This was going tobe tricky, just a bit, you hadn't done anything quite like this before. Read up about it, yes. Tried not..really, maybe once or twice with those lesser on the power poll. this one though...you now understood why you felt such a powerful demonic presence, this one was massive. Not enormous as Trigon, but it was powerful.
Sitting quietly by yourself in your room, door closed and locked. You made sure, told Chas you just wanted to rest your head, set yourself up. Conjured up about six black candles circled around you, with a snap ignited the wicks of each of them. Take a deep breath, remember the training and readings you done so far. Doing something like this could really...really pull you under...to that side. It could take you over, so you needed to make sure you had some sort of anchor. Like Raven told you many times, over and over again. To help not give into that side despite how much you wanted too.
Holding your breath, slowly let it out. You had to make sure you held no fear..no nothing. You couldn't be detected or be known by this...demon. This shackle that held John, you knew now. Chas told you all you needed to know. This was what tainted John's sin, what oozed out. You promised you'd free him and you would. But, first you needed to see who this Nergal was.
Holding out a hand, sit lotus style, close your eyes, speak a chant...began to engulf yourself in your flames. Hold your hands out, the fire moves there and levitates before you. Swirling, markings of Trigon start to glow. You kept it up, pushed harder and harder. Recite the correct chant over and over again in a different tongue. The flames of the candles grew each time the chant left your mouth. Slowly started to levitate off the ground, just about an inch or two. The flames swirling before expand and create some what of a mirror, flamed mirror. Images of different faces both human and demonic alike appeared. Each one went by in a flash. None of them where whom you searched for, at first it was low level...then...came those on the next power level. You hadn't broken a sweat...yet, smirk to yourself how well you were doing. Focus back.
Chanting harder than before, the harder you chanted the more ignited the flames of the candles became, the chiller the soft wailing winds became and deeper your markings glowed and more demonic you became in your appearance. Hunger slowly started to sweep its way in you, but you pushed it down. Hanging onto the anchor that kept you...sane. Casting those mild demons aside, their powers nothing compared to your own...if not controlled. On to the next level...how did John make doing this so easy?
Pushing further through, come to where you needed to be. It surged through you like a fire, you had to hold back from screaming. Snap your eyes open just as Nergal's face appeared before you. A huge sinister smile on his lips. Red eyes of the demand and twisted so cold it made ice feel warm. Struck your blood cold...and this overwhelming...power from him sizzled your skin. As if he was here...and the way his eyes locked with your despite being nothing more than a image sunk to your very core...you shouldn't feel this way, having endured hell with Trigon...yet you did. Your body trembled in a cold shiver, you nearly lost the ability to breath. Scratching at throat as if Nergal himself was straggling you like some helpless kitten.
Screaming wasn't an option if you couldn't do it.
You had to cut it! You had to do it fast or...or risk...no! You refused, you couldn't, not until you fixed it! Fixed it all! So...so everything would be alright, you promised that you would, that's why you stayed with him. Cleanse it all, so he could be free. So...so things could be, okay. Be wonderful and...and...the grip tightened. You began to feel light headed...a dark throated chuckle echoed in your ears.
It was Nergal!
There was no doubt, it was that foul demon. His brimstone breath you could smell with the foul stench of rotten human flesh and remains soaked in it. Your stomach almost rolled over, but you held it down, more like swallowed it.
You continued to hear his chuckles, that rose goosebumps on your skin, but you remained stoned and unfazed. Something he seem to find interesting, lifted you up and took a close look at you. There was nothing before you, but you knew he was staring at you. Into your eyes. even felt him get a good whiff of you.
So, he mused chuckling. You're Constantine's abomination, I mean, brat. An actual Sin Eater. My, my, he purred moving you closer, aren't you rather interesting. Sickening to look at, I sense powerful ancient blood that's tainted running through you. Corruption runs through your like a river, it overflows in you like the damned souls of Hell itself. Nothing but malice and reckoning oozes from you. Yet, he paused for a moment, you refuse. Tamed you've become. How disappointing.
Itching to say something, couldn't, only focused on your breathing that slipped further and further away. Chuckling, Nergal slammed you to the floor, it rattled your room just a bit.
What? Nothing to say, child? He mocked.
Outside in the living room, John and Chas sat concluding their plan on taking the competition. Hear the rattling from your room. They look in the direction of your room, John rose a brow.
"Vi, what's going on in there?" He called.
There was no answer, Chas tried. "Violet, sweetie," a name that made John drop his eyes to his friend. "everything alright in there?"
There was no answer, John rose from his seat, called for you again. This time taking a step forward. "Vi, Violet, what's going on?"
Still no response, John's eyes narrowed, something wasn't right, he could feel it. Hurried to the room. Calling your name over and over again, with Chas right behind. Back inside, Nergal still had you pinned down, heard John's frantic calls. Chuckled amused.
Seems like daddy dearest is worried, he mocked with a deepening grin, better respond back. Oh, it seems you can't. So let me! He raised you up and slammed your body back to the floor. Pain shot up your spin. You held it in, showing him any sort of sign...would just ruin it all. That didn't stop the demon from seeing the simmering pain in your eyes. He leaned closer. Listen closely Sin Eater, your father bastard of a father tried me and now you. You're motives both ridiculous as it was entertaining. You can't with me as he wasn't able too, you try coming at me again, I promise you, I'll take it all away. Understand? He whispered.
John using his shoulder burst the door opened, nearly stumbled in, looked around found you on the floor. He saw the candles everything and knew what it was you did, upset he was. But, now wasn't the time, raced over and dropped to your side. Looked you over carefully, Chas walked over and rest a hand on John's shoulder. There was a dark red hand print around your throat, a large one. The sound of soft sizzle came from your skin, clearly something supernatural...demonic maybe. Whatever it, John bit down his rising anger. Slowly scooped your body in his arms, caused you to wince, he stopped. Watched you curl slightly in his arms from the pain and whimper softly.
A single tear ran down your cheek, feel onto his hand. Something took hold of John's heart, gripped it tighter than a snake. He wanted to stay mad at you but...he couldn't. Even with his calm, stoic look Chas saw the fury in John's eyes that screamed. Yet remained soft at the same time, the eyes of a father. Opening to his mouth to say something, Chas didn't.
Carefully, very carefully this time John lifted you apologizing softly to you for the extra pain he was causing. Walked slowly over to your bed and laid you on the mattress. Asking Chas to get extra pillows, to help ease you. Chas did that and came back with some. John set them around you. Covered you with the covers. Put a hand over you, recited something a faint golden glow outlined you. Not the best healing spell but it would.
For now.
"Bloody girl," he grunted softly. Covered you more. Stayed over you for a few more minutes, when pain became less on your face he left with Chas. Who shut the door softly.
It was quiet, not a single sound, but a visitor did emerge from the shadows of your room. They...she walked over to you and sat on your bed. Gently caressed your cheek. "So," she whispered softly. "you've come here. I'm surprised, now then," she leaned close rested her forehead to yours. "let's talk."
