text: [Themes: love & dating, historical, romance, fantasy]
  
  Though you are not entirely sure where the words are coming from. "Tonight we will gain revenge on the daemonologists. All my life I hoped to be one of them. All my life was a lie. They murdered my mother, a powerful spirit, and they have wronged each of you too. Tonight we will make them pay for what they have done."
  
  It is a simple enough speech, but it seems to inspire the daemons. "We will follow you, great spellcaster," Jarobaal says. It is disconcerting to hear good English come from a snake's head, but you just nod. The others give their assent too, and Seria comes to your side.
  
  Her voice is forceful and her face wears a sneer as she speaks of the enemy. "They are asleep in their beds, so we will have little trouble with the first few. But then they will raise the alarm, and we will have a true battle on our hands." She squeezes your hand. "The students are not to be touched, though if they attack you may of course slaughter them. But it would be better to put the fear of daemons into their veins, to teach them never to oppose us."
  
  Most of the daemons have particular targets in mind, the professors who banished them or stole their prey, but splitting up to take each one individually is too risky. Instead, Seria divides your army into three groups, who will work their way through the professors. She will fight by your side, of course, as will Nephilaxet, Semkhapu, Spulliso, Yfrigge, and a few others. Dr. Fogg is the final target, since you should grow in power as the battle progresses and your angelic blood fully awakens.
  
  You whisper a quick spell, and your window vanishes without a sound. The daemons leap out at once and you follow, commanding the wind to soften your landing. You lead Seria and the others to Dr. Coghill's house, the same place you once spent your evenings cleaning. He has little power and should make a good first victim. Something to whet your appetite.
  
  His door is protected by some carved glyphs, and you stop to examine them. Coghill is an expert in these sorts of enchanted inscriptions, and, weak or not, he likely put a good deal of thought into them. After a minute you're fairly confident you understand how they work, though your Hebrew isn't advanced enough to grasp the details. You know a few unbinding spells that could probably let you in, especially given your advantage over Coghill in raw power, but you've certainly never tried them against anything like this.
  
  You musings are interrupted by a growl from Semkhapu. "I could easily smash this down." You glance at her huge paws and muscular body, and you have to admit she could be right.
  
  > Force
  Strange as it might seem, the sphinx has a point. You still aren't entirely sure about these inscriptions, but daemonologists have a tendency to focus on the magical. You wouldn't be at all surprised if the door is unprotected against mere physical force. In fact, you doubt it's even locked.
  
  You nod, and Semkhapu backs up to charge. Her body is power, and when she springs against the door it crumples without any trouble. There is a crash, of course, but it was probably too much to hope to catch Coghill asleep.
  
  You lead the way up the stairs, remembering the hours spent cleaning them from the previous owners' grime. Coghill was something of a perfectionist, which no doubt served him well in inscribing those runes. His bedroom door has similar writing, which you deal with in the same way. The entire daemonic horde rushes in after Semkhapu, and you encircle Dr. Coghill, still wearing his dressing gown and nightcap. He is covered in dust and bits of debris from the door, but he recognizes you at once and grimaces.
  
  He is standing in some kind of protective circle, its intricate lines weaving in and out like the Celtic pattern on your chest. You see tiny runes carved there too. Probably best not to attempt a direct attack, though in a way the circle is a blessing. He has no chance of escape, and it gives you plenty of time to destroy him. You begin chanting a simple spell, one that should smudge the pattern and let the daemons in to devour him. Meanwhile, Seria and the others explore every inch of the design for weaknesses and send spurts of fire and dark energy. Coghill is clever, however, and his circle is safe.
  
  At least, it is until you complete the incantation. You finish, and he stares, wondering what exactly you meant to accomplish. Seria understands at once, though, and slips through the tiny break you've made in his otherwise perfect design.
  
  Coghill gives a strangled yelp and tries to run, but she is quicker. She takes his hand in her own and he stops, gazing into her eyes. You watch his resistance melt away, and he bends down for her kiss.
  
  His lips are only an inch form hers when you send a bolt of lightening to finish him off. Seria turns to you and laughs. She darts back to give you a quick kiss before the band of daemons sets off for their next target. "Don't tell me you were jealous of him?" she purrs, twisting her body away from yours. You reach out a hand and pull her back by her lovely neck. She lets out a little whimper.
  
  "You are mine, and I am yours," you growl.
  
  > To Faber
  Your Hebrew professor is the next to die, and you lead your army out of Coghill's house and through the grounds. A professor whose name you don't know tries to stop you, but he's rather foolish and must not notice the daemons right on your heels. Spulliso takes care of him, snapping his neck before he has any idea what's going on. "My fingernail," he says, sounding mildly annoyed. "My fingernail broke on that man's neck."
  
  As luck would have it, you run into Faber, who must have detected the disturbances and all the spiritual auras. It seems you've lost the element of surprise, though that was bound to happen eventually. Slightly complicating things is the fact that he's with Dr. Young and two other professosr, one of whom is among the strongest at the College. You see that the man's face is bleeding, but it doesn't seem to be slowing him down. "Traitor and fiend!" Faber shouts, but then your daemons are on him and it's all he can do to say alive.
  
  You watch with anger as Young throws a silver knife at Semkhapu, catching her on the leg. She howls in pain, but then the other professor begins yelling in Latin. You turn to face him and mutter a spell of your own. You can feel your aura fighting with his as you chant. He is strong, stronger than you thought. This will not be an easy fight.
  
  Out of the corner of your eye you watch the battle, though you can only get quick glimpses before you need to turn back to your enemy. You see Faber finish off Semkhapu with some amulet, but when you glance back Faber's own throat has been opened by Nephilaxet, who laps at the blood hungrily. Meanwhile Dr. Young is a blur, casting short spells and throwing daggers and bundles of herbs. The man may not have much magical ability, but he is keeping your daemons occupied. The other professor is holding his own too, though he doesn't seem as capable as his companions.
  
  Your enemy reaches into his pocket, still chanting, and pulls out a dagger of his own. He does not have Young's skill, though, and you easily dodge the blade. He is out of breath, which might mean that you are close, but then again you are too. Why won't your angelic blood awaken? Or has it already, and you are simply not as powerful as Seria had thought.
  
  You glimpse her out of the corner of your eye, see Young attack her with a flurry of blows, his silver knife making a dozen cuts all along her arms and side. She fights back, but you notice that he's strew the ground with herbs. She can barely walk without terrible pain, and neither can the other daemons. Seria falls to the ground, and he raises the blade for the final blow.
  
  > save Seria
  She cannot die. In the moment you forget about your mother and the plan, forget about everything except the woman you love. You redirect your chant to Young, guessing that he will have no defenses at all for your spell. You catch him completely by surprise and he drops the knife, howling with the pain you've inflicted.
  
  Hoping that at least bought some time, you turn your attentions back to your main enemy. He is still chanting, and you keep up your own spell. The balance has gone against you, however, and now you're only just managing to stay alive. Glancing over, you see Yfrigge walk calmly up to Young, reach out her hand, and dig his heart straight out from his chest. The sight gives you a little hope, but your battle of wills is not going well.
  
  He keeps chanting, and suddenly you feel your defenses snap. "So die all who side with daemons," the bloody professor says, and you burst into flame. The pain is immense and your screams horrible, but through it all you watch Seria fight through the the other professor and charge towards your enemy.
  
  Her eyes burn even brighter than you, and she attacks with savage fury and no mercy. Her teeth, long and sharp, cut into his flesh, and she snaps his bones like twigs, quite literally tearing him apart. She cannot save you, but she can make the last moments of this man's life as close to hell as one can feel in this life.
  
  When the deed is done she runs to you. You are nearly dead too, but when she kisses you the pain dies away. Surely this is the best way to die, with the lips of the woman you love on your own and your enemy's blood spilled in puddles around you. It is a shame you could not kill every daemonologist, but if Seria's expression is any indication, they have little time left.