te rogamus, audi nos.
A scream rips from the young man's throat, the demon's black eyes wavering. Throwing his head back as his body jerks, Jack goes rigid as peels of black smoke peppered with golden flecks burst from his mouth. With an inhuman roar, the smoke circles the ceiling like a hurricane as Jack's body crumples to the floor in a heap.
And then there is silence. The smoke has vanished. All that's left is the winter spirit lying limply on the ground.











