The demon drank the water, grinning like a crazy person. It had what it wanted, and Agnes’ plan had failed. It would make it back to the compound and find a way inside. She couldn’t bear to watch them all be torn apart.
Be smart about this. If you go back to the compound, they will tie you down and exorcise you. Why risk it?
With a giggle, the demon rubbed the water over her sunburnt face. “I am going to have so much fun in this body. You are not young, but still attractive enough to lure men. Maybe I will resume your former hobby, how does that sound?”
Killing witch hunters? Like you are helping us.
It tapped her finger to her chin. “Oh, you’re right. Well, in that case I will use this body to lure innocent young men to their doom. At least at first. I have many plans.”
She knew the horrors that lay ahead would be too much to bear. She had to think of a solution.
“Don’t feel too bad. You witches were never going to win against us anyway. Your powers are pitiful next to ours. Sure, you may have managed to take out a few weaker demons, but the only being strong enough to kill a demon, is another demon. It was a lost cause from the start.”
That’s when it hit her. The solution. Forcing herself not to think about her plan, she tested her right hand. It flinched when she moved. She had to regain control.
Is that a fact?
“Yes, you are all pathetic. But don’t worry, once I am at full strength I will have all my power once more and I will decimate this land.”
It stooped to pick up a sharp stone. Or rather she did, but the demon was too busy gloating to notice.
Agnes tightened her grip around it. She had one shot at this. The sigil was already forming in her mind.
I guess I’ll have to do something about that.
The demon laughed hysterically. While it was momentarily distracted, Agnes summoned every ounce of strength she had left and took her body back.
Raising her other arm, she used the stone to carve into her flesh. Bright drops of blood bloomed on her skin, quickly dripping down her arm and onto the sand.
What are you doing? it demanded.
Agnes kept carving etching the symbol before she pressed her hand over the mark and started chanting.
Stop. No! You bitch.
She kept chanting, powering the sigil, pulling energy from the earth itself. The demon raged inside her, but she had it trapped now. This would finally stop it for good.
Agnes finished the spell, feeling heat radiate up her arm and through her body.
You bitch. I’ll kill you. I will drive you mad.
“Shut up!” she snapped.
The demon immediately fell silent. And not by choice. Agnes laughed. It worked.
“You are going to work for me now. You said it yourself, only a demon can kill another demon. Well, how about a witch channeling a demon’s powers?”
That’s not possible.
It no longer screamed. Instead, it sounded contrite, frightened.
“It wasn’t. But this sigil will give me control over you and your magic. You will remain inside my body, locked away in my head, until I die. When I do, you’ll remain trapped.”
It screamed, but once again not in anger, but in fear.
Agnes started walking back to the compound.