The priest was torn. First there was the poor young man, collapsed on the floor quite near him. On the other hand, he had seen the demon's exit and needed to follow it. This one proved to be more important in the end and he left the others to take care of Mr. Cullen. Groping for his satchel, Fr Verdoux hobbled back up the stairs. He winced when he had to put weight on his sprained ankle, but otherwise tried to ignore it. The little beast could have done far worse, he knew.
It had moved back toward the hall, which was devoid of whole furnishings at the moment. As a result of the demon's ire, the chairs which had lined the walls at varying intervals, as well as the paintings which hung above, all had been toppled and were currently in a state of disarray. All, that is, but a mirror which hung serenely at one side of the hallway. Fr Verdoux mentally kicked himself for having missed it. It was common knowledge that certain entities liked to attach themselves to various objects--the classic example being the mirror.
He pulled at his hair. Surely it had to be destroyed. However, it well could be that the vessel of the mirror was itself indestructable. Or, on the other hand, it might require a certain invocation, or a certain tool. He couldn't be sure because he had never directly dealt with an object possession of this sort. Warily, he flipped open his handbook and began thumbing through it. He hoped to hit on the right page directly, that he might say the words, do the deed, and be done with it.
There was nothing he wanted more at this moment than a bowl of soup and three hours of sleep in his own small apartment.