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The prison basically. These are where the lesser law breakers and weaker demons are held. It is a very scary place, but it's better than being kill...well that is what most demons say.

Ooo ... Xavior thought it to be fitting to be hunting down Jeresous in the prison of Hellsing. He waltzed in without a worry nor care, his hands shoved into the pockets of his tailored jacket, eager to start exploring and find what he could. His was taking in everything he could, looking here and there, breathing deeply of the new scents. There were demons abound trapped here, weakened and kept frail until released, or never freed, and it was making Xavior feel his own stirring of hunger to think of it. He found no guards, but he could sense the barriers and locks that kept all of them in.

"Here, Jerry, Jerry, Jerry." Xavior called out, cupping his hand to his mouth. "Here, boy! Come out, come out where ever you are."
Without waiting for Minty, Xavior walked into the prison at a quick pace, and found the first marks that Jeresous had been through here. There was a heavy blood trail, fresh, and with his passing, he heard demons begin to howl in their cells. From fear? Chuckling, the vampire touched his fingers to the wall, just below a black greasy smear, brushed there by feathers and it made Xavior smile to see it. Minty wasn't going to like Jeresous any more once she saw him for what he was, and then Jeresous would abandon Hellsing. That made Xavior happy, for his own private reasons.

Silently out from behind Minty, Xavior's tall figure materialized from the gloom, totally at home, at ease with the dim light of the detention block. His pale hand landed on her shoulder, fingers digging in, and he leaned over close to the side of her face with a leering grin.
"Well, isn't this fun? Just your daily field trip with everyone's favorite b*****d vampire, searching the pits of Hellsing for a little angel snack. But don't you think they could keep this place any cleaner?"

Xavior wondered if being forced to wear ridicious pink clothes and watching hours upon hours of cartoon animation would rehabilitate any of the demons. Hm, perhaps a few, but most likely not. He chuckled anyway, caught with the funny image of himself strapped to a chair and nothing but Scooby Doo to keep him company. 'Rhosts?' But the howling?
"Mmmm ... perhaps."
Xavior only replied with that cryptic mutter, moving past Minty, his eyes fixed on something across the narrow hallway. There was a crossroads up ahead, and he thought he had seen something, catching only a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye. Jeresous.

The vampire stalked forward, his body poised with every fluid step, and he turned the corner, peeking around it. Xavior sneered and backed up, lifting his boot and the gray ooze he stepped in. Nasty. He motioned for Minty to come up to him, but then paused. He started gesturing for her to back up, and Xavior jumped clear to the ceiling, caught himself with his hands just as something too quick to be seen gouged out the floor in the spot he had just been standing. Xavior landed and skipped back to Minty.
"Methinks he's not happy to see me."

Xavior smirked at Minty's thoughts and her habit to randomly speak telepathically. He found it to be funny, and he dipped to drag his finger across the floor, coming back up with a glob of the gray black substance. It had the consistency and color of crude oil, thick and slowly dripping, slick and sticky. And because already Minty didn't like him, the vampire casually wiped his hand off clean on Minty's clothes, smearing it across her back. Then Xavior grabbed her shoulder to lead her on.
"Do what I do." He advised as he walked along the corridor. "Keep your voice low. Stay calm. And then you may have more." The black ooze was becoming thicker, thicker then the splatter of the blood trail with every few feet until it coated wall to wall and they couldn't help but step in it. It was very slippery.
"But don't you see it?"

The lights overhead were blown at the end of the hallway, and all that waited was darkness, but Xavior could already see what was huddled at the farthest corner - Jeresous. Feathered wings, the same shimmering white feathers, wrapped tightly around the body curled and cocooned within, but they were stained with the thick ooze that spread out all over, soaked in it.
"Jerry boy ..." Xavior called out softly, crooning so sweetly as he prowled closer to the mass of slime and feathers. "Oh dear, you don't look so good, buddy. There was an accident, wasn't there? You can forgive me, can't you? I always pull crap like that, 'cause I can't help it, but Minty didn't mean it. She didn't know, but now we're here to help. Isn't that right?"
Xavior glanced over his shoulder, motioning for Minty to speak up.

The soft glossy feathers shivered when Minty laid hands on them, Jeresous feeling her there, hearing her, but her work to try to clean the slime off was a futile effort. Even as she wiped it off, getting herself filthy in the process, there was a wet retching sound, and more oozed out, slowly dripping and spreading across the floor. The angel vomited a second time, coughing and hacking, and in a weak voice, called out to her.
"Minty? ... Do not blame yourself."

The wings covering Jeresous shuddered and began to shift, unfurling, and revealing another feathered pair below. Like the petals of a flower, the six wings of a seraphim opened and folded behind him, merging back into one until there was the angel Minty could recognize - Jeresous huddled in the middle of the mess, his legs folded underneath him, his arms slack at his sides. His white clothing was were more gray then white and streaked with black, his blonde hair stringy with the ooze. He looked utterly defeated, exhausted and miserable, weighted down by the long heavy chains snaking out around him attached to the silver and etched manacles clasped on both his wrists.

Rin burst into the Detention block, his eyes cloudy because he was unconsious. He pulled a knife out of his boot and stared in the direction of Minty, Xavior, and Jeresous.

Rin shuffled for a few moments and then, in a full run, charged towards them.