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The biggest lion starts to raise the temperature, in hopes of melting the black frost which wasn't going away. Causing the lion to raise the temperature even more, to the point in which the room is scorching hot. The lion that was thrown outside and pierced explodes in a fury of darkness and heat. The other lions try to fight off the snake heads the best they can while they raise the temperature. The biggest lion charges up to Jackie and throws itself on her, attempting to maul her to death.CelticSol said:A tendril wraps around the midsection of one leaping at her, throwing it through the broken doorway and into the other Meta Demon outside, another piercing through the light coming from the beast. The snake-headed arms each bite into a lion, holding it at bay and away from both Hosts. With no more arms, Jackie halts the largest - which is lunging at Isabel - by grabbing it's jaws, being mindful of it's very sharp teeth, with her bare hands, which she immediately regrets when her skin burns at the contact. With a pained shout, she sends a surge of freezing corruption through both the beast and her own hands. She throws it back as it's maw starts to be covered black frost, the other demonic arms freeing themselves to rip apart the lions held within the grasp of the snake-headed ones.
While Jackie fights off the lions, Sanctum kept the inside of the cocoon cool, and when he answers Isabel, there is nothing in his words that is aggressive, his tone doesn't seem friendly. "Hello, Isabella. My name is Sanctum," A rush of demonic whispers erupts at his name, but is once again silenced when Sanctum resumes speaking, I suppose you can say that me and Jackie are old friends, if you're stretching the definition of 'friends'," He replies cryptically. His smile stretches, "Would you like to know how Jackie and I met, meatsack?" He laughs, the sound similar to grinding nails on a chalk board, and Isabel feels Jackie's presence leave their consciousness as suddenly as someone could blow out a candle, "You see, unlike yours, Jackie's daddy-" Some demons within Sanctum snicker at the mocking tone he uses for the words, but he continues, unhindered, "-wasn't a very good man. A mafia boss, ruthless and crueler than anyone could even dream of. A real murderer, who cut open his victims like fillets... But back to Joseph Sapienti; he surrounded himself with people just like him. Jackie's predecessor, my former host, was one of them,a fellow by the name of Johnathan MacAlister. Most called good ole Johnny a demon, cursed, but not Joey - and he was all those thing. But, oh, no, no, no, never Joey. Johnny was Joey's best friend. Was Jackie's GOD FATHER, if you'd believe it. Joey invited him into their home, always, and by extent, allowed me in, too."
He makes his voice sound sympathetic, but it sounds like he's barely holding back laughter, "But poor, poor Jackie. Growing up with murderers for parents and a monster as the only one to turn to if they died. But, then the tables turned. Jackie's daddy made a mistake. He was smarter, and his wife was even smarter, but even they slipped up. Miscalculated. Forgot the steps to the dance they'd been doing with another Crime Family. They raided poor Jackie's house, and while the parents and all the grown ups were distracted saving their own hide from being riddled with bullets, they forgot all about all the poor kiddies cowering in their room. Took all five children hostage, if you can even believe the cruelty. They weren't very nice to all of them - they hit little, nine year old Jackie right across the face when she started crying because she was afraid when they wouldn't take the gun away," Sanctum sighs almost angrily, his voice turning to a feral growl, "That's when my host, dear old Johnny - stupid fucking idiot - rejected my orders to save them, and they killed him. Shot him right here, here, and here-" Each time Sanctum says 'here', Isabel feels a ghost of a touch on her body, raising goosebumps at the frigid feeling; across her forehead, right between her eyes; right beside her heart, just under her left breast; and another above her navel, "-So fast that I didn't even get a chance to react before he was dead. But it left little ole me without a host, and I'll admit I didn't know who, out of everybody in the house, to pick. It was a little hard to make a choice, truth be told, but in the end, I saw that scared, baby Jackie didn't have any mana I had to compete with, so I chose her. but I also chose her because she had potiental. I could see what she would soon be capable of doing. So I made her into my puppet. Warped her mind and corrupted her morals. Made her a monster, made her a demon, made her capable of violence, made her love the feel of a beating heart thumping between her bloodied palms, made her relish in the sound of dying screams. Made her long for death. Made her crave corruption. She fights it. She can try, but I have made it a part of her."
Sanctum starts to laugh, his voice dripping with maliciousness, every word harsh and grating, "And I'm going to do the same to you, meatsack! I'm going to break you, little Van Fenrir. Don't you understand? Jackie sought to protect you, but she has given you freely over to me. Your WILL is MINE. Your FLESH is MINE. YOU ARE MINE. THERE WILL BE NOTHING LEFT OF YOU. YOU WILL SUCCUMB TO CORRUPTION. NOT EVEN JACKIE WILL BE ABLE TO SALVAGE YOUR SOUL ONCE I HAVE TORN IT FROM YOU! ONCE I HAVE TORN YOUR MIND TO SHREDS!!!" Out of her mind, a monstrous, grotesque, misshapen creatures rears out of the darkness clouding her mind, the smile Isabel had seen prior not even a smile, but simply too thin lips, dry and bleeding black sludge, pulled over teeth too large for it's mouth and sharper than any mouth can hope to be. It's eyes, wide, reeling, and pure white, leer in psychotic glee, a black tongue darting out to lick across it's teeth. It's nose is non-existent, with two slits acting for breathing instead, and beyond this creature, who hovers barely 2 inches in front of Isabel's face, others start to form from the shadows, crawling towards Isabel like cockroaches, with hollow eyes and sunken faces. Some start to grasp Isabel's ankles, and she feels the actual touch of their fingers against her skin, even though there is nothing there.
Isabel felt a sense of nostalgia from Sanctum's speech and actions. She didn't know why. She couldn't help but foolishly trust it, even though he was quite terrifying. "I don't really have much to give in life right now. I don't know where my home is. Nor do I have anyone I can talk to constantly other than yourself and Julius. I don't like the threats all too much... I dislike the whole mind body and soul thing." Isabel can feel the chill spreading through her body. She didn't like it at all but she didn't fight against it. "You're going to help me though..... So the least I can do is show good hospitality. I guess we can share something's. I don't want you taking over but if you're within me, we get to share some of those things equally. I am you... and you are me... well all five of me. You don't seem very kind by the looks of it and you lack many good qualities based off of first impressions but I can at least try to help. Since you're helping me. This isn't the terms of any contract just in case you're taking it that way. I'm just umm.... being friendly?" She didn't know if that was the correct thing to say. She hoped she wasn't being rude. "I don't like the nickname meatsack. It's hard enough to remember my actual name. Sanctum... right? I don't know if it helps but you can call me Izzy. That will help me remember. Unless you don't want to." Isabel thinks back to his comment about her father. "You know my dad? What was he like?"
"I apologize for her reaction. She's a fool even though she doesn't remember being one." The witch mana goes silent for a moment. "She's strong when it comes to will and determination but she is weak when it comes to keeping her emotions in check, I'll admit that. However those traits make it hard for someone to stop her once she's set on a goal. Even if she's given up, I shall not allow you to ruin her even if she's made up her mind to... befriend you." The witch mana seemed to struggle with that word. "Just make your temporary contract and settle in... using her won't be easy after a while. Trust me, I've tried."
Julie slowly nods her head, it was reassuring knowing Simi was here. "We have.... to help the others." Julie was saying that to both Simi and herself.
Drumonkey said:
As soon as Fahy did that Dru set down his book, pulled out his katana and stepped into a hallway looking for the cause of the commotion with Fahy behind him. @Light
One of the Meta Demon stood not too far from their room. It seemed to be around the corner. Trashing around in the castle library.
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