Michael had been in the rec room, lifting weights, when the little nagging feeling at the back of his mind sensed demon and he jerked up, nearly dropping the weights onto his chest.

There was a hellbeast on the property. Oh, like that was going to stand! He'd accepted he couldn't just go around smacking demons in the Manor, but no one said anything about ----

And just like that, the sense was gone again. Confused now, he left the room and headed toward the lobby, making it just to the top of the stairs as Raphael burst in the front door.

"Aw c'mon, not again," he muttered, having seen a bloodied Raphael too much lately for his own good. He shook his head and ran down the stairs to his little brother, only vaguely registering Failchrist nearby.

"Did you run into the hellbeast? Is it still out there? Are you okay? Let me see," he said soothingly, looking over his frazzled sibling.