A Magician's Gift

Exorcism and Valor

"Help... help us... please..."

"Yes. What is it, ma'am?"

"My-my-my daughter... my babe... Lily... she's-she's-she's possessed," the younger one stuttered.

"How young is the girl? How-how old is Lily?"

"She's-she's-she's-she's five years old..." she stuttered again.

"Ooh... that complicates things..." John said.

"How so?"

"Children and babies are much, much harder to exorcise than teens or adults. They won't stay the hell still and you can't exactly concentrate. Normally, exorcisms require a delicate and concentrated touch."

"Huh. In that case, mind if I can give it a try?"

"Most definitely not, Luv. Take it away," he told me. 

"Thank you." I kissed his cheek and went up to the woman. "Where is your baby?"

"Follow me. Katie, she's still a tad bit shaken. It hasn't been this bad in a long time. Maybe your boyfriend could join as well," the older woman told us.

"Of course. He does have a lot more experience with these sorts of things, after all. John!" I called. He came, and we went into the house. 

"Elizabeth Williams, by the way. My granddaughter, Lily Evans, she's been possessed. This started when her father supposedly put a curse on them."

"Might I ask why and when?"

"It started last year..."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Started when Lily was four. Katie and her ex-husband Oliver Evans, they were fighting and eventually got divorced. Nasty bloke, that one."

"Do you know why they exactly they divorced or why he put a curse on them?"

"Katie, my daughter, was "supposedly" cheating on him. She tried to defend herself, but, Oliver wasn't having it. He divorced her and put a curse on the two of them." Huh. Figures his name is Oliver. Never trust a guy with that name.

"Do you know the exact curse?"

"I curse Katie Belle Williams and those she loves most to be hurt by the work of the anti-Christ, the Devil, and all of Hell."

"Thank you. I should be able to do a counter-curse. This helps a lot. Thank you, Miss," John told her.

"Third door on your right. Please watch out for any flying objects," Elizabeth said, unlocking the four locks and opening the door.

"I'm sorry, flying—" I started before a lampshade flew past me. "Yeah. Good luck," she said, closing the door. I looked around, and there was no baby that I could see. What the....

I felt something drop onto my forehead. Is that... is that saliva?! Gross! I wiped it off, and looked up. A little five year old blonde with black eyes with her head turned a full 180 was on the roof on all fours.

"Oh, shit. This is going to be difficult..."

"You seen anything this bad before?"

"Yes. Once. Astra."

"The girl that you damned to Hell?"

"That one, yeah."

"She was like this?"

"It wasn't this bad, though. She was a lot less— BOLLOCKS! DUCK!" A LEGO ship almost hit us in the head. Jesus. "We need to either reach her or you need to get this thing out."