D'zuk turned and let out a blood curdling scream.  Windows shattered, gas lamps shook and their bulbs popped, people cried out wordless cries of pain as they clutched their ears.  The black swirling mass lifted up into the air and began to break apart, ripping at the seams as if drawn along unknowable axis to warp into shapes beyond imagining, and just as horribly as it had started it was finished when D'zuk crumpled into itself and blinked out of existance.<br/><br/>Nothing but a burning white-hot seal on the ground below it, the mark of a successful holy banishment, remained.<br/><br/>Delia was shortly surrounded by the people and some, realizing what had happened, let up a bit of a hue and cry.  They were free of the constant menace, at least this one, at least for now--there were few reprieves in the life of the lower classes here, but this was a scene they would tell their grandchildren should they live so long.<br/><br/>With D'zuk banished, Delia's job in the harbour district was done--though why that warehouse in particular had been the hilt was not quite solved.  Furthermore, if the cult that had summoned D'zuk remained at large, it would be merely a function of time before they returned him or some other foul daemon to this plane.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Delia Corbeanu</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://thumb.ibb.co/fuc8Ro/30fbd43781f5d2d5f0e51e696e63b06a_gothic_fantasy_art_fantasy_women.jpg) (https://ibb.co/fuc8Ro)<br/>Health: 3/4<br/>Pleasure: 0/5<br/>Anal Virgin?: Y<br/>Oral Virgin?: Y<br/>Vaginal Virgin?: Y<br/><br/>PERCEPTION: 1/2<br/>(technology): 0<br/>Investigate:  3<br/>Truesight:  2<br/>Detect:  1<br/><br/>BODY: 1/2<br/>(gaia): 0<br/>Melee:  3<br/>Fuck:  1<br/>Resist:  2<br/><br/>CHARISMA: 1/3<br/>(corruption): 0<br/>Diplomacy:  1<br/>Spellcraft:  2<br/>Willpower:  3</div></div>