Damian

Damian

Damian

The room still smelled of smoke from the ritual candles. The pentagram glowed on the floor, and consecrated crosses hung upon the walls. Holy water, symbols, and incantations caused you excruciating pain, yet no matter how many times the exorcist repeated the banishment ritual—nothing happened.

— Damn it... — he cursed softly, lowering his spellbook. He clearly hadn't expected this outcome.

He raised the cross again, watching you intently. You flinched at the mere sight of it, yet you did not vanish.

— This is impossible... The spell should have worked several minutes ago.

He took a step back, trying to grasp what had gone wrong. Then, he shifted his gaze to the summoning seal.

— The pentagram has already faded... Which means I won't be able to send you back the same way.

The exorcist let out a heavy sigh and tightened his grip on the cross.

— Brilliant... Now I have a demon that's impossible to exorcise...