Nolan held Celine close, the warmth of their shared body heat slowly seeping through the layers of chilled skin and aching muscles. As he worked the feeling back into his hands with her help, he felt the sharp, painful return of circulation in his limbs, wincing slightly but remaining silent. The flickering firelight cast shadows across the cave walls, but the warmth was enough to push the darkness back, at least for now.
Her mention of the demon’s increasing malevolence made Nolan’s brow furrow. He’d known her long enough to trust her instincts, and if she said the thing had grown more dangerous, he believed her. Spirits and demons were never to be underestimated. He’d dealt with his fair share of malevolent entities in his time, but the way this one targeted Celine with such precision had him on edge.
He listened as she explained the difference between the playful spirit in her home and the malevolent force down here, and he nodded. It made sense. Spirits, especially ones that lingered, often took on distinct personalities, and it sounded like she was dealing with two very different entities. The one haunting the cove was something far more dangerous—something that fed on fear. That, Nolan knew how to handle.
When she asked how to hurt it, his jaw tightened. This wasn’t going to be easy. Demons that thrived on fear were notoriously hard to pin down, much less kill. But they weren’t invincible, either. You just had to hit them where it hurt most.
@Celine Vonn
Her mention of the demon’s increasing malevolence made Nolan’s brow furrow. He’d known her long enough to trust her instincts, and if she said the thing had grown more dangerous, he believed her. Spirits and demons were never to be underestimated. He’d dealt with his fair share of malevolent entities in his time, but the way this one targeted Celine with such precision had him on edge.
He listened as she explained the difference between the playful spirit in her home and the malevolent force down here, and he nodded. It made sense. Spirits, especially ones that lingered, often took on distinct personalities, and it sounded like she was dealing with two very different entities. The one haunting the cove was something far more dangerous—something that fed on fear. That, Nolan knew how to handle.
When she asked how to hurt it, his jaw tightened. This wasn’t going to be easy. Demons that thrived on fear were notoriously hard to pin down, much less kill. But they weren’t invincible, either. You just had to hit them where it hurt most.
Demons like that... they feed off fear. They want you to be scared, to feel powerless. That’s how they get stronger, how they sink their claws into you.His voice was low, steady, and filled with the hard-earned wisdom of someone who had faced down monsters before. He squeezed her hand gently, letting her know he was with her every step of the way.
You want to hurt it? You gotta do the opposite of what it wants. You can’t show fear. Every time it tries to scare you, fight back. Mock it. Show it that it doesn’t control you.He paused for a moment, glancing around the cave, listening to the demon’s distant howling, echoing like mocking laughter.
That thing wants you to think you’re alone out here. But you’re not. You’ve got me. And I’ve fought worse things than this.His voice took on a gruff edge, determination hardening his features as he looked at her.
Next time it tries something, we face it together. We stand our ground, and we make it realize we’re not afraid. That’s how you beat it, Celine. You take back your power.
@Celine Vonn
10-25-2024, 12:08 PM
