He's being manly broody, not emo. Honest.

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Due in part to his cooperation, Daimon was released from the brig after several days. The experience had certainly given him further incentive to control his darksoul he hoped.

There were several people he wished to talk to but he was tired in his soul if not his body.

He wandered the city. He wanted to return to the Vatican but he was afraid of what he would see. He was even more afraid of what he might do.

If Leon Kennedy had not stopped him, what would he have done to Sawyer?

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There was a very pronounced pause.

"You can exorcise demons?"

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"Uhm. I'm not going to stab you unless you go all hellfire and brimstone and apocalypsey evil on us."

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And an even more pronounced pause, one so pregnant it could have delivered a full term infant.

"If you require a teacher, perhaps I may be of assistance."

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"..."

Blink blink blink.

"..."

Blink blink blink.

"..."

Fwooosh!

Suddenly, Pixie's hugging Daimon and squeeing.

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Daimon stiffened and tried to step away from Pixie but the child had him in a tight hold.

He stared at the ceiling and counted backwards from ten. "Hugging me is hardly necessary, Miss Gwynn." Now if she were older, had red hair, and named Patsy Walker, that would be a different matter entirely.

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"Right. Sorry." Pixie pulled herself off of him and flitted back to where she'd been floating moments earlier. "I've just been dying for some magical training and..." she trailed off, confusion and doubt flooding her eyes. "Look, Mr. Hellstrom sir, I don't mean to insult you...but I don't know you all that well, and..." she didn't meet his eyes as she asked the question. "How can I be sure that I can trust you?"

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"I may be the son of Satan but I am a man of God. He reached into his podsuit pocket and pulled out a Bible. "If it assuages your fears, I shall swear upon the Word of God that I will not harm you and shall train you to resist the dark magics and utilize your own magical energy to the best of my abilities."

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"Thank you, Mr. Hellstrom. I appreciate that. And your offer. It means a lot to me, sir."

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"You are welcome, Miss Gwynn. We may begin training at the time of your choosing. Perhaps you can tell me of your education in the paranormal."

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"Uh. Wikipedia and Charmed and Sabrina, the Teenage Witch and Bewitched?"

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Daimon sighed. "This will be a greater challenge than I thought."

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"...did I mention Fairly Odd-Parents?"

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"Miss Gwynn, do yourself a favor and forget all the depictions of magic you have seen and heard through popular culture. To think of magic in the manner in which it is portrayed in those mediums will only hinder you."

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"I kind of figured that when folding my arms and blinking, twitching my nose, and reciting 'The Power of Three will set me free' did absolutely nothing." She was joking. Mostly. Well, okay, about that last line, she was. "Yes, sir, Mr. Hellstrom sir." She smiled brightly at him. "So...when can we start?"

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"As I said, we may begin whenever you are ready."

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"How about tomorrow?" It was clear that she was eager to get started.