The smoking gun

Zeldrys and Demona were suddenly inside a shack with no windows or light. Demona was pretty nervous about the entire situation. She sat in one of the chairs trembling and started pleading with Zeldrys about what they would do.

Demona: How will we ever get out of this, Zeldrys? I don't think we can truly escape them… they will find us no matter where we hide! This is why the Cabal has continuously operated in the shadows, so we never attracted THEIR attention! 

Zeldrys: You are overreacting. They are not an army. They are only three. With my skill and your power, we can defeat them.

Demona: You don't seem to understand the depth of our situation here… With their Holy power… they can destroy you! They can kill me…