The Old Man hardly flinched at the voice. "Ahnkseram." He simply acknowledged the god with the right pronunciation of his name as he drew on the God's Imagination to literally, make the projection Decades younger. The Projection now looked to be a young 20-something redhead with one sapphire eye. "Shade of the Demon King! I'm giving you to the count of three before I begin to heal this soul and make you leave."<br/><br/>Then he spotted the Shade lumbering closer to them. "One. Lord Ahnkseram I need him to be held down whilst I charge this spell and save the mortal form of your sister." Wotan's Staff began to gather all the magic energy to its tip, turning into a spear head. The Demon Shade seemed to growl at Wotan.<br/><br/>"Two!" The one eyed wizard stated firmly as runes appeared on the staff. "You asked for this Shade. Spirit Heal: Demonic Banishment!" The spear head then launched from the staff and hurtled towards the demon's head, hoping for a direct hit if Ahnkseram held the beast in one spot. The Projection stumbled back into his old form before raising his staff once more. "Spirit Heal: Restoration."<br/><br/>Wotan slammed his staff down and hoped that Draco's soul would be strengthened and healed as he kept at the Restoration spell to help with it. "Come on now young one. You have nothing more to fear now. Your soul and your body are yours once more." Wotan said, hoping at least she had strength to start responding and move around in her Soul Realm.