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Jez White ℐ Lilith (betterthaneve) wrote in thereincarnates,

With the distraction of Sydney's arrival, and subsequently Greg appearing too, Jez had the time to really fight against her bonds. Despite her rapidly deteriorating condition, Lilith had recognised the patterns her blood was forming. Everything about this set-up made her nervous. Actually nervous. So she pulled against the ropes securing her arms, no longer caring how much it hurt. Those were problems that she and Jez would deal with later. Her left arm, she found, had slightly more give to it, and with a few more seconds struggle, she curled up hand awkwardly and pulled it loose, barely even registering how much skin had sloughed off in the attempt.

She fumbled with the rope around her other arm, then pulled that free before attending to her legs. Somewhere in the back of her mind where the mortal girl was beginning to melt into Lilith there was a complaint that they couldn't continue like this. Blood still drained from her arms, and there surely wasn't much longer until it became very serious. But none of
that mattered.

Suddenly what mattered most was the fact that the floor had opened up to something that felt incredibly familiar. This wasn't supposed to happen. Her blood had once made an end to this. That they could pervert her body in this way, use it to send Lucifer back to hell... The last rope ripped free and she leapt from the chair, a little unsteadily, throwing herself at the edge of the trap with a snarl. A solid wall of nothing met her escape attempt, and the blonde woman bounced backwards somewhat startled.

The rituals power whipped around the room, throwing frizzy blonde hair into her face. Jez was finding it increasingly more difficult to concentrate. The scream distracted her for a moment. Perhaps it was her own...but no. That was Sydney she had just seen slipping down towards the pit. Jez's eyes flashed towards Greg. She couldn't let him follow his sister. He belonged here. With her. With Lilith. Where they would crush the human souls under their heels and revel in their pain. The small woman's face contorted in fury, as her eyes clouded to a milky-white. She might not have full access to her powers within a devil's trap, but it sure as hell wasn't going to hold Lilith for long.

It took a couple of seconds to concentrate on what power was available to her. Wrap it up in her mind ready to throw it in the direction she needed it to go. And then, in a move entirely reminiscent of Lilith's child-like demeanour, she stomped her foot.

The ground around her splintered, concrete fracturing like a smashed windshield. The trap marked out on the floor was ruined. Jez threw herself forward in the direction of Greg, her legs wobbling like a newborn fawn for two steps, then she collapsed on the ground. Her vision darkened at the edges, and threatened to black out entirely. Apparently significant blood loss was still a problem for Lilith while she was tethered to this mortal body. "Lucifer." She pleaded, desperate to reach him. Stop him being taken away from the world again. All she succeeded in doing was clawing blindly at the ground.