The Source's Lair

[The Dark]

::The darkness begins to yell again, that shrieking, hideous scream you've all heart before. Beams of light begin to pierce through its body as Dante's strength starts to overpower it.::

[Veronica]

::If Dante doesn't have the firepower, Veronica does. Now that the mirrors are in place and she doesn't have to think about them any more, she holds her hands up to aid concentration and begins spinning a globe of light in front of them. She pushes it away a little, because some heat is generating from it and soon it'll be unpleasant.::

"Just a minute..."

[Wesley]

::Wesley adds to the mix, trying to rev up the speeds of the wind towards a beginnings of a hurricane force to keep the demon contained.::

[Veronica]

::The sun grows in strength in waves, so it's obvious that it's becoming stronger. Veronica makes it break up, sends pieces closer to the mirrors. The room is getting really, really bright now. The whole room is filling with light. Every single corner.::

[The Dark]

::The demon screams louder and louder, starting to contort now. It darks down and up, then tears through Dante's light barrier only to find that the light is inescapable. Our heroes may only be able to see nothing in the light but a black streak flitting this way and that, trying to find a way out.::

[Veronica]

::Veronica has her eyes screwed shut now, unable to cope with the brightness.::

"Wesley!"

::She shouts really loud because losing your vision can do that to you.::

"Seal the exit!"

[Wesley]

::Wesley nods and motions his hand to do that, covering his eyes with the forearm of the opposing limb.::

[Dante]

::Strings of light, bright and sharp as razors appear around the demon as Dante makes threading motions with his fingers. They bind and tighten, wrapping around the Demonic shape::

"I can't actually see now. Not just because my eyes are shut either."

[Veronica]

::Those fashionable dark wraparound shades that cover the full eye and all of its visual directions appear on everybody's faces once more. They solidify, and now it's safe to open your eyes. Veronica still doesn't, because she's concentrating too hard on filling the room with the brightest, blinding light that's ever lit up a room ever.::

[The Dark]

::The shriek gets louder and louder as the creature staggers around in front of them, wisps of darkness pulling from its body and disappearing like the fading of smoke. The demon screams and screams, covering its face with two rapidly-disappearing arms and hands, its legs whispering away in the bright light, until, after a while, there's nothing left but the echoes of its final roar.::

[The Powers That Be]

[Congratulations, you just defeated The Dark, one of the largest components of The Black Day. However, it's not over yet - the Source's Lair seems to be rumbling, as if a cave-in is happening somewhere close by and it may only be so long until it gets here. Outside, however, the blackness that once presided is now replaced by the natural dark of the evening, a cool, mild darkness that is completely safe - and usual - to walk out in.]

[Veronica]

::After a few seconds, Veronica lets her powers drop. Gradually. The mirrors remain, as do the goggles on everyone's faces - these things exist now. It'd take her just as much power to remove them as it did to make them appear this fully, so she lets them exist. She pushes hers up as her eyes adjust to the new - normal - light of the room.::

"I think it's dead!"

::She has to shout over the rumbling sound.::

"Unless this is its second wave!"

[Dante]

"Second wave or the roof is gonna land on our head? Maybe we should get out of here."

::Dante stares nervously at the roof::

[Julie]

"I agree! Let's get the hell out of here! Gather here! let's go!"

::Julie waits for them to hold on to her so they came make the hastiest exit possible.::

[Wesley]

::Wesley runs over, lessening Julie's waiting time by a few seconds.::

[Dante]

::Dante moves himself over to Julie with Veronica in tow::

"I don't care where we go as long as we get out of here."

[Julie]

::Julie and the group are out of there in less than a second. Off to the beach they go.::

(I hope the caves aren't caving in too... or that at least they are out of there.)

[Majora]

::When Majora appears, the cave has stopped shaking. He observes the lair calmly, noting the absence of the darkness he'd been expecting to confront when he entered. The witches must have succeeded, eventually. Soon the day would be over, but if The Source had his way, they wouldn't live to see the end of it. And there was so much more for them to do. He can't even tell them that his tongue is bound on the matter; all demonkind is prevented from speaking too much about The Black Day to those of a better nature for fear they'll work out the secret to getting their powers back. He's dropped hints to Paige already, but she's clueless at the best of times.

Majora pauses. It's unlike him to think poorly of the pale one. He was quite sure, at one point, that he loved her. Perhaps his protests to The Source had helped him realise that she truly is something of a weakness to him. If it weren't for that woman, that witch, continually tugging at his heartstrings - and all without returning his affections, though at one point it had seemed possible - then he could've been great.::

(But I want her.)

::He turns away, chewing on darker thoughts. If Azura hadn't been in the picture, maybe Paige would've been his. Maybe she wouldn't have resisted, intent on upholding the sanctity of her so-called marriage to that... that... whatever she was. Prying, spying harlot and spawn of the same, undoubtedly. Their whole family was like that, probably - and Majora thinks this in spite of the knowledge that Jasmine has given him grudging breaks at least once or twice in the past. They're all the same, when you think about it. Trying to live a normal life whilst dealing with their powers. Who does that? Who strives for the mundane when the incredible is at their fingertips, more, in every breath they take? Idiots, idiots and losers.

The exiled demon strides into the small enclave dug into the wall, smoothed by years upon years of age and trickling damp. He finds that many of The Source's private collection of powers have tumbled to the ground, though he doesn't know why. He picks them up and juggles them, but his ability to juggle seems to have left him, probably when the mask was destroyed. The Source should've shown up by now; he usually does when there's a trespasser in his lair. And besides, he'll want to see the damage following the death of the darkness.::

(He might know there isn't much to see.)

::Majora finds the power he wants and absorbs it. He could take a lot more from here. He's got the strength. He's held millions of powers at once, once. But right now, he has a delicious plan that he wants to be just perfect. He'll show them. He'll show all of them. The Source, Paige... and all the rest. It can wait, though, until all of this is over. Majora glances around to ensure he's alone and, on confirmation of this, shimmers out.::