He didn't put her down, instead hugging her close to his chest. She cried into his shoulder and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, not wanting to look at the demons and chaos around her. He was at peace with his decision. He was keenly aware that fact should have surprised him, but he wasn't. Tiffany was more important than his suffering, his curse. In fact, Tiffany almost helped lessen the suffering. She was a bright light in his cursed life. He would kill one hundred witches, if it meant protecting her. He'd do it without hesitation, with a smile on his face. The witch screamed as he fell, and the mortals screamed with him below. He almost turned from the window when something in the sky caught his attention. From a distance, it looked like a giant bat. As it approached at an unbelievable speed, Jack could make out details. There were two arms and legs, dark pants, and dress shoes. It was a man. The winged man fell from the air, his wings collapsing for a moment, before throwing them back out and gliding mere feet above the ground.
