The darkness in the basement was palpable, as though they waded through warm water. James felt along the wall by the landing and found a light switch. He flicked it, but nothing happened, and he swallowed a lump in his throat. “I need to speak to Elise before we do this. Can you wait up here, Marisa?”
“Yes,” she said, and she waited on the top landing as Elise and James went to the bottom.
Light shone from the cracks around the door to the room where Lucinde was held. James could barely make out the carpet underfoot, striped red and purple and stained with water or something worse. He could see that Elise’s brow was pinched in the half-light.
“If you want to emotionally blackmail me again, so help me God, you better wait until—”
“No,” he interrupted. “I was thinking—piggyback?”
She let out a breath, shoulders sagging. “Piggyback. Good idea. I haven’t done an exorcism in a while, and…well, I’m not sure I’m strong enough anymore. I could hurt her.”
“Or yourself.”
“I’m not worried about that,” she said.
“And that worries me.”
Elise almost smiled. “Just do it.”
He reached within himself, searching for the wellspring of power that flowed from the earth beneath his feet. He caught it and wove it within himself, tighter and tighter until it felt like it might burst out his skin.
James brushed his fingers down her cheek as he released his power. It cascaded through both of them, warming him from the inside out. At the same time, he could feel it warm Elise. He felt the churning sickness in her stomach from being so close to the demonic power of the possessed child, and the ache in her muscles from the earlier struggle.
And then the power coalesced around James’s midsection, like a chain tying him to Elise. It was a secure, comforting feeling. Elise’s sickness abated, and James’s nerves settled.
For one instant, he shared in her emotions as clearly as though they were his own. She was angry, but some part of her did want to save the child—very badly, in fact. She regretted snapping at James. But her fear trumped all. She was terrified of fighting that thing again.
James’s stomach dropped out, and it was as though they both free-fell from a great height. Her eyes shocked open, and she staggered backward, breaking the physical connection between them. But the chain didn’t break. They were connected.
Neither of them were willing to look at the other. “I’m sorry,” James said. “I don’t want to fight that demon again, either.”
“I’m sorry, too.” And he knew she meant it, because he could feel it. “You can come down now,” Elise called, her voice resonating with power. Marisa joined them.
“What now?” she asked.
“Now we perform an exorcism.” Elise pushed the door open, and they filed in, one after another.
Lucinde huddled in the corner, her entire body trembling. Scratching echoed through the basement, and there were fingernail fragments lodged in the plaster. Marisa whimpered.
Elise turned on the MP3 recorder.
“My name is Elise Kavanagh. I am exorcising a demon from Lucinde Ramirez at the behest of her parents, Augustin and Marisa Ramirez. It’s the ninth of May, two-thousand nine, at twenty-one hundred hours.” Elise set the recorder by the door.
Lucinde glared at them over her shoulder, revealing a face that had only grown less human with the passing time. Swollen blood vessels rimmed the edges of her red-tinged eyes.
The girl’s upper lip curled, baring even white teeth. Her gaze flicked from Elise to Marisa, resting briefly on James before focusing on the kopis once more.
Her pupils dilated, and her irises were completely devoured. A low, soft breath escaped her mouth, almost like a snake’s hiss. The note carried demonic power and the stink of sulfur, and the mark on her forehead flared with power.
James felt Elise gather their joined strength around herself, and he fed into it. It built until the air trembled and her very skin seemed to be trying to shiver off her body, and still they kept gathering it, clashing against the energy of the demon. James felt their strength press against Lucinde, and she pushed back. Elise shuddered under the pressure.
Lucinde shifted forward, digging her bloody hands into the floor. Too late, he realized that the ropes Elise had used to bind the girl earlier were piled in the corner. She was free.
“Watch out!” he called.
Lucinde launched from the corner of the room. What was left of her fingernails slashed through the air.
Elise jumped to the side, throwing out an arm to block her. She brushed Elise aside and kept going, striking Marisa instead.
The mother screamed, and down they went.
Blood splattered to the floor. Lucinde growled. Her teeth sunk deep into the flesh of Marisa’s arm, and she worried at it as a dog might gnaw on a bone. Marisa collapsed to her knees, trying to wrench her arm free of her daughter’s mouth. “No, bambina!”
Elise clamped her hand around the girl’s jaw and dug her fingernails into her skin, but Lucinde’s bite only tightened. James leapt in, wrapping his arms around Marisa’s waist. He tried to drag her away, but even with the strength of two sets of adult legs, they couldn’t separate mother from daughter. Elise clutched a fistful of Lucinde’s hair and yanked.
“Let go.” Lucinde growled, and Elise jerked harder. “I said, let go!”
Lucinde released the arm. Marisa collapsed into James, cradling her bloody arm to her stomach.
The girl shot between Elise’s legs. Elise turned, but Lucinde was too fast. She clambered up a half-complete shelf toward the narrow window at the ground level. She wiggled through the opening, bare feet kicking behind her.
Elise grabbed for an ankle, but missed.
“Shit!” she swore when the feet disappeared, jumping up to grab the ledge herself.
James was only just behind Marisa in running out the door, up the stairs, and into the kitchen. Augustin blinked wetly at them as they passed. “What…?”
Marisa hit the back door without opening it, stumbling over her own feet. She sagged, favoring her bleeding arm, and the skin began to boil. James caught her, lowering her slowly to the ground. Outside, Elise struggled with the girl in the muddy back yard.
James tried to block out the sensations Elise felt and concentrated on Marisa’s bite, pressing his hand to the wound. “Does it sting?” he asked.
“It feels like acid!”
He reached into his pocket and withdrew a scrap of paper. His connection to Elise made summoning his magic easy, but all too quickly it began to draw off his partner. She wavered, and Lucinde took the opportunity to squirm out from under Elise and bolt for the fence.
James concentrated on healing Marisa’s arm, flicking the healing magic into the air around her. She whimpered. The skin twitched and writhed, but it was no longer bubbling. It settled, red and raw but clean.
“Wait here!”
He joined Elise in the back yard as she tackled Lucinde, smashing both of them into the fence. It shuddered with the force of the impact.
Elise was completely covered in mud, from her knees to her gloves and jacket. Her hands slipped on Lucinde, and the girl darted for a pile of landscaping boulders at the opposite corner.
James moved to cut her off. She froze, then tried to dart in the other direction.
Elise was already there, uncoiling the extra rope in her fists. She was flushed, panting, and exhilarated, her excitement washing through James. Her chain of charms jingled at her belt, and the crosses seemed to glow. Lucinde glanced between Elise, and then to James again, and back. The rain struck her skin and sizzled, evaporating instantly. Her entire body steamed.
“We should get her inside before the neighbors call the police,” he said, and Elise nodded.
Blood-caked fingernails flashed at Elise’s face. She threw herself out of the way, grabbing the girl’s wrist. Lucinde snatched the charms at Elise’s belt. The belt loops popped, and she flung them aside. The cha
rms sank into a puddle of mud.
James dove for Lucinde. She darted aside, but he managed to catch her arm. Her flesh was so hot it nearly burned his hand. He jerked her around, and she kicked him—hard—in the shin.
He growled, hefting Lucinde under his arm. She snapped at his arms with her teeth. He clamped a hand over her mouth.
Elise knelt in the mud, searching for her charms.
“I can’t find them!”
“Forget it. Door,” he grunted. Elise threw it open, and he rushed through.
Marisa and Augustin waited on the other side. The stuffed rabbit had reappeared, and she gave a ragged sob when she saw James and Elise come back inside with her daughter in tow.
“Out of the way!” she ordered. Lucinde kicked hard, nearly squirming out from under James’s arms.
“Get her feet,” he said.
Elise took her by the ankles, bracing them as James dragged her down the stairs.
Marisa squeezed around them and shut the basement window before they dropped Lucinde again. The girl scrabbled over to the corner, curled into a tight ball, and screeched pathetically at James.
Fumbling at the back of her neck, Elise took off her cross necklace and pressed it to Lucinde’s cheek. Her voice hardened, deepening with power as she summoned up the memory of the oft-recited rituals from ancient books to do her first exorcism in years.
“I exorcise you, impious demon,” she recited, and James could envision the same old pages Elise was remembering with perfect clarity. Lucinde’s face screwed up with pain. “In vain do you boast of this deed. I command you to restore her as proof you no longer have any rule over her soul. I abjure—”
Lucinde swung. “Elise!” James yelled.
Her fist connected. Elise’s back smacked into a wall, and Lucinde lunged.
Elise braced herself and took the impact, translating the momentum into a throw. Lucinde slid, but regained her footing immediately.
Elise scooped her rope from the floor, holding it in the joint of her elbow to keep her hands free. She grabbed the girl by her collar and slammed her into the wall. The drywall cracked.
“No—!” Marisa cried, throwing out a hand.
James caught her arm. “Stay out of it. Trust me. She isn’t feeling any of this.”
“I abjure you,” Elise went on, voice rising as she shoved the cross into Lucinde’s face again, “stripping you of the arms with which you fight. I revoke the powers by which—” the girl clawed at Elise’s wrist, trying to pry her off, “—this creature became bound to your service.”
Her back arched, even with Elise’s hands holding her flat to the wall. Lucinde’s nails dug into her sleeve.
Elise pushed the girl to the floor, pinning her arms to the dirty linoleum with her knees. She flung her head from side to side, but even with all the strength the demon provided, Elise had size on her side.
“This creature is restored, rejecting your influence, granted divine mercy for defense against your assaults!”
Lucinde began to scream, high and loud. Something pulsed underneath the surface of her skin where Elise held the cross.
She focused all the energy she possessed on that point, building it up between them. Heat rippled across James’s skin. Elise seized upon the darkness within Lucinde.
“Crux sacra sit mihi lux,” Elise said, and the power poured out through her words. “Non draco sit mihi dux. Vade retro, Satana—”
The power of the demon boiled through the air like hot oil, simultaneously slimy and as dry as a desert wind. Her screaming reached a pitch, and Elise released the cross so she could cover her mouth with her gloved hand.
The girl bit down, but her teeth got nothing but glove. Even muffled against her hand, James could hear screaming. It didn’t come from her throat.
“Nunquam suade mihi vana,” Elise continued. The stench of sulfur was almost choking. “Sunt mala quae libas. Ipse venena bibas!”
A silent clap of thunder roared inside Elise and James. Lucinde wrenched her head to the side, out from underneath Elise’s hand. “Mother!” she shrieked in a hundred voices. “Sorrow!”
She roared once more, wordless and agonized, thrashing beneath Elise.
Lucinde gasped, and then slumped. Her eyes closed, her mouth hung open, and she stopped moving.
Elise released the child, and Lucinde didn’t move. She lay limply between Elise’s legs, unconscious but breathing. The black symbol rapidly faded. Her veins sank into her skin once more.
“Madre de dios,” Marisa whispered.
James followed her gaze. She was watching the same place as Elise—not at the girl, but at the ceiling. A dark shadow manifested above the room. A smell like burnt ozone and charred hair, traced faintly with the iron tang of blood, permeated the entire basement.
Elise dropped her necklace into the pocket of her jacket, staring into the depths of the demon’s form.
“Servant,” she said in a low, strong voice. “Return to the Hell in which you belong and never return. Be gone.”
The demon dissolved. The pressure eased.
Elise pressed her fingers to Lucinde’s throat. James could feel the pulsing of her heartbeat in his own fingertips, steady and strong.
She was alive.
“Lucinde,” Marisa cried, pulling her arm free from James and scrambling over to her daughter. “Is she okay? What did you do to her?”
“She’s fine, Marisa,” Elise said. “You might both want to get checked out by a doctor, though. I’m sure Stephanie would be happy to pay a visit once she gets off her shift.”
Marisa smoothed her hand over Lucinde’s cheek. “Baby…baby, please wake up…”
The girl’s eyes opened. The whites were no longer yellow and veined. Lucinde had to swallow twice before she could speak. “Mama?”
“Oh, bambina.” Marisa choked on a sob and collapsed over her daughter, raining kisses all over her face and arms and tummy. She spoke rapidly in Spanish, too quickly for James to understand, but he got the gist of it. “My baby, querida, mi corazon…”
James rested his hand on Elise’s shoulder and lifted the magical binding between them. Her feelings disappeared from him in a rush. More than the physical sense of being tired, though, he felt drained spiritually—he couldn’t have lit a candle if he wanted to, with or without paper magic.
He didn’t need to read Elise’s mind to see she felt the same. “I almost forgot what that was like,” she said.
“Yes, but perhaps now we should…” he said, gesturing toward the door.
“Wait,” Marisa interrupted, scooping Lucinde into her arms. Blood seeped through the makeshift bandage on her arm. “Gracias, thank you so much. She’s okay again. You really did it. It wasn’t…” Lucinde looked dazed, as though she wasn’t quite sure what was going on. It was a pleasant departure from the screaming. “That was nothing like the movies.”
“Life usually isn’t,” Elise said.
“How can we ever repay you?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
The temperature in the kitchen was much warmer than the basement. Augustin stood when they entered.
“Is she…?”
James pulled Elise aside from the doorway, letting Marisa enter the kitchen. He froze, going completely expressionless.
She blinked several times, squinting against the fluorescent lamps, and buried her face in her mother’s shoulder. Marisa stroked Lucinde’s hair, murmuring to her softly, but her eyes were all for Augustin. For the first time, James glimpsed real love between them.
And Augustin crumbled. He collapsed against the table as though he could no longer stand.
“Thank God.”
Marisa brought Lucinde to him, and they cried, relieved and happy and still sort of drunk off the whiskey. The kitchen felt so much brighter without the weight of the possession heavy over the entire house.
“Call us if you need anything else,” Elise said, but the Ramirezes weren’t listening.
“Let’s go,” Jam
es said.
They left the kitchen, and even though all the lights inside were off and the curtains drawn, it felt nowhere near as dark as it had been when they had first arrived. James found his jacket, and Elise took a moment to go to the thermostat, flicking off the air conditioner before cutting around the side of the house to find her charms in the back yard. They met again in the front.
The rain hadn’t let up. They got in the car, and James fished an old towel out of the backseat, drying off his hair. He offered it to her when he was done, but she gazed thoughtfully out the window and didn’t see.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“Good,” Elise said. “I feel…good. Are you okay? I saw you healing Marisa, but you didn’t take it from me.”
“I’m fine, but I certainly won’t be doing any more magic for a few days.”
“What do you think about what Lucinde said?”
“‘Sorrows,’” James repeated, and she nodded.
“What did it mean?”
“She said ‘mother’ as well, and I don’t think she was calling Marisa. I believe it’s a name.” He removed a city map from the glove compartment and scanned it briefly. He pointed at a green oval on the north end of the paper. “See here—Our Mother of Sorrows, right by the university.”
“Why would a demon yell the name of a cemetery?”
“A lesser demon, such as the one that possessed Lucinde, is merely an appendage of its master rather than an individual entity,” he said. He started the car. “So as it is exorcised…”
“It goes back to its master and sees or thinks exactly what its master sees or thinks,” Elise said. “I’m going to the cemetery.”
He stopped at the red light. “You’re going?”
“Listen, James…” She paused to collect her thoughts. When she spoke, her voice was soft. “You’re right. I have to take care of this. This bitch—the death goddess—almost skinned me, and she owes me her blood. But I’d feel a lot better if you weren’t around for it.”
“You’re completely unprepared.”
“I don’t have time for preparation. I have to get her now. Who knows where she’ll be tomorrow?”
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