@irishroulette
Asking for help did not come easy for this demon, and even when he was run down, he still had to take the time to convince himself that he wasn’t about to make a mistake. The issue was trust, something he didn’t freely hand out, but all that and his pride simply now had to take a back seat.
His destination was the home of a friend of a friend. He was given the address and number a while back, threw the note away, never actually thought he’d need it. Luckily for him, he had a good memory and could recall the address. A warning, a phone call announcing his arrival would have been ideal, but he had lost that and his motorbike a while back down the state, against his own free will I may add. In fact, he had traveled to the outer edge of the property on foot, avoiding main roads and only stopping due to sensing something abnormal around the property he was meant to enter. It wasn’t unusual for supernaturals to ward their homes, so he hesitated pacing up and down the barrier.
It took him some time, studying what to the normal eye wouldn’t even perceive. Contemplation, if he should risk it and dash through, even did a little awkward step-step before chickening out. Eventually he settled on the decision: Hands raised, and fingers fanning open to muster up dark energy to fling forward against the barrier. He hoped for a flare effect, grabbing someones attention to investigate so he could talk. And this way, he at least had the advantage.
