He sits quietly, as usual, in his rocker before the fireplace in his bedroom. It's a cozy scene, really. A blanket pulled over his lap and his barefeet splayed out, soaking in the warmth of the fire. Sipping a cup of hot cocoa, he's ready for the next Frat with a problem. You see, that's what he does. Call him a counselor, brother, friend and even mentor.

Over the last few weeks there had been a disturbing increase in violent acts commited by the brothers. One in particular, but there were others. It was if there were demons loose in the Frat compound. He channels his thoughts to that one thing. Concentrating, he stares into the fire, his onyx eyes glittering dangerously.

He leans his head back suddenly and opens his mouth wide. What looks like billions of tiny black flies shoot from his mouth, to the ceiling. He stares at them for a long while once they are all out. It had exhausted himself to do it, but he had to.

He'd absorbed the demon into himself and had expelled it through his mouth. This leaves him exhausted and as the cloud of black spots disappates he falls asleep.