "Though he's going to find this woman can give as good as she takes."

"Then shall we put that claim to the test?"

Rajir then held a hand up. "Do what comes natural to you, Jyzyl."

Jyzyl grinned before he snarled and lunged forward.

Demon Johnathan made a beeline right for Zee. The dark-haired woman just coolly watched him and then waved a hand at him like she was trying to flick away some dirt. "Og taht yaw."

Immediately, the demon lurched off course and went flying towards a wall, crashing right through it. Zatanna erupted into a cloud of pink smoke, clearly teleporting away.

Which left Constantine with Rajir.

"She's a destructive one, isn't she?" the bald man observed, staring at the hole in the wall the possessed Johnathan had created in its wake.

"She's not one I would cross," Constantine agreed. He was rather proud with how easily she pushed that demon away. She couldn't have done that when they first met. Hell, she handled those summoned servants all on her own too, and without huffing and puffing from magical exhaustion.

"No doubt that is a result of a western upbringing," the man continued to observe. "Where I come from, such petulance would be punished accordingly."

"I imagine where you come from, you do as you're told when you're told."

"Of course. What other way is there?"

Constantine shrugged his shoulders. "I don't judge, mate. But, I have ta admit, I'm not all that fond of bringin' demons over into this realm. They have a tendency of muckin' things up, and then blokes like me have ta come along and clean up the mess. I'm rather tired of cleanin' up the messes."

"A futile effort," Rajir said. "This is only the beginning."

"Not if I put a stop to it, of course."

"You can try, but you will fail."

Constantine held a hand up, snapping his fingers. This caused his whole hand to be engulfed in flames. "Mind tellin' me how bein' able to do this will make me fail?"

Rajir just gazed at him before shaking his head. "You will learn that soon enough." He then raised both of his hands, holding some sort of cloth in them. He pulled the cloth on, revealing it to be a mask that covered his entire head. There were a set of goggles sewn into it, allowing him to see no doubt. He then reached over his shoulder to a sword hilt and pulled out the blade.

Immediately, the blond man recognized it. "I see Brother Night gave you the Black Sword," he remarked, keeping his annoyance at bay. He should have known something like that would happen.

"You know the sword," Rajir responded. "Then you know that you will ultimately lose."

"Not necessarily. Case in point."

Constantine thrusted his flame-lit hand towards the man and fired a fireball at him. Rajir watched it for a moment before he sprung into action. He actually swung the sword like one would perry—or at least that's what Constantine assumed was a perry. He wasn't all that great with sword fighting.

Incredibly, the sword struck the fireball and the fire instantly went out, leaving only a small puff of smoke in its wake. The Brit blinked his eyes owlishly. He hadn't expected that.

Fueling more of his magic into his hand, he fired a few more fireballs, sending them flying at the sword-wielding man. Rajir clearly knew how to swing the black weapon as he continued his parrying, striking each fireball and making them disappear into a small cloud of smoke. Each time he did this, he took a step closer to Constantine.

Then he lunged at the blond man, holding the blade over his head before swinging it down.

Constantine just waved a hand over his head, his familiar seal appearing out of thin air between them. It was large too, hovering mere centimeters above the floor and reaching up a good couple of meters. It was as big as a man and wider too.

The black sword struck the seal an instant later. Much to Constantine's shock, the blade slides right through the seal, not a moment's hesitation from the initial impact either.

"Bloody hell!" the blond man swore as he jumped backwards, just barely avoiding the tip of the weapon.

The next part was a blur. All Constantine knew was the sword touched the floor after cutting through his defensive seal like butter, then it darted to one side before slashing horizontally at him. It happened so fast that he wasn't able to avoid feeling a stinging pain across his belly, the blond man tripping over his own feet as he lunged backwards. He ended up falling onto his back, landing hard on his back.

Rajir was above him then, holding his sword upside down with both hands, looking ready to plunge the blade's tip into his stomach. Clenching his teeth, Constantine rolled to his side, just avoiding getting skewered as the sword struck the floor he had previously been laying on. "Back off!" he roared, thrusting a hand towards the man.

What should have happened was Rajir should have been sent flying through the air. Instead, he remained standing where he was, his masked face turned to stare at him. He casually raised his sword up, reversing his hold on the hilt until he held it normally. He held the hilt by his hip, angling the tip towards the blond man.

Then he thrust it forward, lunging as he did so.

Immediately, Constantine used a teleportation spell, vanishing into a cloud of smoke, and reappearing over by the judge's bench. This gave him a clear view of Rajir, who had frozen in a pose, his arms holding the black sword out in front of him.

"Have you decided to flee already?" Rajir asked as he straightened out his posture, coming to stand comfortably on both feet. He turned to regard the British man.

"Nothing wrong with livin' to fight another day," Constantine retorted.

"That's another thing your culture and mine differ. There is honor in death in mine, thus we do not fear it. Yours strives to fight for every last second of life, even if it is an unworthy one."

"A bloke doesn't get much done in eternal sleep. Life is more exciting." Constantine narrowed his eyes at his foe. "Not to mention full of mystery. For instance, you don't have a magical bone in ya; yet, you haven't so much as sweated from my spells."

"It is true, I do not know how to use magic—yet. The sword handles that deficiency."

"Care to share with the rest of the class?"

Rajir stared at him. "You know of the sword, yet you do not know what it is capable of?"

Hmm, when he put it that way, it sounded bad. "I was a poor study in school," he shrugged.

"Then allow me to educate you." Rajir began walking towards him, holding the sword at his side. "According to legend, it was enchanted with archaic magicks, ones that allow the sword to render other magicks inert. In effect, it stops magic from happening."

Constantine stared before he internally swore. He had that kind of weapon in his bloody hands! And what did he do? Offered it like a bloody bargaining chip to Brother Night when he could have cut him down with it. That would have solved all of his problems, including this one.

Next time, he was gonna look into what these magical artifacts actually did. That way, he didn't give a really potent weapon to a world class prick like Brother Night.

"And now," Rajir continued as he held the sword up, pointing the tip towards Constantine, "allow me to show what it can do against the very magic trapped in your body."

The smoke dissipated as quickly as it appeared. Zatanna stepped out of the smoky cloud, the result of her teleportation spell. She was in another courtroom, though one that was more put together than the previous one. All of the benches and tables and chairs were right where they should have been. It was as if the room was ready for a trial in the morning.

You know, if you discounted the hole in the wall.

Johnathan, or Jyzyl rather, wasn't in sight. That didn't mean much, just that he wasn't lying on the floor as a broken mess like any normal person would be after getting thrown through a wall. The dark-haired woman began looking around, trying to spot the possessed teen.

"Boo."

Immediately, her head snapped to one side, just in time to see Jyzyl delivering a backhand to her face. Pain erupted throughout her face as she was sent flying through the air. Zatanna wasn't certain if she cried out or not, only that she crashed into something solid and broke through it. She came to a stop an instant later, finding herself lying on one of the pews.

Oww. That had really…hurt.

Shaking her head, she rapidly blinked her eyes until her vision refocused. She saw the back of a pew, though it looked as if something had been thrown through it as there was a large chunk missing, the edges of the broken piece of furniture jagged and splintered. Had she been that something thrown through it? She had a feeling she was.

Grabbing onto the back of the bench she was laying on, Zatanna began to pull herself into a seated position, her legs stretched out across the pew, but movement made her stop midway. Up on the ceiling, she caught sight of Jyzyl crawling across it. He came to a stop before turning his head full one-eighty degrees, his many wiggly tongues spasming with excitement. His black eyes zeroed in on her, the corner of his wide-open mouth spreading wider.

If she had been a more inexperienced girl, she would have found that creepy and scary. While it was creepy, it was less scary than you would think.

That was when drool dripped from its tongues, falling through the air towards it. It splattered on the pew between the magician's legs, instantly starting to burn right through the wood. Oh great, its spit was acid.

Zatanna spared a glance at the dissolving spot before looking back up, no longer seeing Jyzyl there. Ugh, where did that—

Her woman's intuition kicked in, and the dark-haired woman immediately teleported herself from where she half-sat, half-laid. She reappeared, standing on the judges' bench, just in time to see Jyzyl crash down where she had last been sitting, destroying the pew as it broke into pieces. Crouching on the debris, the demon jerked its head up to look right at the woman.

By then, Zatanna held up both of her hands, one about level with her face, the other flipped upside down, a mirror reflection of the other hand. The bottoms of her palms hovered less than an inch from each other. A purple light formed in the space between the hands.

Then a magical blast fired. It raced through the air until it struck its target: Jyzyl. The demon screamed as it was carried backwards through the room, slamming into the far wall. Gravity set in, causing it to drop to the floor, though it somehow landed on its feet.

"You bitch!" it snarled heatedly at her.

"Is that you talking?" Zatanna asked, an eyebrow raised. "Or are you just borrowing Johnathan's vocabulary? Either way, you're both mentally limited."

Jyzyl growled before it marched up to a couple pews. It grabbed onto the end of each pew with one hand, then with great strength ripped both off of the floor. Yelling, it threw one pew at her, followed by the other.

"Og ot eno edis," Zatanna chanted as she waved one hand from her right to her left. The first pew immediately jerked off course, flying harmlessly by her and crashed into a wall. "Dna eht rehto," she finished, moving the same hand back the other way, causing the other pew to change course as well. She was almost bored with that.

So when she looked back at where Jyzyl had last been, it naturally wasn't there.

Alright, this was getting—

Suddenly, the judge's seat erupted into pieces, the demon leaping up from underneath it and shattering the piece of furniture in the process. It wrapped its arms around Zatanna's body, pinning her arms to her sides. Its tongues immediately began wrapping around her neck, slipping and sliding until they began to tighten around her throat.

—old.

"Gotcha now, bitch," Jyzyl growled as it tightened its holds. Zatanna could feel herself being crushed between its arms and choked by the tongues around her neck. Instinctively, she tried to thrash, but found she couldn't do much.

"That's right. Fight, resist. It'll make this so much sweeter for me."

Zatanna stopped moving, unable to resist the urge as she rolled her eyes. Why did she even bother doing things the old-fashioned way? Yeah, she was stuck in a crushing bear hug, and strangled by slippery tongues, but this demon didn't really know what it was doing.

For one, she didn't feel out of breath. Pain, yes, but her breathing wasn't impaired. Faintly she wondered just how did someone mess that up.

"Elkraps dna kcohs," she said and her entire body began to crackle with purple magical energies. Purple light flashed over and over from the display of power.

And because Jyzyl was wrapped around her, it felt a rather…shocking sensation as her magic burned and seared into it.

The demon screamed as it jerked its arms and tongues off of her, howling with pain. Turning, Zatanna had her profile to the monster, who was cringing away from her, burn marks all over its body. She then held a hand towards it.

The crackling magic around her body began rapidly moving. It raced up her body and then down her arm, where it gathered around her hand. "Og yawa," she commanded before releasing her blast.

Evan as the magical energy enveloped the demon, launching it into and then through the back wall, the dark-haired woman had a moment's pity. It was only a moment's because she was essentially thrashing Johnathan's body. Even as a punk kid, he didn't deserve to be used as a demon's vessel. That reminded her she was facing a demon and her pity ended.

She was going to make certain this thing regretted coming over to this plane of existence. People weren't playthings for them to torment and use as they pleased. Jyzyl would be finding this out the hard way.

A quick note: Rajir's description of how the Black Sword of Mordred works is to also help explain how it was so effective when Batman used it against Raven's constructs in Seventy-Seven Shattered Souls. As you can see, it's giving Constantine a bit of trouble too.

Jyzyl is also a demon I did some research on. There wasn't any description that I could use, so I made up my own when he took over Johnathan's body.