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John Constantine (worksbestalone_) wrote in spinningcompass,

John grabbed the nearby rubbish bin and emptied it out, putting it on the floor in front of Bryn. Well that was covered at least... Better that than trying to clean up more than was needed. And she had already downed the bottle. There was no going back.

John moved to light a few candles and placed them around the circle. North. West.. South. East. He stepped back, closing the lighter and pocketing it before he made sure his sleeves were properly rolled up. Holding his hands out, he turned his palms upwards and focused on his connection with the ley-lines. With the station itself. He began to chant in old Norse once more. His chant was constant throughout the ritual. It was designed to help draw out the curse, to draw out her Vampirism. To draw it to near frenzy thus making it more vulnerable. All around Bryn, the circle she stood in lit up, not allowing her to leave beyond its boundaries. The binding spell held her in place, and his chanting was there to help dispel the ancient curse, her undeath.

No matter how Bryn reacted, as hard as some of it may have been to see and hear, he had to keep going. He couldn't break the spell not even for a second. All his focus was on his art, all of his attention was on making sure he helped her. He drew not just from his Demonic blood but the ley-lines energy, making his magic all the more potent.