16164/Daughters of Devils Unite!

Daughters of Devils Unite!
Date of Scene:	03 April 2024
Location:	An ancient cemetery in the mountains.
Synopsis:	Rachel and Satana beat the zombie necromancer and packed Basilisk back inside of her.
Cast of Characters:	Satana, Raven

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Satana has posed:
"Right flank, Raven!" Satana calls. "I can't get to it in time!"

This is an understatement: the beleaguered demon queen is almost bodily holding up the shield that's separating the horde of zombies from the pair, and yet, more zombies keep pouring down the hills from newly-opened graves that only just revealed themselves.

"And keep an eye out for the necromancer responsible for this!" she adds with a growl. "He's going straight to Hell when we find him!"

Someone wants vengeance. Probably something to do with the huge gash on the side of her torso that she hasn't had time to heal. Pain is not something she enjoys outside of certain bedroom environments. Pain in combat? It's time for the pain.

"I will feed on him so slowly he'll learn the hard way..."

Raven has posed:
When there's trouble you know who to call...unless it's demons, then that list gets a little shorter. Demon zombies? Well, Zatana was busy, Constantine is currently probably drunk...it was Raven, Raven had been sent. Still, the devil's daughter had quickly discovered she was a little more outnumbered than this 'quick trip to check things out' had suggested. Thankfully? That didn't mean she was currently alone.

Bolts of void-black energy with a corona of white slammed into zombies, crushing, burning or otherwise destroying them...but they kept coming and things didn't quite suggest they'd find an end until they found the necromancer. That sort of put a dampner on any time to cast tracking spells.

Her cloak was torn, her skin scratched, but Raven continued to fight, her glowing eyes narrowed. "I'm...not sure there's time for 'slow' solutions."

Satana has posed:
Very foul words ... foul even in the INFERNAL language! ... pour from Satana's lips as she assays the situation and makes a decision. She sighs and slumps as much as she can when exerting herself like she is.

"Raven, darling, I'm afraid I'm going to have to do something drastic. I'm going to count down from 10. When I hit 1, take to the sky. Do not get involved until I've finished. Then ... for the sake of the town of Far Bend..." That would be the nearest town about three miles away. "...GET BACK DOWN HERE AND KEEP ME AWAKE!"

She hazards a glance Rachel's way before leaning back into the barrier.

Raven has posed:
Words that Raven probably understood, but the Titan could be offended or unnerved later...preferably when she wasn't thinking the same thing. Of course, she'd probably blame that on a response to the whole ZOMBIE ARMY and the empathy in close proximity of Satana.

Another bird-shaped shadow slamming into one particular group, Raven turns her head towards Satana, eyes still glowing.

"Whatever you're planning..." the warning begins.

Satana has posed:
"Will end this once and for all, but it will cost me greatly, Raven dearest," Satana says between gritted teeth. "And it will cost a lot more if I can't rein it in afterward. Be prepared."

And with no more words she starts counting. 10... 9... Her shield drops, forcing Raven to take it over as she concentrates on ... herself. There's mystical energies abounding, but they're all turning inward, reaching in deep in her soul. 3... 2... 1...

If Raven isn't in the air, she'll be at ground zero on what ensues. From out of the depths of her soul Satana tears out ... a primal force of rage and destruction, it seems. Ten metres in length, made of flame and of malice. A long, dragon-like spirit that solidifies into a long, dragon-like entity radiating flame and fire and fear. With a joyous scream it leaps out, visibly under her control, but also visibly testing that control at every opportunity, and in between such tests tearing into everything moving within reach, mowing down zombies like so much rotting grass.

Raven has posed:
The shield drops and the one that follows is clearly made of Raven's own magics. A bubble to shield them as she's forced skywards and away from the destructive energy that she'd dare not summon herself, lest she invite the eyes of her father. The burst of flame comes about and the rampaging beast forces the dark daughter to defensively wield her magic to keep them from being anihilated.

Satana has posed:
Satana controls the beast with precision, but at some level something seems off. She's laughing. And it's not that odd for the literaly Daughter of the Devil to be laughing while rampaging in destructions. It's odd that her laughter is mirroring the roars and snarls of the beast.

From the beast to her.

There's something chillingly symbiotic between the pair and the fact that Satana's face, now in a wide, rigid, mirthless grin of sheer joyous entertainment at the destruction raging about her, is out of character for her usual more suave and social approach to chaos leaves questions in the minds of those who know her.

Then a roar of triumph, from both entities: Satana pointing and the demon laying waste to the world around it flying with haste in that direction. At the end of both paths: someone whose very demeanour screams necromancer.

Scream being the operative word as the raw terror of the beast racing toward him registers.

Looking at the rampaging creature he suddenly freezes in place. And changes colour. To grey. Everything. Clothing included. Just in time for the demon to strike, sending shards of him flying for dozens of metres around. Shards of rock.

Raven has posed:
It's extreme, brutal, dangerous...and Raven was just holding on. But she had to move, had to be ready for that moment when the creature finds its prey. After all, Satana had warned her, and Raven knew all too well what it was like to mess with forces waiting to break free.

Hissing with effort, the dark aura flows over her, leaving her a silhouetted form of herself extending her hand towards Satana. Ribbons of black seeped out, ready to seize and pull the other demon daughter out of harm's way and into her grasp.

Satana has posed:
Satana's voice rings out over the range, echoing from the stones surrounding them: "BASILISK I SUMMON THEE AND RETURN THEE TO BONDAGE!"

The overt demon does not like hearing that and now tests Satana's grip on it in earnest, slamming against her will, causing her to stumble forward more than once as she tries to keep it reined in, dragging it slowly but surely toward herself.

Finally, at the end, when it is mere millimetres away from her, raging and struggling to break free, Satana pulls her arms in and drags the demon into herself.

There's a moment's silence, and it seems fine, then Satana falls to her knees, clutching her head and screaming, "IN! IN YOU FOUL ABOMINATION! IN!"

She sways as she struggles for her life, trying to force the creature into the core of her soul once more and rapidly running out of the energy to do it.

Raven has posed:
The grasp bolsters as it surges down to Satana, perhaps in itself mostly symbolic in the idea of keeping the demoness on her feet and off her knees. She'd rise up, upwards enough to find herself wrapped in the arms of Raven, or at least that was what it would feel like, but to any who might have been present to observe should such exist? They'd simply see the glowing halo of the bird-shaped manifestation of her magical soul enveloping Satana herself.

But it was more than just an emotional support, a second will pressed against Satana's own, not an invader but a bolster as that empathic link was opened and the mind that could stand against Trigon's own lust for destruction.

Satana has posed:
The struggle inside is real and while seemingly not *essential*--Satana is largely uninjured and undepleted--Raven's assistance is very clearly appreciated if the sensation of gratitude (wait, a demon with gratitude!? -- must be the human half!) pouring from Satana's soul is anything to go by.

Step by step the force of destruction within her is forced into a tighter and tighter space until it is finally forced where it belongs and bound by a simple mental charm.

And as quickly as it began, the crisis is over. The demon, referred to as Basilisk in Satana's invocations and bindings, is bound deeply within and all goes quiet. Satana stops screaming unholy syllables of the Dark Tongue into the air, and her soul stops screaming commands.

And her body goes slack as she pants.

Finally she looks up to where Raven is hovering.

"Are you as turned on as I am?" she asks with a weak grin and a wink.