The dispel hits again, and once more the fire in his body flickers, going out once more. In the next instant is Raylan's sleep spell, and the child's eyes flutter, slowly glazing over--
The hum of lyirum kicks in, louder than ever, and then the fire returns in full force yet again. The child jerks back upright, lips curling into a snarl, the scar on his cheek welling up with blood and sliding down his jaw, dripping off from his chin.
"The screams remind me everyday. I hear their pain and their rage and now they're mine. Their rage is mine, and it will burn this place down."
The tables lined up along the sides catch fire with those last words, wood cracking and breaking as the demonic fires rip through them, quickly reducing them into ashes.
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The hum of lyirum kicks in, louder than ever, and then the fire returns in full force yet again. The child jerks back upright, lips curling into a snarl, the scar on his cheek welling up with blood and sliding down his jaw, dripping off from his chin.
"The screams remind me everyday. I hear their pain and their rage and now they're mine. Their rage is mine, and it will burn this place down."
The tables lined up along the sides catch fire with those last words, wood cracking and breaking as the demonic fires rip through them, quickly reducing them into ashes.