The orb had already been forced into Deidre, and while the manacles had been released, there was still a battle raging inside of her. The cultists themselves had been separated at each of the points of the pentagram, whispering the words of their lady, Shadea. They were granting her power to overcome the soul of the acolyte, in order to claim the body as her own. The ritual itself was not totally necessary. Deidre had already been penetrated, and as long as the orb festered inside of her the demon would continue to assault her soul until the body was hers.<br/><br/>Shadea had come a long way in order to regain a body, in order to escape the seal which bound her since the Era of Magi. She had promised power and wealth to those cultists who followed her, and it was undeniable her abilities when she had been at her peak. However, hundreds of years had passed by since the last soul she had dominated, and it had taken all of her remaining power to keep the body from twitching. She would not be at full strength when this body was hers, far from it… and not only that, the ritual was only done half right, since none of the cultists were very good at magic.<br/><br/>She'd need a new host, but for now she'd take this one and bide her time. Meanwhile, her minions began to take their leave. They fled, understanding there was nothing else they could do and did their best to leave the scene in order to wait for backup. It wasn't like Shadea could easily be carried away, and they cared for their lives more than they did to the demon. After all, those were the kinds of people that Demons like herself gathered. Mostly degenerates, especially in her minor and sealed form. However, when she regained power… even the most pure of women would be unable to resist.