Visla’s eyelids were heavy, not yet knowing the release of sleep even as the sun crept through the one small window in Elenore’s basement. A pair of sigils were painted on the floor in immaculate detail. Visla positioned herself outside of one and took a deep breath. Within the other, Leonard stood proudly smirking and consulting his tome a final time.
“Ready to be free?” he clucked.
Visla nodded assent and muttered a few Infernal words to herself before snapping her arm down as if she were going to tear the air itself. With a plume of smoke and fire, Aelva appeared centered perfectly in the glyph. She was disoriented for a moment and her eyes came to focus on Visla.
“Finally,” the succubus said indignantly before even glancing around the room. “I had wondered when you would be done with your sulk.”
She reached toward her summoner, but Visla lurched back with a speed uncharacteristic of the otherwise clumsy woman. As Aelva’s fingertips broke the perimeter of the spell circle they were stopped by a bolt of eldritch energy. The singe was felt in Visla’s hand as she took her place in Leonard’s shadow.
“Wretch!” the demon screamed, her face contorted with rage. Her hand began to swarm with sickly green balefire, but Visla plunged a dagger into her own hand. Blood poured from the Succubus’ claw and the flames dissipated. Visla winced with an overwhelming pain even as she drew the blade back from an unwounded hand.
“That should subside once she’s banished, my dear,” Leonard assured her. “Now, by your leave,” he began to chant the words of his spell in a language that dripped power from every syllable.
The sigils erupted with light, forming lucent bonds around the demon. Even as they ensnared her twisted form, the rage was gone from Aelva’s face. Her deep emerald eyes simply stared down at the gushing wound in her hand and across at Visla, hidden behind Leonard’s billowing robes.
“I’m sorry,” Visla whispered as she heard Leonard’s spell reach its climax.
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