It was obvious now the group had made it's decision on how to best handle the creature, though it seemed like a hasty and ill conceived decision. Never the less Maximilian stayed to listen after moving himself towards the back of the group. But all the talk of bus explosions and child barbecues wasn't to his liking nor did he have much reason to show interest. After all. it in no way affected him at the moment.

The glow in the demon's eyes flickered revealing beast-like eyes with red slits as pupils. They dilated and the demon gasped as Adi's weapon was stuck into her gut and she wailed as the holy oil touched her flesh, leaving a searing burn mark on the demon's skin. She wailed once again, the lights within the room flickering with her and her multi-voiced cry. "Yozenrath!" Her eyes widened in shock, as if she let something slip, and then she smiled slyly and began to chuckle to herself, though it was clear she was in pain.

"Fine. You want information that bad you damn bimbo?" she spoke, her voice sounding multi-toned and distorted "It was Yozenrath who did it. He lit the bus and the lord let it cook," she flinched with every subtle movement of the karambit "L-Let it be a lesson to you children, " she gasped in pain "Don't go poking your noses where they don't" she gasped "belong...Mr. Albright...and the seniors of last year stumbled on a certain game plan...they needed to be...extinguished...AGH WHY CAN'T I GO?! GO! GO! GO! GO! HOME!! HOME!! HOME!! HOOOOME," her body became limp and all the lights in the room went out.

Evelyn created two wisps to provide some light in the darkened room. One of the lights hovered over the demon and her body was shaking slightly, and they could hear a barely audible low laugh. The demon did not raise her head, and her hair covered her lowered face, but her shoulders shook as if she was laughing, "You mortals, how much safer would you feel if the veil were to fall?" She snapped her neck backwards laughing loudly, her voice seeming to come from everywhere around them "Words will only keep Lady Dawn for so lonnnnnnnnnng."

A black fire began to consume the demon's body and she disappeared leaving only a pile of blackened sulfur and brimstone. The room seemed completely void of any presence, as the rest of the hall did earlier, but the menacing presence continued to linger.

"That presence" finally spoke Evelyn, "It wasn't hers. She must've been one of the lesser demons."

Despite all that trouble, they had a name, and that was perfectly fine for Adi as the demon dissolved in to nothing but ashes. One step at a time. He'll have his vengeance one step at a time. Tempting as it was to just empty the oil out on the remains just to be sure, he could still feel the evil presence from earlier.

"That presence. It wasn't hers. She must've been one of the lesser demons." St. Augustine stated the obvious.

That would mean he'd have to hold on to the oil and though troublesome, he'd rather not need it later than not have it when he did. Calming himself down from his actions he stood aside and waited for senior Pearson's next command.

There was no way a demon would die that easily. It was rather strange that they were able to restrain her at all, come to think of it.
"Yozenrath and Lady Dawn..." Alice repeated. The only things they managed to learn were those two names. "Next time you catch those names, tell me. Anyway, you all heard Evelyn. There's something else here. We got lucky, managed to kill a demon, but I bet we won't be so fortunate next time. Let's go upstairs and find Mrs. Rachel. She'll want to know what we heard."
Her mind felt a bit fuzzy as the effects of adrenaline began to wear off. Lightly tossing the holy water back to Logan, she marched towards the stairs.

Even though it was pretty obvious that presence he felt earlier didn't belong to this demon, Johnathan couldn't help but to think he was right. Even though it didn't make him feel any better. However, there could be a chance that whatever the group still feels could be with Rachel right now. But he had to focus, he couldn't let his emotions get the best of him. It looks as though they got a couple of names, and it was a good start. And something was better than nothing. Slowly, he took his foot off the wall, stood up straight, and followed Alice where she was heading towards the stairs.

The so called 'demon' was nothing more than another pawn. The nerve she had to mock us only to fall to her knees by a splash of holy water was a bit entertaining to Li. Adi ignoring Li's idea to start creating a bind was for the better, as he did not need to waste any energy creating something powerful for a monster so weak. Meanwhile the presence they felt before still persisted, so following Alice's orders, Li started making his way to the stairs leading up to the next floor.

OOC: omg the final battle of this chapter~

Alice led them up the next flight of stairs to the thirteenth floor where Miss Rachel believed most of the spiritual activity was taking place. As soon as they opened the door to the next floor, it was apparent that something very wrong was taking place on the thirteenth floor. The walls were covered with markings in various unknown symbols. There was an extremely strong smell of blood and sweat that lingered in the hall, and various singe marks on the wooden floor. At the end of the hall hung a crimson curtain that seemed to shimmer like fire in the light. Oddly enough however, rather than the familiar presence of evil, the children felt an eerie sense of comfort and an electrified peace overpower the evil.

As they approached the end of the hall, the curtain fell revealing an even more horrific scene. The wooden floorboards were covered in blood and various bodies, one could not tell if they were alive or dead, lay on the ground. Each body wore a long blue-black robe with crimson markings in the same unintelligible writing on the walls and a large hood over their head, shrouding their faces in darkness. On what appeared to be an extremely large white and pristine plate, lay an unconscious woman covered in bruises, blood and tattered clothes. At one point she must've been extremely beautiful and dressed in the finest clothing and make-up, but presently she was a mess. Behind the plate with eyes closed, arms stretched outwards as if he was receiving something and a small smile on his face, stood a seven foot tall man dressed in white. He was incredibly beautiful, and seemed out of place to his surroundings, not a speck of dust, blood, or anything else in the room managed to mar his white suit of perfection. The man in white seemed to emit a sort of light about him.

Without a word said, all the kids instinctively looked to the wall on the right, as if they had been instructed to do so, and there forced immobile onto the wall lay Miss Rachel. Looking at the kids with a mix of anger, pity and regret.

It was then that two hooded figures stepped out of the shadows from both of the far corners of the room.

"If the dawn cannot rise to slay us? Do mere children stand a chance" spoke both of them at the same time, "Unto us they shall be a sacrifice."

A chorus of voices from nowhere echoed "A SACRIFICE"

"They shall be vessels and serve in our kingdom as the others"

"VESSELS!" screamed the chorus with glee, and with that, both of the hooded figures ran towards the group.

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Evelyn's reactive response was to immediately take flight as the two men ran at them. She tried her best to not let her attention be too diverted by the seven foot man in the room, she had a hunch as to what he was, though she didn't want to say it out loud. Instead she began to rack her brain for something, anything, they could do to end this mission.

"They're possessed" she called out to the others below "Don't hurt them too much, they're still human in there somewhere...we need to exorcise them...and purify this room!" Purification wasn't exactly her expertise, killing stuff? Yeah, no problem, she could do it with her eyes closed, but purifying a room required either some sort of omnivident ability to dispel the evil, or some sort of concoction of holy oils, waters and incantations.

Logan wondered if his holy water would be useful in exorcizing the spirits, as perhaps would Adi's anointed oil. Of course, he had no knowledge of how to use either in such a manner. He glanced over at Li, the group's exorcist. If anyone would know what to do, it would be him.
"Hey Li, catch!" He shouted, tossing the canister of holy water to the upperclassman. With his hands freed, the junior rushed to the front of the group and bore his shield to help slow the possessed men. Hopefully, with a little help, he would be able to hold them off long enough for the others to figure out a way to purge the room.

The junior Logan quickly tossed his bottle of holy water to Li. He quickly caught it and started to coat his tonfa with the water. Most of Li's exorcising comes from manipulating the flow so the holy water would be more useful for the rest of the group. He handed the bottle to the junior Johnathan next, so he can coat his weapon with the water. Immediately after passing the water off, Li sat on the ground cross legged, and started meditating, manipulating the flow through him in order to create a bind powerful enough. If Ms. Rachel could not defeat these monsters, then Li knew that the chances for the group were quite low. He had to create a bind quite powerful that he was out of the fight until he created a bind powerful enough to rid of two spirits.

“If the dawn cannot rise to slay us...”
“Lady Dawn...”
“The dawn cannot rise...”

August glanced again at Miss Rachel. The creature downstairs had said something about a Lady Dawn. “Words will only keep Lady Dawn for so long”? What was that supposed to mean? The cultists flaunted their power over the dawn. Surely they were referring to the defeated woman pinned against the wall. Miss Rachel was officially Doctor Rachel... Dawn, wasn’t she? The dots connected, but no cohesive image formed in the freshman’s mind. Was this a trap? Had they been set up?

The time for questions was cut short as two hooded figures rushed the group of students, clearly intent on doing them bodily harm. August would have met them head-on had he not been reminded by the flying girl that these were people, not ghosts. Not that he particularly cared about preserving their lives, but they would doubtless be more difficult to engage physically than phantoms. Instead, he fell back to senior Adi’s side, whispered; “Hey, buddy. That “holy napalm” of yours. I would be more than happy to give you a light right about now.”

Adi gratefully received the flame as he lit the cloth he had been using as plug for the grenade/oil canister. It burned and he tossed it with all his might in front of the men hoping to shatter it like a holy molotov. His hands free the karambit reappeared in his hand.

Junior St. Augustine said something about not hurting them too much due to possession but it was their fault their weak wills were overpowered in the first place. There was even a good chance they willingly submit themselves to it. He raised the keenness of his weapon, he wasn't as kind as his junior and this wasn't going to be gentle.

As he stepped to the front he walked past Li, already chanting his way through whatever ritual would end this nightmare, and further strengthened his resolve. This was not a completely unwinnable battle. He found junior Douglas and stood beside him.

"As a martial artist to another, I always thought that too many fighters are scared of groundwork," Adi said idly as he readied himself.

Carter put up his brass knuckles, he turned to the direction of Adi, "Hey, you wouldn't need an extra pair of hands? And by hands, I mean brass hands."

Adi barely registered junior Gram's presence, his focus already on his first opponent. He only lowered his head slightly, almost as if in confirmation but really it was a meaningless bit of movement.

"Pfft. Good enough of a yes for me." Carter said, in a very uncouth manner. He started running at the possessed foes, Aim for the ribs, Carty. And so he ran to strike the closest threat in the ribs, which seemed like a good place to hit.

"Oh, but groundwork is the funnest." Logan responded, though he was a bit worried by the way Adi brandished his weapon. The oddly shaped knife was different from his own armaments. It would do actual damage to living beings. Carter's zeal in itself was a bit worrisome as well. There was little time for concern, though, as the fire caused by Adi's holy hand grenade subsided. No longer hindered, the possessed men charged once again.
Logan lowered himself against one of the oncoming attackers and met him with a targe to the stomach. He then quickly whipped out his other hand and sliced the man's side with his dirk. The knife split through the man's body as if it wasn't even there, and as far as the dirk was concerned, it wasn't. Logan only hoped that the slash had hurt the malevolent spirit inside enough to slow it down.