"They're here! And they have a nogitsune with them," Rosalie Barged in on Lydia and Maylee, winded by the distance she arduously forced her legs to travel after exiting the elevator.

" Wha... Who are you? Wh..." began Lydia before being swiftly cut off.

" They have great timing!" exclaimed Maylee, she then turned towards Lydia in order to answer her questions," That's Rosalie, one of our very good and helpful allies,"

" And the nogitsune is one of theirs...?" Lydia still struggled to pick her stance about Maylee's calm demeanor, sure she was over a hundred years old and sure, she knew more about their enemy than all of their minds combined, but surely even her could afford more facial expressions than the cold, counterfeit smile she was harboring.

What had this 'Apprentice' done to her, that caused her soul to be damaged to this level? The saddest part of it all, was that he, probably regarded her as one of his most prized masterpieces, the ultimate success story in his logs. Or perhaps, there was no reason to fret, and it was pure confidence she was exhibiting.

She wrestled her own thoughts, when she realized she was sinking much deeper than she needed to. The lights flickering certainly helped her with that task, she had all the time to shed tears of sorrow for the stolen youth of the woman before her ages away, poring her spirit into solving the issues of the present day, seemed to promise a much more fruitful outcome, then and there.

The lights blinked again and Lydia could swear she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure, he was there then, he was not. She ran out of the room, ignoring Maylee's calls for her attention.

"Stiles! Stiles...Stiles," she half shouted, half whispered his name, almost like the words clogged her windpipe. She burst into his room, in a huff, making Noah leap out of his seat, his eyes flashed with concern.

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"Lydia? What's happening?" he asked as she got close enough to hold Stiles's hand.

She sniveled before answering with a small voice," The nogitsune...Is back, he's back," she muttered, not taking her eyes off her boyfriend.

Upon hearing that information, the sheriff's mouth opened up slightly then closed shut immediately after, whatever he had to say seemed to have died in his throat.

" What's going on?" Liam's inquiry grabbed their focus, but before anything could be said, the lights went off and remained off.

" What the hell?" cursed Stilinski, a tiny click near Lydia indicated that Noah had picked his weapon up from its holster. All three in the room, abided by the voice inside their heads, murmuring at them to keep quiet.

She had the time to hear what sounded like steady ticking noises, similar to the one spiders make, accompanied by the cries of the air being sliced by a long and sharp blade. Liam's glowing eyes cut through the veil of unnatural darkness around them, as soon as the golden hue flared however, he sucked in a sharp breath and yelled," Lydia, get down!" before darting forward.

She immediately ducked, and threw her leg backwards, she thought she hit the jackpot when she felt a mass colliding with the bottom of her foot, she pushed it back with all the might and strength she could muster. The lights shone bright once more, for Lydia to realize that the man... The creature she'd just kicked, had barely stumbled a few inches back.

Before Liam tackled it to the ground, Lydia identified the supernatural, by virtue of the sword it brandished, the disturbing, nightmare inducing mask it bore to cover its face and the fancy all black attire. Stilinski fired three times at the Oni but in vain, they all knew better, they were aware that in order to kill an Oni, one needed to use weapons fashioned out of pure silver. It lifted Liam from is collar and trusted him against one of the walls.

"Out of the way!" Maylee stood at the door and shouted at Lydia, who didn't realize she'd moved in front of the Oni, she obliged, in time to dodge the sword that shot right past her, Maylee lifted her hands up to a defensive position, gathered all the air she could suck into her lungs, then let it all back out in a loud, agonizing shriek. The scream powered by her inhuman vocal cords reached the creature at the same time as the sword she'd thrown beforehand; a yellow gleam manifested from the Oni's chest the moment the blade stabbed through it, the demon imploded in a ground shaking reverberation, and just like that it... It was no more.