Lydia was furious and she realized that this thing, this house was insane. Shenyo tried using brawn against the door and he was releasing fury as his offering of passion but the house seemed to neither be placated or wounded. If anything, it was gaining strength, if the thick gathering of darkness was any indication.<br/><br/>“Stand back,” she shouted to him and shook out her hands again. This time, she fully concentrated her power on blasting a hole in the door while he staged a  distraction with his own display of power. A crack appeared in the door. Once more and a fistful of moonlight shone across the floor. Again and an opening large enough for them to squeeze through opened. She rushed toward it but impulses of energy burned her hand as she thrust it through. Lydia brought her hand back streaked with burns.<br/><br/>Narrowing her eyes, she whirled around and spoke to the ceiling as if she were speaking to its face.<br/><br/>“So that is the way you want to play?” she said, cradling her wounded hand against her body. “Is it?”<br/><br/>The silence in the room was thick as if waiting. Lydia held out her uninjured hand and said.<br/><br/>“You like to burn, bitch? You like it hot? They say you fight fire with fire. You want the white hot heat of passion? Then burn, baby, burn.”<br/><br/>The blue flame leaped in Lydia’s hand, licking high into the air.<br/><br/>“This house is old and rotten. The wood in it is brittle. What a perfect specimen for an arsonist. Shenyo, come. We have spent too much time here. We will burn this trap to ash. No one will come here again. This entity will not trick unsuspecting lovers to release their passion to serve its appetite.”<br/>The dark slid down the wall and began to spread across the floor in a puddle.<br/><br/>Lydia held her flame of magick under the strings of rotted curtains and they licked their way through the fabric. The room was lit with the light of the fire and she held our her hand to the man. An odd thought struck her that maybe she was in love with him. but this was not the time nor the place to think about love. this was the time and place to think of destruction of evil and escaping.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>