Private for Celestial. x Tiger

Clarisse changed into a crisp gray plaid suit, buttoning up her white shirt. Tucking a plaid gray headband through her light brown hair, she entered the elevator and stepped out onto the pavement, where Violet wad waiting in the corvette. "Let's move."

They drove back to the bleak building, sky a bright blue. Flashing her ID card once more, she allowed herself and Violet to be led back to the cage, where a wolf sat, head tucked onto his forepaws. Violet looked surprised as cameras blinked on.

Xander lifted his head slowly when he noticed some motion near the door. He saw the slowly blinking blue dot appear once more, and there seemed to be more of the suited guys stationed at the window watching down on his blank room.

He saw two women this time, but didn't make a move to go closer to them. He huffed lightly and pushed himself further into the corner, the pale light emitting from his chest glowing and dimming in an irregular pattern, like he was trying to decide if he should be aggressive or not.

As he studied the women, he found some familiarities on the one who had entered the room first. The thought of shifting back crossed his mind, but he would wait. He'd been waiting for a year and a half, so why not a minute or two?

Violet raised an eyebrow. "So. Are you the werewolf?" She asked, glancing at Clarisse. The message was clear: I'll distract the cameras.

Clarisse gave her a subtle nod and allowed her eyes to travel around the cell. It was pure concrete, only a slit in the roof for a skylight, allowing some light in. The door was the only way in or out.

Xander's eyes drooped slightly in an unamused expression. What does it look like? He thought, growling to himself as he slowly shifted back to his natural form.

Rolling his shoulders back, he tilted his head slightly and studied the girl he hadn't seen before, staring into her eyes. "I'm pretty sure that's self-explanatory, ma'am." He murmured, putting his arms behind his back.

He could feel a slight heat radiating from his horns, but no fire. Yet, that is.

Violet rolled her eyes. "Do you know what we're here to do?" She murmured in a low voice. Clarisse inched away from the cell, wanting to study the door's locks. It was complex, yes, but nothing she couldn't pick.

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Xander watched the one from earlier inch away, but returned his eyes to the newer lady when she spoke to him.

"I suppose so." He replied in an equally quiet voice, glaring at the people through the glass, who were studying the three carefully. "I just don't understand why you're risking your lives to do this."

His deep blue eyes returned to the woman, a somewhat hopeless half-smile on his face.

Violet's winter gray gaze hardened. "Because we believe you should be free," She whispered evenly, pretending to study the demon's eyes. She scribbled something on her notepad. "You don't deserve to live like this. You're a person, too."

Xander stayed quiet for a bit, watching her doodle something quick on the notepad. He looked back at her eyes, huffing lightly.

"I'll never think of humans the same." He half-growled, half-groaned. "You guys are so complex, but in a bad way. All this power you have and all you do is battle to use it for good or bad."

He admitted that the demons were somewhat similar, but at least their overall ruler kept them in check. From what he could tell, whoever ruled this place of the human realm he was in either wasn't aware of his own subjects' doings, didn't care, or liked the malignant things they were doing.

Violet raised an eyebrow. "Then we'll leave you here," She said lightly. "If you wish to stay of course, we don't want to go against your wishes." Clarisse returned to Violet's side, nodding.

Xander looked between the two, eyes softening slightly. "I never said I didn't want to go with you. It's just... hard to think someone would want to help you after being stuck with these people for a year and a half." He whispered.

His horns slowly cooled down until they were ice-cold to the touch. The demon sighed softly, taking a small step back, suddenly feeling nervous. This part of him hadn't been visible in quite some time.

He'd built up that faux-aggressive outer shell over time because of the people keeping him in this compound because he didn't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing the real him.