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Calling Local Sorcerer.... Oh wait

She had found out about this situation at the clinic. She had never heard of anything quite like this. A very dangerous sounding demonic possession of a principal at one of the inner-city high schools. He was usually a very nice guy but throwing fire at his darling wife and becoming a little Napoleon over night had her very aware of how bad it was starting to get.

She knew that an exorcism was the right thing in this situation. So she went into research mode trying to figure out just what she could do only she discovered quickly how limited her knowledge was.

That was how she went to the expert. She rings the door bell at the Sanctum Sanctorum hoping that this time Doctor Strange will be here and willing to help. She knows if she doesn't do something that man could be lost forever.

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"Well we could have brought smocks with us," Marion reasoned then shrugged.

"Not a big deal. These are machine wash so a little vomit won't ruin my clothes. One thing ya learn with my usual crowd is sturdy clothes are a good thing."

"Oh, honey, I didn't mean your clothes. There's a spell for that." Actually, the fact that there would be pea soup at all, instead of copious amounts of vomit, indicated that there would already be a spell at play. It was difficult for Sofia to figure out what any one person's vomit was made out of, but the one assured thing about it was that it always had the consistency of pea soup.

A simple spell helped change the stuff into actual pea soup, and then another spell would help remove the substance from clothes.

Yes, it was silly and complicated, but that was the sort of limited power that Sofia was working with here.

"Alright, Possesso-Boy," Sofia said, throwing the doors to the house wide open. "I'm coming in."

With those words they both hear a loud scream from up stairs. It is loud enough to shake a fine crystal hanging light fixture. Marion's jaw squares itself and for a moment he looks almost like a hunter.

"We better hurry on up there. Sounds like he's trying to get out of that circle." She glances at Sofia deciding after a moment that she should let the expert take the league.

"I hope what I did holds until we make some real progress."

Sofia nodded and started up the stairs, not waiting for Marion. She reached into her bag and pulled out a bag of enchanted salts, yanking the drawstring open and following the sounds of the screams.

She threw open the door and came upon the possessed man, ready to break the circle that Marion had enchanted him in. Narrowing her eyes, she threw a handful of salt at him, the tiny crystals shimmering as they flew threw the air and knocked the possessed man back into the middle of the circle.

"Sit," she commanded him, tossing a bit more salt his way. "Stay."

"I'd say good dog but..." She thinks she is the only one who can count as a dog in this room. She pulls a chair over and takes a seat out of the way.

The man ended up on his ass. He looks angry and filled with the hell fire that Marion knows wouldn't burn them on a physical level. They would feel their souls burn should that man use it on them. It would just look like fire.

"He's dangerous still."

"Oh believe me," Sofia said, "I'm aware." Hellfire flickered at the tips of the man's fingers and the cornea of his eyes were a deep, violent magenta.

Sofia reached into her bag and pulled out another drawstring sack, this one filled with salt of a different kind.

Yep, she was very much old-schooling this.

Swiftly, she reclosed the circle around the man, using a mixture of salts and herbs - some of which were from the dark dimension. A subdued glow filled the room once the circle was closed, and a near-invisible wall of energy popped up over the base of the circle.

Nodding once, Sofia took a deep breath, forced a slit into the energy wall, and stepped in through it, closing the wall behind her. Whatever spirit came out, it would need to be trapped in here.

Then she smiled brightly at the possessed man.

"Hello, hottie."

He is going to try throwing fire at Sofia.

Marion actually rolls out of her seat and hits the floor. But the ward keeps the fire from leaving the circle. The room glows hot from the heat of the fire though.

"Two little bitches came here to fight me?" The demonically invaded man laughs. "Well there's only one real bitch in this room but she doesn't want to dance."

Marion snorts in an unlady-like manner but says nothing.

"I don't know who you're talking about, Pazuzu, but frankly, I'm ready to dance." She reached into the bag and pulled out a coil of thin, thorny rope and unfurled it. She lashed out with it, ensnaring the man in its coils, and whispered something beneath her breath. A spark of magic made the coils grow a sickly green colour as power pulsed to life in the rope. She yanked the man close. "Let's tango, handsome."

"You mean you don't know?" The demon laughs right up until he becomes entangled in the magical rope. Marion becomes deeply interested in what is going on. The man struggles in the ropes when Sofia bring him in close but he can do nothing to fight her.

"Know what?" Sofia asked, sending another surge of magic through the ropes. "That my friend there has some tie to the supernatural? Newsflash, spanky, a lot of New Yorkers do. We're all either touched by the supernatural or the scientific." She shrugged. "Big deal." And then, in a low guttural language, she shouted something that sent electric charges buzzing in the little spikes in the rope. "How's that feel, by the way?"

"It tickles baby," the demon taunts even though it hurt like the place he comes from. He leers at her in the standard demon manner. Sadly to say he just isn't that original. "Wanna kiss me instead? Might scare me outta this old body."

"Seriously? That's your big plan," Marion asks looking weirded out by the demon. "...That's kind of creepy."

"Doesn't sound like it tickles," Sofia snapped back. The point of the rope with the thorns was to sedate the demon into sleep, so she could more easily remove him from the man. The puncture wounds from the thorns would be completely healed once the demon was out.

"Let's try a higher voltage?" Once again, she said something in that low, guttural language, and the sickly green pulsed to a brighter, warmer shade of jade.

The demon screams this time. It is a good thing that this room has decent sound proofing. Marion though winces at the unholy pitch the demon happens to hit.

"Seriously we could get this guy to sing opera," she gripes rubbing her head from discomfort.

The screaming dies down as the demon falls silent as if drifts into a kind of magical sleep. Sofia is on the right track.

Another spell spoken, the rope that Sofia's holding disappears into dust, leaving bits of electric sparkle in its wake before fading away as well.

"He really does hit those high pitches well," Sofia confirmed, nudging him gently with the toe of her boot. Satisfied that he was out, she dragged him to the center of her casting circle and splayed him out, face down. She reached into her bag and this time produced a vial filled with crystal powder, which she proceeded to pour into the puncture wounds, still casting. Marion would notice that sweat was beading on Sofia's forehead, if she looked closely enough.

Unlike Limbo, where things were done with the flick of a wrist, here, she was really being put to work, and it showed.

Sparks of ashy blue energy floated up from the puncture wounds and Sofia stepped back, waiting for a minute.

Then she reached back into her bag and pulled out what seemed to be a stained glass jar, with lots of long, thin, tubes extending from its mouth. The jar and the tubes seemed to be well-worn, which they were.

They had helped exorcise many a demon.

"Here comes the fun part," she said, before starting to stick the open ends tubes into the puncture wounds.

When she was done with that, she would cast the spell that would suck the demon from the man and trap it in the jar.

"...Ether jar," Marion asked curiously. She had read about different ways to contain a demon. One like this was a bit easier to contain than most as it naturally needed to go somewhere as far as she could tell.

She just hadn't been keen on it going into her.

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