John sharply inhaled through his nose, trying to regulate how he was feeling but it was no good. Astra was more than just a sore spot. Her damnation was one of his lifes biggest mistakes. "Let me put it this way. She was an eight year old child when she was dragged to Hell. She's a young adult now... What do you think?" John replied. It was a touch snappy, but it was a sore subject. She didn't need to know everything. Not like Astra would even know how long she had been down there. To her, she had been there far longer. He took another drag from his cigarette and dropped it, crushing it under his foot.
"As far as she's concerned, I left her down here to suffer for all eternity, and I didn't come back for her. Not once. I abandoned her when she needed me the most, so she somehow managed to free herself from Nergal and found a place for herself here in Hell" he explained bitterly. "She's clever, she's sneaky... She's a survivor. So think like that, yeah?" he offered.
From his pocket he produced a small locket. Opening it up, he took out a small strand of curly black hair. It belonged to Astra, and he would use it to strengthen his illusion. From his pocket, he took out his lighter and held it under the hair. He set the hair aflame and pocketed the lighter, preparing himself to begin the spell. "Loki, magister illusio nascitur, exaudi verba mea. Hoc habitu terrae accipere filia damnato. Ut fiat ei in cultu unius Dei qui offerebantur." he said, curling his hands around the smoke. With the final word, he uncurled his hands and released it, pushing it towards Bryn and allowing it to envelope her, changing her form. She no longer looked like Bryn. She was Astra. Not just her appearance. Her scent, her height, everything would be just like Astra's.