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Are you afraid of the Darksoul? [Part 3] [Closed]

[[OOC: Closed to the people on the exorcist list but please do not comment until Daimon sends for them.]]

After possibly hours of chasing after his darksoul, Daimon came to a stop in front of St. Peter's Basilica in the Vatican. He could sense its presence inside but why? Why return to a site that, though uprooted from its world, still held strong spiritual power? Daimon could think of several reasons. The darksoul might have returned to mock his faith- highly likely. There was another possibility, one that was not precluded by the other.

The darksoul chose this place to take a stand, to exercise his full power. In which case he was now in the Vatican to show that he had the power to withstand any future attacks. It was a warning- enter at your own risk.

Daimon opened the door and stepped inside. He thought he was prepared for whatever faced him next. He could not be more mistaken.

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Patsy Walker had been waiting for Daimon in the Vatican. She had just returned from...somewhere.

She was also wholly unaware of the unholiness that had been transpiring around her at that moment.

She turned around when she heard the door close, and a smile flitted across her lips. Patsy stepped out of the shadows. "Daimon?"

Daimon could have sworn that his heart just stopped.

"Patsy? What are you doing here? I-" Without thinking, he walked- no, he nearly ran to her. "Get out of here! You need to leave immediately!" Though his voice was raised the Son of Satan wasn't angry. He was terrified.

Patsy's arms had been up, ready to hug the man she was seeing after such a long time, but with Daimon's reaction...she immediately dropped them. "Daimon? What's going on?" Daimon's thoughts were too much of a blur for Patsy to read properly, but she immediately went on the defensive. "I'm...looking for you."

"I don't have time to explain now." He reached to grab her arms. "You need to get out of here. Get as far away from the Vatican as possible. You're not safe here." God above, out of all the people on this ship she was the least safe. Why couldn't GLaDOS have held her for at least on more hour?

Because that would have been cruel and unusual.

"Daimon, stop. Tell me what's happening. Maybe I can help?" She was a hero and all, you know.

Now that he had a hold of Patsy, Daimon put one arm around her and started to push her toward the exit. "My darksoul has escaped. It has been possessing people and- Patsy, please trust me. You need to leave now."

"!!!" Patsy gasped and froze in place, though she knew that it was in her best interest to keep moving. Daimon had told her a little bit about his darksoul, and she knew that Moondragon had not trained her for this sort of thing. At the same time, though, this was Daimon, and she had started to feel something for him...

"Alright. Fine. I'm going," she said. "But Daimon, if there's anything I can do..."

"Please." He gripped her hand, enclosing it in both of his own before releasing it. Please let her be safe. "Go."

Patsy stared at Daimon for a long moment. Impulsively, she reached up and kissed him on the cheek. "Be safe," she whispered, before turning to go.

A touching scene. The voice was all around them.

A black cloud enveloped Patsy's form completely. The darksoul burrowed inside her body, her mind, and her soul.

But did you really think I would let her leave?

For a moment, all Patsy felt was blackness enveloping her, shaking her to her core, terrifying her in ways that she had never been terrified before.

And then she was gone.

The Darksoul looked down at the form it had occupied, of Patsy Walker, and it smiled - what else? - darkly. Yes, he quite liked this form. So did Daimon. That's what made this so great.

"Daimon!" The Darksoul said, it's voice a mixture of Patsy's and it's own. It was a dark, eerie, grating sound. "Oh, Daimon! Help her. Help her! Her light's being extinguished, Daimon. Save her!" Then, in Patsy's own, anguished voice. "Save me."

As anguished as Patsy sounded, it was nothing compared to Daimon's own cry. "NO! Oh God..." Oh God, no. No.

He stared at her, unable to do anything- anything at all...

Save for clutching his bracelet of ankhs tight in his fist.

"That was a mistake." As he spoke his horror turned to an icy rage. One that was about to crack open. "And you will pay for it!" He lunged forward, thrusting the ankhs against Patsy's flesh. It would hurt her, yes. But not nearly as much as it would hurt the demon.

I am so sorry, Patsy.

The Darksoul dropped to the ground and it whimpered as Daimon pressed the braclet against Patsy's cheek. The Darksoul screamed in Patsy's voice - a blood-curdling, anguished scream. "Daimon! Daimon stop! It burns! God, how it burns!" Tears rolled out of its eyes, and it clutched the trident to it. "Please! Let go!"

Fighting demons wasn't something you could waltz into. It took dedication. It took strength. It took faith. There was no room for doubt. If you showed any sign of weakness the demon would recognize it and it would consume you.

Daimon couldn't count how many exorcisms he'd performed. He was the world's most renowned demonologist. He was the best there was. That didn't stop him making the worst mistake possible.

He hesitated.

That hesitation was all the Darksoul needed. It slipped away from Daimon and aimed the trident at the bracelet. A strike of soulfire lanced out of the triple prongs and destroyed the ankhs, turning it to ash. The burn on the Darksoul's cheek was still smoking. "Really, Daimon? Damaging the body that means so much to you? How cruel could you get? I can feel her inside of me, you know. She's crying in pain, in agony, over what you're doing to her. She's afraid, and you're not helping by trying to hurt her mortal form." The Darksoul sidled up to Daimon, smiling Patsy's smile. "Why don't we make her feel better?"

The ashes slipped through his fingers onto the floor. All that was left of the bracelet his mother had given him. All that was left of his ties to her. And he couldn't hurt the one responsible, not without hurting the woman he loved.

There was a flicker of emotion in his eyes before he steeled himself. As angry as he was he could not hit her. And as lonely as he was he could not touch her.

"We both know how this will end, darksoul. I am a part of you just as much as you are a part of me. Leave her and return to me. Take me." His voice was quiet yet firm.

"Oh, I intend on taking you, Daimon. Just not in the way you mean it..." It cupped Daimon's face with it's hands and moved in for a kiss.

He brushed her hands away and leaned back. "No. You underestimate me. Whatever sins you would urge me to commit, you are no longer within me. I am a man now, and while men have their own longings, there is nothing tempting in this. You are not Patsy. I will not desecrate the one I love."

And he did love her. More than he could ever hope to love himself. He couldn't bear to cause her pain and so- and so he knew he could not free her. He knew the toll of an exorcism on the host and he could not willingly subject her to that. His failed attempt would only hurt her more.

He sent out a message. «The darksoul is in St. Peter's Basilica.»

"You...you love me?" The Darksoul faltered for a moment - or at least it seemed to. Was it really Patsy? There was certainly a struggle of facial expressions, but whether or not it was a true struggle, with Patsy using her telepathic abilities was unclear.

More than anything.

He wanted to believe it was her. He wanted to almost as badly as he wanted her.

"Please, I beg of you, leave her."

"I'm holding it back, Daimon. With my powers. Moondragon showed me how." She sounded strained, and tired. Her shoulders sagged."It's not easy though. It's strong. So strong. Help me, Daimon. Hold me. I can't do this alone." She reached out to Daimon. "Please?"

"I-" Everything he knew was screaming not to. He was an exorcist. He was the Son of Satan. He knew better than this. He knew better.

But if there was a chance it was her...

He touched her shoulder.

Patsy grimaced. She put her hand on Daimon's. "Hold me," she begged. A tear slid down her cheek. "Please, hold me."

"I-"

Damn it.

"I'm sorry."

He took her in his arms.

Patsy hugged Daimon back, fiercely. She wrapped her arms around him, and pressed the length of the trident square against his back - against his spine.

And then the Darksoul sent soulfire coursing through the entire length of the trident.

Daimon had never felt the soulfire, not the way others did. His birthright made him immune to the pain. Of course, his birthright had fled his body. Like he had said before, now he was but a man.

A man screaming in agony.

He collapsed onto the floor.

The Darksoul watched Daimon scream, the sounds music to its ears. From somewhere deep inside, Patsy screamed as well, but the Darksoul could easily block that out. The Darksoul leaned down and pressed a kiss to Daimon's lips. "Did you really think that little novice could hold me down, fool? Her power's nothing but the most faintly glowing little ember - so easy to snuff out. I'll deal with her later. First, let me take care of you." The Darksoul pointed the trident down at Daimon, soulfire causing it to take on an eldritch glow, and moved to stab him.

Mei-Xing had already felt its power in the area before Daimon sent off the communication, she's already sprinting on her way. By the time she gets there, skidding to a stop in the doorway, it looks like she's already too late. The temptation to wait just a second longer for it to kill Daimon was strong...

...But if it killed him, she'd be blamed as the one who released it in the first place. Drek. She works one last spell, blasting the sweat, blood, and dust from her face. No use exposing how exhausted she was to the enemy. "Skaaaaaaaaaaaaank!" The elf jabs a finger at the possessed Patsy as she bellows. "I'm the only one allowed to violate the members of this crew!"

She doesn't have time to summon a spell, yet. She needs to catch her breath. Mei-Xing just hoped that the Darksoul would pause long enough for her to work up the energy for something.

Edited 2011-01-27 22:53 (UTC)

Kang came in shortly after, wings stiff and a very displeased look on his face. Seeing the possessed woman about to stab Daimon, and Mei-Xing not doing anything at the moment, he quickly reached into one of the pouches at his belt and pulled out a little wisp of spider web, "Utzilah Qazlem Vinaquirem ta puch a ya vi."

A mass of sticky spider webs shot towards Patsy.

"Tch," the Darksoul said at the interruption. "Cheese and crackers, you people do get annoying." It shot soulfire towards both Mei-Xing and Kang and tried to side-step the spider-webs.

It didn't do too well on that last count.

Celena arrived in the same moment Kang cast his spell, having come as quickly as her wings would allow. Her markings still at a constant red glow now from aiding in freeing Aibghalien from the Darksoul.

Even as that soulfire shot towards Kang and Mei-Xing, two half dome fields of transparent red energy sprang into existence before them to intercept the soulfire. Soon she stood by Kang watching the results of the web taking hold.

Mei-Xing's already dodging to the side when the domes appear. They seem to be stopping the soulfire, which was good. It let her stop and hold for a second, focusing on one of her spells. "I'm already tired of hearing your voice. Here's some encouragement to shut the fuck up."

She flings a hand out, simply for dramatic effect, and casts her spell. It wasn't strictly a combat spell, it wouldn't do any real damage. All this one did was amplify the victim's senses to an excruciating level. If it worked. "Thanks for the help, you two. Talk a lot, it's going to piss her off now. I promise."

Sam was running flat out and, for once, glad for all the running and training that his father had put him through as a kid. He could hear Dean close behind him. It was practically comforting.

They arrived just in time to hear Mei-Xing's pronouncement. He grinned. "Talk a lot? I can do that."

He had the notes with him, but Sam didn't need them. He had this one memorized.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus
omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio
infernalis adversarii, omnis legio,
omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."

He was concentrating on the words. Sam trusted Dean implicitly to do whatever else needed done.

Just like old times. Like they were on a hunt again, and there was monsters to gank, people to protect. Dean came up right behind Sam and around to shoot a rock salt round at Patsy. This won't hurt that much to the host, just sting like a bitch. The salt didn't do much last time, but that's why he had holy water to throw at her as well.

"Remember us asshole? Ain't getting away that easy this time."

Daimon pushed himself up by his elbows. "Remove the darksoul but do not hurt her if you can help it." He stood and wobbled for a moment before regaining his balance.

The Darksoul struggled to get out of the webbing. This certainly was not the way it saw this little tete-a-tete going. In point of fact, Daimon's blood was meant to be oozing all around its feet at that moment.

Sam's little exorcism spell certainly wasn't helping the Darksoul keep it's cool - especially not with Mei-Xing's amplification spell.

The Darksoul dropped the trident and fell to it's knees, yelling in pain.

Celena inclined her head everso slightly in Mei-Xing's direction, letting the fields drop once the torrent of Soulfire had ebbed and the web taken hold more fully on the current host of the Darksoul. Her markings aglow as she padded closer yet, ready to throw up defensive fields to intercept any further outbursts of Soulfire.

Her gaze taking in the effects Mei-Xing's spell was having on the host, as well as the new arrivals two she had seen before in not a dissimilar situation some time ago. Dipping into her energies she reached out and amplified the sounds of the Exorcists chant.

"Ergo draco maledicte
et omnis legio diabolica
adjuramus te.
Cessa decipere humanas creaturas,
eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare."

Sam wasn't shouting, but he wasn't keeping his voice down, either. This wasn't being done in secret, after all, and he didn't need to do so. Besides, more volume could only make it harder on the demon soul.

He also wasn't hiding. Definitely could have been making a target of himself.

Dean was adding his voice to the chant, even as he shot another rock salt round at the possessed woman. There was more holy water thrown on her as well.

The round of rock salt hurt, and the holy water sizzled most uncomfortably.

On the other hand, if this had been a wet t-shirt contest, Dark(en)souled Patsy would most definitely have been winning.

The Darksoul tried to drown out the voices, to gain some sort of control over the literal hell that was being wrought over it, but it was a near impossibility.

That didn't stop it from doing a few half-assed attempts at attacking the exorcists with soulfire, though.

What it didn't expect was for that last attempt to wipe out the rest of its energy as it tried to hold on to Patsy's body.

Another noxious cloud of smoke surrounded Patsy, the Darksoul screamed, it's voice mingling with Patsy's one last time as it was wrenched from her body, leaving Patsy laying on the ground, unconscious breathing laboriously.

His attention should have gone first to securing the darksoul and returning it to his body. But the Son of Satan had made many mistakes that day and one more would not hurt.

He almost stumbled on his way over to Patsy, and nearly fell to the ground when he leaned over. He cupped her face in his hands and closed his eyes, drawing the light inside of him out and touching Patsy's soul. A moment of connection that she might feel despite being unconscious. Poor that as evil as his darksoul was, there was something good, something pure inside him.

Daimon paused for a moment. He swept a lock of hair out of Patsy's face before turning aside, searching for his trident. There it was.

But when Daimon reached for it a surge of soulfire coursed through his arm. He jerked back and let out a sharp yell.

That was a new trick.

Dean jerked his head at that as he stopped chanting for a moment.

"Ok so what now? Guessing this son of a bitch can't be bound by just a Devil's Trap, right? Can't gank it either so got something to bind him?"

Daimon paused. For the first time he was considering if he actually needed to return the darksoul to his body. Instinct and past experience said that he did but- but what if it was possible to trap the darksoul? That would make him...

Human.

"If it can be sealed away it would have to be in a powerful artifact. All I can think of is..." Is the altar he prayed to daily. The one that was right nearby. "...The statue of St. Michael."

Dean followed his line of sight, and then snorted a little with laughter.

Dean! He's right, but I don't like your thinking.

"Oh that's just too perfect, ain't it Sam?" He tossed a smirk toward his brother.

"Don't they deserve each other?"

Edited 2011-02-01 06:12 (UTC)

Sam was still recovering from the fact that one of those half-assed attempts at Soulfire had hit him.

It was less the actual fire, though, than the fact that it hadn't actually hurt. Or touched him, as near as he could tell.

Sam patted himself down, finally catching up with the conversation enough to be able to follow Dean's line of sight. He paused, glancing to Dean and back again before a smile spread across his face. "Oh yeah. I don't think I could think of a more prefect vessel, actually." And yes, he chose the wording specifically.

Sam looked at the trident, then back at Daimon. "Do you need help moving that?" The tattoo seemed to have helped the entire time they'd been dealing with the Darksoul. And if Sam couldn't be harmed by the Soulfire...

At least that little bit of immunity was still coming in handy.

"No, it will be useless if we are to attempt this. Right now it is only a tool for him to use to attack us."

Celena watched on in the background as the Exorcists did their work, flinging up a shield to deflect one of the outbursts of soulfire. She watched on otherwise silently as they managed to free the girl of the demon.

The dragon noting their discussion and the statue they referred to before scanning the area for any sign of the spirit, her eyes aglow as she utilized her 'sight'. "I will do my best to defend against its attacks while those of you who can work to seal it,"

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