The cirque of horrors

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We were inside a room with just a beam on the wall and lot of space over the wood floor, a voice, feminime yet assertive, cruel, dispotic and cold scolded us
"On position!" And as the words were pronounced my body as well as Virgil's one moved by command doing a... Dance stretch? Indeed it was, and with us lots of other gray figures from feet to head, of the same shape, without facial features or details, literal mannequins that moved by command.

We are in an academic dance class, at least by what it seems, and the teacher seems like a severe old woman by the voice, which imposes another command
"Split!" And our bodies got forced to do a full split on the ground, I suffered a bit over it, Virgil instead seemed as used as if that was his relaxing position, I guess the tricks he performed needed some flexibility.

"Now stand up!" Our joints moved together to stand up in a perfect way from the ground, until finally the voice revealed the body behind it. A small figure, with a stick on the right hand, a pair of glasses small enough to not completely cover the eyes but just be used to make the latters reach what's near the sight but old age has worn out, a chignon of silver strings that was messed up and the body language full of assertion and hate.

"How are we all behaving here huh?!" She screamed on both our faces as if the distance was the one between a pole pf the planet and another
"Behaving... Huh... Good!" The woman raised her eyebrow questioning, but then Virgil took the word
"Ma'am, is this place a sort of hell?" I got quite jealous by hearing how he called her Madame, it made me lust over his lips in a quite explicit way
"How do you know if it's an illusion or not?" She answered
"Because I'm the best of my class in sorcery".

They looked at each other for a few seconds, until all of a sudden a snap so strong to be heard across all hell and heaven caught the wall, signing that Virgil had the inhuman reflex to dodge that stick
"This is my class mister Noceur! And I won't admit your know-it-all behavior!" His body twisted like a pretzel, the legs on the top, the wrists turned over his back, and not a single complaint came out of his mouth.

Who knows what magic was behind such a violent use of the other people's body, but Virgil just simply doesn't seem to care about the pain, the woman finally let him go, probably apprehending the fact it is impossible to hurt such a being like that angel, but the situation got a twisted pace when I felt my arms behind my back, an excruciating pain that I couldn't bear, but neither Virgil could.

He sprinted on the woman, and removing the pointy cross from the pocket when the demon was under his feet a stab made viscous black liquid come out of her body, and thinking it was already dead we looked at each other eyes, my face looks like the one of a puppy that worships his owner as the best friend he has, and as Virgil is about to hug me a screech behind us freezes both.

The pupils disappeared, the limbs got enormous, as hands and feet both got full of blades and the teeth became fangs.
"Oh, good heaven" he claims while moving with me in order to not meet a horrible ending to our lives
"Use the shield!" Right! The shield, i made it appear on my arm and quite surprisingly it was able to block the monster gargantuan paw, could it be the fact I'm a demon? There's no time now for questions, I parry the attack in an elegant way, while Virgil uses the power of the cross to get the evil spirit out of the monstrous body.

Horrible sounds came out of the mouth, until finally the hits from my shield and the power from the cross were too strong for the demonic woman to keep up, and so that the black liquid came out again, this time signing for real that it died.