Anja curled her spirit into a ball of energy again and cast herself across the room. The demon charged at her. Anja curled up again and appeared nearer where the front door would be. The demon released a chilling shriek as it chased her across the room. With its motive set, Anja curled up again and appeared behind the demon. She breathed in all the energy around her, solidified her apparition and stabbed the demon in the back.
The demon arched its torso.
A guttural, unnatural growl ruptured the demon’s gut. It thrashed to get Anja’s sword out of its body, but couldn’t reach.
White light filled the cracks of its black leathery skin and burst through its eyes and mouth. The purity of the blade burned Twelve Horns from the inside out until the demon crumbled to ash.
Anja’s sword swung free to her ankles. She lifted it and braced herself for the transition back to Purgatory.
A flame from Hell pierced the veil. It exploded to the ceiling and spread the width of the house in a flash of blazing heat and blinding light. Anja squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath as the violent whirlwind of Hell fire stripped the walls and ceiling of their charred crust.
The wind whipped by so fast it began to whistle and the fire superheated the air, boiling sweat beads to the surface of Anja’s skin.
HOLD ON! It’s almost OVER!
The wind reached such a high velocity that Anja could no longer hear the whistle’s high pitch. The tornadic wind thrashed her hair and her floor-length dress. The heat of the supercell absorbed the energy from Anja’s legs. Though she no longer had the power to stand, the wind of the fire propelled from Hell held her up as it consumed Twelve Horns and its Hell on earth.
A guttural roar in the heaviest heat raised octaves to a banshee screech as the flame spiraled thinner and thinner into non-existence, returning to the veil, back to Hell, swallowing the entire Realm of Damnation.
Anja collapsed on the wooden floor of the tall lady’s house.
Back to gray. Back to sorrow. Back to Purgatory.
With what little energy she had left, Anja scooted across the floor to her body. She leaned over herself and pumped her hands into her chest as if giving CPR. Once, twice, revive.
Anja sprang forward, gasping. Back to color, back to life.