Yes, with an added bonus

The sensation of returning was like plunging into ice water after being flayed alive, a shocking, painful, agonizingly glorious homecoming. Sensation returned in a tidal wave: the cool air on her abused skin, the rough texture of the carpet, the dull, throbbing ache of a hundred bruises and strained muscles, the lingering, foul taste of ozone and demon in her mouth. She gasped, her own lungs filling with her own sweet breath. She was back. She was home.

The Valerius-demon, howling in frustration. It lunged, its shadowy claws aiming to rip her soul from her newly reclaimed flesh before she could even get her bearings. But something was different. Something was new. A power, dark and potent and humming with ancient energy, now pooled in the pit of her stomach. It was his residual power, his demonic taint from all the sex he had in her body, left behind like a stain on her soul. But it was no longer his. It was hers. And it answered to her. Instinct, primal and fierce, took over. Chloe threw her hand forward, a gesture that was not just physical, but an absolute act of will.

“Get out of my home!” she screamed, and her voice was no longer just her own. It was layered, resonant, imbued with a new, terrifying power. The very air in front of her didn't just shimmer; it tore open. A screaming vortex of swirling fire and absolute shadow erupted in the middle of the dorm room, a swirling, hungry portal that pulled at the very fabric of reality. The howling of a billion tormented souls, the soundtrack of Hell itself, echoed from its depths, a sound that promised eternal agony. The Valerius-demon shrieked, a sound of pure, unadulterated terror, its millennia of arrogance stripped away in an instant. It tried to resist the portal’s overwhelming gravitational pull, its shadowy form clawing at the floorboards, but it was too late. The vortex latched onto its smoky form, dragging it inexorably, unstoppably, towards the fiery abyss.

“I WILL RETURN!” it howled, its form dissolving and unraveling as it was sucked into the swirling maw of damnation. “THIS IS NOT THE END! YOUR FLESH WILL BE MINE AGAIN!” Then, with a final, implosive snap that sucked all the sound from the room for a single, deafening moment, the portal closed, leaving behind only the acrid smell of burnt air, shattered windows, and a profound, echoing silence.