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Are you afraid of the Darksoul? [Part 2]

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For too long the firstborn son of Satan's demonic soul had been trapped, denied his rightful control over Daimon's body. Now, thanks to Mei-Xing, he was finally free. The next course of action was obvious- he would have to take control of one of the beings on this ship. He could start with the vulnerable and move on to the more powerful. He had to act fast before that fool recovered. Fortunately he needn't go very far. The city was full of potential victims.

Now, now. Who to possess first?

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Daimon arrived in time to not so much see but feel Nehaa's attack. He had to stop walking for a moment and simply stare.

It seemed that Damon Halestrom's choice in women was to be commended.

Recognizing (temporary) defeat, the darksoul left Eva. She breathed out a black cloud that dissipated though the feeling of foreboding did not.

I like this one, Daimon. The darksoul spoke voicelessly. Even Nehaa would hear him. She has such spark. A much better choice than Patsy. Imagine putting those horns to good use.

Before anyone could respond the heavy weight that had been in the air was gone. The darksoul had moved on.

It doesn't feel anything like a Yeerk detaching. That's Eva's first thought as the exorcism jolts her back into consciousness. It doesn't feel so much like a separate consciousness being removed as it feels like being drained of all this power and rage. The magic compels her to exhale and it rushes from her lungs in that black cloud. What floods in to fill that void isn't relief, but fear, exhaustion and shame.

And there's that familiar emptiness, the reminder that there is some space, physical or not, that is once again unoccupied in her. That can easily be occupied again.

Bound as she is, she can't use her hands to cover her face or negotiate with her feet enough to stand, so she curls into the fetal position, breathing hard. "…going to take you all out for dinner," she mumbles once the Darksoul's left.

Katara had several reactions to all of this. Nehaa had her mouth agape for a few minutes. When Daimon arrived, it suddenly became clear why the demon's ranting sounded so familiar. At the closing remark though, Katara made a noise of disgust. Honestly, was everyone on this ship perverted in some way?

In any case, now that the possession was over, she had her water already working on trying to get Eva healed up, undoing the binds. She looked up at Daimon and Nehaa first.

Thank you, she mouthed to the two of them, thenshe slowly helped Eva at least sit up. "I think I'll wait until you're feeling better," she said, laughing in spite of herself.

Marco hadn't wasted any time getting there - he'd morphed osprey, and flown straight to the Great Wall.

Which meant he'd arrived just in time to see Katara with her water all over Eva, laughing.

Fuming, Marco dived down behind one of the nearby buildings, demorphing as fast as he could. He headed straight for Eva, stopping just a metre away. "Mom?" he said, voice wavering. Was it her? Or was it that...thing?

He turned his head to glare at Katara. "Do you think this is funny?" he hissed. "Are you planning to freeze her again and laugh you stupid little..."

"Marco, stop!" Eva interrupts loudly, before dropping her voice back to a normal tone. "My blood pressure's high enough today without misunderstandings. This isn't a sitcom and my head hurts."

She takes a deep breath and runs a trembling hand through her hair. She feels a bit too disoriented to play mediator. "They magicked it out of me. I'm not sure how, but you can thank Katara for that instead of yelling at her. I'm not full of evil anymore, don't worry. I'm glad you're here."

That's partially true. As much as his presence is a comfort, she doesn't like him seeing her vulnerable and damaged, thinking that somehow she can still keep up an infallible mother image that hasn't been true for years.

She turns to Katara, pausing a second to marvel at the healing capabilities of the water. "I'm sorry. For what I said, too. And my son has perfectly legitimate reasons to feel protective." She covers her neck. "You can leave my neck. I'd rather you left that one alone. Thank you for everything."

She looks between the two of them and forces a very weak smile. "I'm alright now. I just...do you think this grass would make a good bed? Because I'm very tired."

Katara couldn't help feeling a little hurt at Marco's outburst they seemed to get along all right before this, and she had to keep in mind all his mother had gone through. It had been why she hadn't started yelling back at him when he was swearing at her on the comm (although she had, just a little).

Still, Eva was all right, and that was what mattered. "Nehaa was the one that got the demon part out, I just subdued you, that's all. And you don't have to apologize for what you said: I could tell it wasn't you, and I wasn't about to let it control you for long."

Although she did look down a little guiltily. "I did kind of hit you in the neck before though, just so the demon guy would focus on me. It worked on my former teacher once, so I thought I'd get his attention."

She got up and looked up at Marco. "I'm sorry I worried you. She is your mother."

Her head felt a little spinny. Never mind the fact that the demonic spirit had to get one good rub in, it had been a very long time since she'd put exorcism training to work. She gave a slight salute to Eva and the others as she stood and turned to Daimon, towering over the group of humans.

They were so tiny; how was it they managed to consistently get themselves into trouble? She would never know. [Shall we give chase, Daimon?]

"Go. I will be there in a moment." Daimon's face was blank and unreadable. He turned to Eva. "Are you hurt? I can heal you."

She shakes her head. "I'm fine. A dose of aspirin covers demonic possession, doesn't it? I just need to rest a bit, I think." Sleep would be nice. It would be a welcome alternative to trying to sort through all the emotions this has brought up. "Thank you for the exorcism," she says to Nehaa and Daimon.

Marco shot Katara one quick glare, before ignoring her completely to sit down cross-legged on the grass in front of his mother, reaching out to grasp her shoulder.

"Thanks," he said quietly to Nehaa and Daimon, not really looking at them.

Nehaalista smiled and nodded, signing rapidly as the necklace spoke, [It was of no trouble.] Well, not really. [Light be with you.] She clapped Daimon on the shoulder as she turned and summoned her mount again, riding off ~~into the sunset~~ into the City.

Well, she could definitely tell when she was unwanted, and besides, Marco needed time with his mother right now, didn't he? She got up, dusting herself off, and looked over at Eva.

"I'll see you later," she said half halfheartedly, and walked off, hoping to get to hydroponic bay and then the W.I.T.C.H. bus, soon. She was feeling pretty cruddy right now.

She nods to Katara, feeling that she'll have to go in and do some more apologizing and rationalizing later, before turning back to Marco. "I'm okay, sweetheart."

She taps her finger to her temple. "I should really start charging rent on this place, right? Make me a very rich woman." It's a bad joke, but it's part of the brave face she needs to put forward, and she knows he's scared and hurting too. Even after the war on Earth, they've never really felt safe, and all this has just given them another reason to cite for their suspicions and paranoia. She stills her hands from shaking and puts one on Marco's hand on her shoulder.

"Sorry Mom, but I'm gonna be kicking out any tenants you get," Marco said, still a little shaky himself. "I'll bury them in the garden."

"I know you will. I could think of less suitable places for them to end up." She smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes. Using his shoulder to steady herself, she stands up. She's mostly uninjured, though she gingerly touches her neck, but she's almost entirely drained of energy. "But you know, if I start charging and you start killing my tenants, I may have to take you to task for damages. That's loss of business right there."

Marco tried to steady her as she got up, waiting until she was on her feet before standing himself. "Hey, I am rolling in the moolah, remember? I can so afford to cover you."

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"You know, before you were famous and richer than God, I had this thing called a job. It came with self-sufficiency, a paycheck and surprisingly good break-room coffee." She fidgets with her hands a bit more than usual and tries to convince herself that possession was nothing like Yeerks. It wasn't another being really controlling her, just her own personality ramped up on hatred and demons. Right? Her tentative steps feel as if they could be stopped by some unseen force at any moment.

She takes the flower clip from the back of her head so her hair covers the neck welt. No need for Marco to be able to see that longer than necessary. "Cassie's barn has bandages and disinfectant, doesn't it?"

"You still had a job," Marco said dryly. "You just got extra perks as well. Like yachts."

He looked at Eva, raising his eyebrow at her. "Yeah, but no way are you treating yourself. Cassie can do it. Come on, let's get going."

"I'll have you know that I could buy boats with the job I had, thank you very much. Or at least a boat. But it was a nice one!" she protests.

She rolls her eyes at him. Banter is a nice distraction, at least. Focus on being lighthearted enough and sometimes it almost works. She resists the urge to ask him if he, too, is alright, because she knows the answer to that and knows he won't like the question. "You don't think I can take care of a wound on a part of my body that I can't see while so exhausted I can't think straight? Fine, have it your way."

"I could buy better boats," Marco countered, before starting to pull Eva along. "And since we're having it my way, time to start walking."

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