The demonic entity continued to scream while Amara manipulated their mind with as much pain as possible. Overload them with torment and torture was the only way for her to weaken them greatly. Now having to banish them back from where they came from was going to take some time as she wasnât sure what this being brought with them. âYou must hate this.â Amara had the tendency to do small talk in order to pass the time. âYou donât like demons after all.â
And right on cue, Karina began to do her part as she acted out of spite towards the demon. Of course sheâd do anything for family. âGood, do it.â She was impressed with her daughterâs attempt at taking matters into her own hand, however her expression faltered as soon she noticed the tendrils wrapping around her arm. âFuck.â she hissed as she began to wield her hands together and blast a wave of aura towards the body. Appearing behind Karina, she grabbed her arm and slashed the insides of the demon while pulling her away. âWards up!â she commanded and immediately on cue, the demons were surrounded by magic that balanced between dark and light. Each dark entity began to make themselves known as they stood before all of Amara, Karina and the rest of Apollyon.
âYou canât keep us here any longer.â
âCâmon Miss Wolff, we came to play.â
âKarina darling, you were once dark tooâŚWant a taste?â
Crossing her arms, Amara stood there completely angered by the whole ordeal. However, she opted to take a negative into a positive. Looking over at Karina, she instructed, âConsider this further training. The brujos would have wanted this, but the way I see it, this is the perfect time to prove that youâre better off without them. Donât cave into the temptation Rina. Banish them now.âÂ
âTheyâre always so noisy.â Demons seemed to scream too much and there were times, though rare, that she could understand the words as if they were meant for her. Karina never told anyone about that though; she preferred to keep uncomfortable truths buried, even if it could hurt others. âI prefer it if they donât exist in the same plane of reality as me.â She admitted as she worked.Â
After Amara sliced through the tendrils and pulled her back, she looked up to see a wall of wards surrounding the demons, plural. She had read books and watched movies about humans being the perfect vessel for multiple entities, but she had never seen them even leave their host. They must have been feeding off of the ambient magical energy. She tilted her head as she stared at them and then noticed how none of her spirits wanted to approach them. Karina cradled her hand, which was beginning to ache. The bits were the tendrils touched were growing redder and inflamed.Â
âThereâs nothing that you can offer me that Iâd want to taste.â She replied, before shivering, suddenly feeling cold. A voice started to rattle within her head, speaking in a dead language. She knew that they wanted something from Amara, but she didnât like being targeted. She narrowed her eyes at the womanâs body and the entities. âWith pleasure, Director.â Karina began to gesture and started to utter a spell. Pieces of paper from her back pocket floated out in front of her and sigils appeared on them. The more she chanted, the louder the voices around them became, and soon she realized that the voice she heard in her head was yelling outside of her, coming straight from the woman. With the sweep of her arm, the papers flew toward the demons, burning their forms until nothing was left, but the woman remained, still screaming.