Everyone was out books_and_tacos
Except for Harmony. And she wouldn't care, and would help me.
"Harmony, while Angel is out, I require some help." I told her the supplies that I needed, and to meet me in my office. She smiled, and was glad to. I think Angel was under-utilizing her. And after she brought me the stuff, she headed off to help Gunn "talk" to Knox.
I set up the candles in a circle around myself, plus one in the middle, next to the Dyorshian Principles, which happened to hold the spell I needed. I used sage to take out the influences, and bad anything around the office, then use essence of penny-royle to begin the process.
The words were in an ancient demon language. So it wasn't Latin, but it would do.
"Hrgn lasgon friel sti
calbe star illian secutna
frier falltion savion sty"
After the words were said, the Demon Illian appeared.
"I implore you, please take that which was giving to Winifred Burkle," I held up a picture, "and put it into myself. She is too worthy of this world to be called out of it."
The demon laughed. He knew what was wrong with her. And he laughed.
"It shall be done. Think you'll survive, human?" The voice was loud, and booming. Lighting crackled around him, and his essence was gone. Suddenly pain racked my entire body, and I couldn't believe that Fred had suffered this badly, or even that we'd allowed her to suffer anywhere near this much. I had barely enough breath to blow out the candles before I fell backwards from my kneeling position. Once there, I wasn't able to move.
It was all encompassing. It hurt, it pushed on my chest, and felt like something was being ripped from me.
"Fred..." All I could do, was hope she was doing better now.
"Harmony, while Angel is out, I require some help." I told her the supplies that I needed, and to meet me in my office. She smiled, and was glad to. I think Angel was under-utilizing her. And after she brought me the stuff, she headed off to help Gunn "talk" to Knox.
I set up the candles in a circle around myself, plus one in the middle, next to the Dyorshian Principles, which happened to hold the spell I needed. I used sage to take out the influences, and bad anything around the office, then use essence of penny-royle to begin the process.
The words were in an ancient demon language. So it wasn't Latin, but it would do.
"Hrgn lasgon friel sti
calbe star illian secutna
frier falltion savion sty"
After the words were said, the Demon Illian appeared.
"I implore you, please take that which was giving to Winifred Burkle," I held up a picture, "and put it into myself. She is too worthy of this world to be called out of it."
The demon laughed. He knew what was wrong with her. And he laughed.
"It shall be done. Think you'll survive, human?" The voice was loud, and booming. Lighting crackled around him, and his essence was gone. Suddenly pain racked my entire body, and I couldn't believe that Fred had suffered this badly, or even that we'd allowed her to suffer anywhere near this much. I had barely enough breath to blow out the candles before I fell backwards from my kneeling position. Once there, I wasn't able to move.
It was all encompassing. It hurt, it pushed on my chest, and felt like something was being ripped from me.
"Fred..." All I could do, was hope she was doing better now.