It was after the funeral. Mark felt a little colder inside. He shouldn't have gone back to get a second look at the grave sight after everyone left. But Nabu had been louder than normal. That was starting to grate on his nerves a great deal.

He wondered if he was going mad at the grave yard but he had taken a long look with both his eyes and with magic and felt himself howling with rage he couldn't quite express. He had felt just where Darius' soul had gone. It was very strange just knowing what had happened

He couldn't leave Darius at the hands of the demons who took his soul on his death. He refused to let this go unanswered. He didn't want to fail the man who could have been his real brother if things had been different. What Mark did know is he couldn't do this alone so he picked up his cell phone and made a call.

Come on, pal. Pick up. Mark has no idea if he can do this on his own.