Portal to Hell

Seven

Inside the otherwise unassuming house, Bobby panted harshly where he'd collapsed on his living room floor a good hour earlier. Every Time he so much as thought about his friends and family, never mind tried to whisper even a Pagan prayer of Protection, it felt like something clawed, bit, stabbed, or shot him. No doubt he was a sweaty, bloody mess, and the sweat he could feel pouring off him–despite not even bothering to turn on the heat when he'd arrived a week ago–was only irritating his numerous wounds.

Begging any Deity that'd listen to him for one last chance to see his son before he died resulted in feeling like claws got shoved into his chest. The bassist couldn't help a gasp, which led to him actually coughing up blood this Time, and he knew this was it–he was gonna die here without getting to tell those who meant the most to him how much he loved them.

He wasn't expecting to hear a key in the lock of his front door as the blood finally slowed so he could breathe again, nor who was on the other side of it when it opened. Looking up through blurry eyes, he managed to make out the faces of his bandmates and manager, four more men behind them. There was a lone female face, and once the woman moved close enough, he managed to make out the features of Dragonfly. That brought a slight smile to his face, but it quickly disappeared as he felt like something dug its claws in again.

"Get...outta here...while ya...still can!" he managed to rasp, which just made him cough up more blood.

"Not gonna happen, Bobby," the young Witch said. "You're coming outta this alive, or we're all dying trying!"

Knowing how stubborn she was, Bobby knew there was no fighting her, even though he doubted she'd the slightest clue what she was getting herself into. "Just...be careful... This thing's...sick and...evil."

"What demon ain't sick and evil?" she chuckled, brushing his hair back. "So why would I be stupid enough to enter such a battle without reinforcements?"

Looking up, he realized that two of the men who'd been behind his bandmates were obviously of high positions within the Catholic church. That brought him a slight amount of relief, to know that someone'd tried to get help and managed to get in touch with those who could actually help him. After that, the bassist didn't remember a thing as his World suddenly went black, but his eyes remained physically open.

I don't normally do mid-chapter author's notes, but I wanna take a moment to apologize to anyone reading who's of the Catholic Faith. I'd like to think that my being a literal Witch'd be obvious by now, but if it's not, I'll let that statement sit.

My apologies come just in case any of this next part's wrong. In being a Witch, I'm not exactly familiar with Catholic prayers on anything, and one can't always believe what they see, hear, and read on the Net. If I've gotten anything wrong in what I managed to find on Google, you'll have to forgive me, for the last thing my Intent was here was to be mocking another Faith, whether I believe in it or not.

~Banshee

"Shit, get back!"

Aisling jumped back from her friend as she watched his eyes turn completely black, his expression shifting from one of a weakened, dying man to one of pure Power and utter evil. The other three members of Poison, Dave, Jack, and Howie all threw themselves against him when the bassist started to lunge for her, and she was glad. It took all six men to pin even this wiry fucker down so he couldn't move, now that the demon trying to fully possess him was in Control for the moment.

Bishop Long took the items that Major Archbishop Muñoz pulled from his satchel and handed him, the six guys working together to literally chain Bobby to a chair. None of them thought that ropes or anything less than Metal was gonna be able to hold him down, 'cuz he was already pretty strong on a normal Day. Combine his normal Strength with the inhuman Strength of a demon, and there was no telling what he was capable of aside from just knowing he was dangerous as all hell right now. As if such a thing weren't evident before, it certainly was when he hissed, growled, and let out an inhuman roar as he struggled, jerking at his bonds like he Intended to break free.