She stood up and moved towards him. "I'm not Delilah," she said as she stepped out to meet him.Argent watched as the figure of a female gargoyle stood...up, and began to approach him. The scent of Delilah was there, but it was different, older somehow. His eyes pierced the gloom and saw her coloring, her red hair, and manner of dress. He saw something of Angela in her features... and then it all fell into place. "I take it that you are Demona?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest."Yes, I. "I'll have to remember that." She started to touch herself, rubbing her arms and her thighs. She was really getting into this. I was mesmerised by her. She massaged her boobs over the top of her bra. "Mmmm, this feels nice," she cooed. She looked at me and rubbed my arm. "Jen, give it a go. You'll feel great, I promise." So I did. I began by caressing my legs and then ran my hands up my stomach and over my boobs. I slipped my bra straps down and peeled the cups away from my chest. I fluttered. The child startled awake and lifted his head from his mother’s shoulder. He looked surprised at his surroundings and locked his eyes on mine. I thought I saw fear, so I smiled. His mother patted his back, and he quickly dug his face back into her shoulder. The plane began moving forward. The takeoff was smoother than I expected. The pilot was obviously skilled though he looked more like a mechanic. We were in a steady climb when I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. The engines, now that. My strength ran out and I collapsed into the pile of bodies. ‘When I came to, I was alone there. No bodies, not of the dragon, the giant, the demons. No sign of my friends, even though I knew Gunn was fading at the very onset of the battle. I was alone, but I was alive. Alive in every sense of the word.’ He refocused on her. ‘I sort of wandered for a while. I’m not sure how long. I finally found my way back to my old office, my old living place. Now that didn’t make sense either as it was.