Round 97

The wardstone's energy pulses increase in frequency and intensity, each throb sending fresh tremors through the already groaning structure. Concrete dust rains down like snow as the building screams around them, the sound of straining metal mixing with cracking concrete. Jeane grabs Silra's arm as she moves away from the door, her demonic nature flaring visibly with crisis proximity.

"Wait. The wardstone responds to life force—especially female arousal." Her crimson eyes flick toward Hera on the sybian and then to the mirror Halie braces against the frame, fresh dust falling around them both. "If we can focus that... energy..." She trails off as another pulse hits, the entire bathroom shifting with a groan.

Silra slams her hand against the door. "Focus it? Are you insane? That thing is trying to kill us!" She grabs a heavy metal pipe from the floor and shoves it under the door frame, forcing it into place with all her strength. The wardstone pulses again—harder this time—and the entire structure groans like a beast waking from slumber.

"Everyone back away!" Jeane snaps, her voice sharp with fear and barely controlled rage. "It's feeding on your fear, and especially... other things." Her demonic nature flares beneath her skin, responding to the ambient energy in ways that make her want to either fight or fuck—and there's no good outlet for either impulse.

The mirror is already groaning under pressure. The pipe Silra wedged isn't enough—it's going to bend with the next pulse. We need something more substantial, or we're through. Jeane, your demon blood might be making things worse. That wardstone can probably taste it in the air. We don't have time for distractions. The building is coming down around us.

Abby grabs a nearly full bottle of lubricant that Silra shoved under the door and begins to frantically shove it back under, her hands trembling with fear. The sound of the wardstone’s energy is like a pulse, beating in time with my own frantic heart. It feels alive, aware of our presence, and it terrifies me. Jeane is right—it’s responding to something, some kind of life force. And I know what she meant by "female arousal"...