The spirits assumed a monstrous form and charged at the girl, but before they could even touch her, in a split second a crack was drawn in the ground around Lena, forming an octogram with the mystic star's semblant.

The mystical symbol emanated beams of lights that decimated the evil beings in an instant. The remaining souls assumed a humanoid form and began to flee emanating an energy of dread.

– Heh, great followers of yours, I think it's time for you to find a new religion.

The mysterious young woman gave a bitter smile.

Lena then continued:

– It is said that long ago there were fantastic spirits known as fairies; animistic beings created by the force of nature itself. However, among these same beings there were also evil forms. A force of nature that is born from the essence of death. To survive it is necessary to feed on lost souls... And the name given to these evil spirits-

– Banshee. Said the young woman with a grim expression.

– Several years ago, the people who lived in this area suffered a horrible fate that caused their spirits to renounce their own death... But tell me, my child, do you know how rare it is to find a secluded place full of lost souls? Do you know how many decades I spent convincing each one of them?... Tell me, how do you intend to pay for your intrusion? With your arms? Legs? Maybe I should rip your guts out while you're still alive!

– In the name of the one Church and kingdom of Altarusia; Disappear from this world! She proclaimed pointing the shovel towards Banshee.

– He he he he HA HA HA HA HA!!! You're funny... What's your name, my child?

– Don't call me your child. And the name is Madalena.

– Very well, Madalena, you can call me Duana, my real name. If you want me gone so bad then come here and try to exorcise me:

The Banshee rised to the skies. Dancing through the dense mist, her cursed silhouette surrounded Lena. Madalena tried to follow her with her eyes but it was in vain, and before she could act a shower of black needles falls towards her.

Instinctively she raised her guard, even though she was on the magic circle with which she protected her from evil attacks.

(As long as I stay inside the circle there will be no problems.)

Duana then stopped her dance and looked at her from above; she raised her right hand with an open palm and then closed it violently.

A horde of corrupted and evil souls sprouted from the ground and surged forward. The circle began to weaken and souls began to enter the seal. Lena smashed the skulls (if spirits can be said to have skulls) of the invaders with her shovel.

CLANK! CLANK! PLAM! 

(But what a disgrace, I didn't expect her to be this strong!)

CLANK! PLAM!

(I need to get into the church as soon as possible before I'm eaten alive. I'm going to have to use what energy is left of the barrier.)

 Madalena crouches down and places both her hands on the floor. A huge flash covers the village and decimates the evil souls. Duana who was watching the scene is stunned for a few seconds, but immediately regains her senses and sees the girl several meters away lying on the ground.

By concentrating the barrier's energy along with her own, it resulted in an explosion that propelled her forward. However, the fall caused her to dislocate her arm and stop further from the church than she had imagined.

*Tap*

The Banshee goes down and stopped in front of her.

Madalena swallows the pain and slowly starts to get up

 –It's hard? Let me help you. Duana advances on Lena and lifts her by the neck.

 – My, My, but how fragile creatures are human beings, she already broke... And I didn't even have to do anything... Honestly, this is kind of disappointing.

Duana grabs the dislocated arm and brusquely puts in it's place.

The girl can't resist and lets out a scream of pain mixed with terror. Tears started to fall.

A devilish and sadistic smile was painted on the Banshee's face. Seeing that fresh, pure, innocent flesh writhe in suffering and despair was something she had never before experienced. Then, at the height of her orgasm, the entity throws her abruptly to the ground.

Without thinking twice, she runs desperately into the chapel.

 –That's right, run, run to your God; run to your temple; run to your grave.

Duana laughed as she had never laughed before in her existence, her humanoid form soon becoming an unholy version of creation and advancing unhurriedly and slowly towards the chapel.

*

Madalena was sitting on the small stairs of the altar and her only light was a candle lit on the altar. She was very tired, her eyes were glazed over the chapel door. Would she be safe in there, how long would it take for the Banshee to get inside? Is there any chance of surviving?

In that short period of time, several things went through her head, but her expression... It was as serene as moonlight.

The wait has come to an end. The monstrous figure gently opens the door, its terrifying silhouette catches sight of a helpless girl staring at her with a blank expression. The door behind the Banshee slowly closes, and the last candle that lit the room went out...

...

.......!!

.............!!!!

................................!!!!!!! 

 – M-my b-body...-c-can't mov- urrrhhggmfxdbvfd...

*Several candles light up simultaneously*

– I was told once: Demons are simplistic creatures, slaves to their own existence. Although I admit I thought I was going to die right there in a horrendous way.

The Banshee, now in her humanoid form, found herself trapped in a large magic circle made of animal blood surrounded by several special candles.

This time, the subtle sadistic smile was on Magdalena's face. Duana couldn't move a muscle (if spirits have muscles!) and all she could do was stare at Lena with her face beaded with dread and listen to the priestess mumble some things she was too terrified to pay attention to.

— And may the will of the Lord be done.

The Banshee's head starts to burn and melt. Unable to scream, her body tried to move but all she could do was shudder. Her body became a blaze of blue fire that burned her existence until there was nothing left.


*


The mist parted and the bright moon could once again be seen through the chapel window illuminating the skies.

– Sometimes... It's better for the spirit to stay trapped in the body instead of wandering around...

Points of light were seen rising to the heavens. They weren't fireflies, but the various souls released from the eternal procession they had been in for years.

Coming down the hill back to the village, Madalena turned one last time towards the chapel and again found the same family that had welcomed her. With a serene smile on their faces, they waved at her one last goodbye before leaving.

She nodded devoutly.

And in just a blink of an eye, no one was there.