supernatural

Surgat wasn’t going anywhere soon, so I left the demon be. We exited the study and my young ward led me through the house towards what I hoped was Lance's room. The upper corridors were still an unhelpful maze to me, but once we found the stairs down to the ground floor, Con had a much better time leading. I suppose he has spent more time stealing from this part of the house. The workers were much more cautious around me while Con was at my side. I suppose word of our battles had spread further. One would think our presence would calm them, seeing as we won both scrapes, but fear is rarely rational.

“Branner, what happened here?” The Doctor was relatively calm considering the chaos engulfing his home. “What do you think happened here? That madman has brought havoc upon your home!” The…

\"Between the dust, blood, and outlines of wounds, I could see his entire form. The serpent tail fused to the humanoid torso was as strange as last time, but there was a stranger sense to it. Like it didn\'t belong, even to such a foul beast as this.\"

\"I try to push myself off the ground when I hear my protege crash into the beast. The sound of breaking wood tells me they landed on one of the fallen bookshelves. I can\'t waste too much time. I use my cane to pull myself back to my feet. Looking over, I see Con grappling with our unseeable enemy.\"

My fingers just barely brushing against it, I curse my situation. I\'m not close enough. And I can feel the bookshelf wobbling beneath my grip. The shelf starts to lean over. I quickly adjust my weight, hoping to counterbalance it. The book-filled piece of furniture falls back into place. That was too close. All right, it\'s time to try something else. At that moment a deep and loud roar pierces the air. No. No, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no! NO!

Con calls for me. Did he find something already? I leave Lance and rush down to the other end of the aisle of books. There, Con was staring at something off in the corner of the room. Something hidden by the shelves from where I was in the front of the room. Something for which I was not prepared.

I am finding myself more and more perplexed. My studies were more on the material reality of demonic beings. To think they could draw power from a concept is baffling to me. Is it a trick? Is it a lie? Nothing to do but trust it if it’s the truth, and play along until I can figure it out if it isn’t.

\"He went back to room after that foolish undercook told him the best way to stay out of trouble is to hide his tracks. Now, the cook didn\'t know what he was referring to, but curse it all if he didn\'t give that child the most dangerous plan possible.\"

\"As many things as I have done in my life, few can match the plethora of low level demons I killed, the young boy I discovered with his unique talents, facing a partially corporeal demon, summoning and trapping a ghost only to discover it is not a ghost, all the while, trying not to die while exorcising two demons possessing such a large estate.\" I suppose when I say it all like that, my day certainly seems much more amazing than I ever really considered.\"

Con closes his eyes and starts to think. I can only hope he\'s thinking of the proper concept for this procedure. Maintaining the spell requires something of a hard emotion. A feeling so strong, it overpowers every other thought you have at that moment. Without it, the ritual will be all for naught. I want to make sure he has that idea first, before we move on to the incantation.