"You can try," Nick shrugged, "but chances are you won't be too happy about what you find if you succeed. I've died twice already, and all it's done is piss me off more."

Because something about this guy set his internal warnings off like a divining rod to an underwater aquifer, Nick felt his eyes go silver and the always dangerous tint of red at the edges of his vision. It'd been Hallowe'en since the last time he felt the demon's powers spike inside him. This time, he was starting to wonder if fighting it would be wise. Something about this guy was just not right.