Just One Thing

But he couldn’t. Jeremiah had always been a gentle man, and even in this **** moment Jeremiah just couldn’t dare to take a life.

Never mind his wife or daughters.

Sobbing at how weak he was compared to the biblical Abraham, Jeremiah felt the press of the gun’s barrel to under his chin.

Finding the only resolution to act he could find the will for.

BAM!

It was painlesss, it was dark. And with a seeming blink Jeremiah was looking down upon his own body. Unaware, that his spirit wasn't just simply disembodied.

The dark emblems in the circle finally began to glow. A new word joining three others repeatedly chanted between arcane invocation.

The coloured flames burst to life as if blown skyward with jets of gas.

The pooled water spiraled up from its dishes, and the two elements wove and spun around the circle as the chair suddenly spiked into a column akin the meeting of a stalagmites with a stalactite.

Jeremiah felt himself pulled, spinning suddenly in the confluence of elements entwined in a tornado over his wife and daughter as they were flung from the circle by the **** of the energies.

Their need here resolved.

Jeremiah had taken his own life. A sin that gave the Idol all the control it could have ever sought over someone so devoted to another God. For he believed that sin meant his God renounced him.

His freed spirit was corrupted and coalesced into the hardest elemental spirit to forge. One which was transitory at best, prone to disperse and eternally lose itself upon the winds as if a water nymph cast out into the ocean.

But the incantations had been waiting. The circle was sealed, energized and complete. He was trapped, contained, and now being consumed by the infernal spell.

The last ingredient.

As Jeremiah met the abyss of oblivion the gate was now opened. A tornado of elements spinning chaotically, as the Idol’s realm awaited beyond its torrent. But the gate wasn't complete, it needed something from this realm to reach through, to bridge it.

Glenda and Marissa were occupied, holding and focusing the chaotic energies within the circle. Their energies draining, the clock ticking on achieving the goal of the efforts here for the Idol.

The witness gazed about, over looking the awestruck demons in the room, and the frozen in shock still mostly human women who had been drawn here, and positioned delicately around the circle just for this confluence. He knew what he needed to do,

Emi felt a moment of hesitation. A growing question of familiar yet forgotten doubt, a concern for the man who had just shot himself before them, as she felt two hands push her forward.