"Get back, Dru" he spat. "This isn't a good time for you to be mucking about." The Lothgar burrowed his face deeper into the gushing wound with a low, rumbling growl as Spike screamed. "Go on... be a nice girl and keep... keep from getting underfoot!"

Drusilla didn't move. She continued to stare at them.

"It is called the death bite," said the voice of Laibach. Dru tilted her head and leaned closer to study them. "It is a Lothgar's final attempt to wrest victory from its opponent." She pointed at his shoulder. "It will stay attached even after it is dead."

"Thanks for the infomercial," Spike said as he plunged his thumb into the demon's eye and twisted it around. "But I think I have a way to make old lockjaw let go." The demon's growl turned to a shriek but it did not relent. "And then again... "

"I grow impatient," Laibach said as he made Drusilla reach down to grab the Lothgar by the scruff of the neck. Her fingers sank deep into the fur and flesh and the demon began to thrash. It released Spike's shoulder to howl in pain and snap at the air. He tore himself away, leaving flesh and blood behind in the demon's maw.

Spike watched as his love, in the grip of the ancient power, lifted the struggling demon from him by the loose fur at its neck. Nykos gnashed its ruined teeth. Its single, undamaged eye rolled in its head, caught in the grip of bloodlust.

"A new day is coming," said Laibach to the demon as he placed one of Drusilla's delicate hands against its muscular stomach. "A pity you will not live to see it."