At the same time, the spirit of the Demon fled like a gust of powerful wind down the hallway and into the room where Ezmond and Renard were waiting. In an instant the demon spirit had hold of Renard, lifting him high and pinning him to the ceiling, attempting to reach in and rip Renard's soul from his vessel.
Just when Ezmond is finished saying his piece and taking a deep breath to say even more, he's rudely interrupted by the demon calling out from the hall, apparently having a conversation with Ariel's soul. Before too long this conversation gets a little over heated and the gun finally let's loose. The sound of the gun fire makes Ezmond jump just a little, especially when he sees that slug penetrate the timber of the door frame right there in front of him. Following that, a little scuffle ensues and that a big ol gust of wind, not at all doubtful to be the spirit of the demon, rushes into the room and bowls Ezmond right off his feet. He tumbles a few time on the floor then gets to his feet to see young Renard pinned to the ceiling by force of that desperate demon.
"Now you just hold on there, young man!" Ezmond shares his advice with Renard, "You just fight that demons will to take your body now, it can only last so long outside of a body before it needs to return to hell...." Ezmond gives his chin a good thoughtful scratch. "Well, at least that's how I understand the matter anyway. Perhaps you might wanna think about say'n a prayer about now, if you haven't already started doing so already!"
Ezmond starts walking toward Renard now, speaking some unrecognizable language in the form of a chant, and while he's doing this small pockets start opening up in the air around the room, and out of these pockets shine rays of white light in Renard's very direction.
'There's no end to this,' Renard thinks to himself, exasperated as he is violently thrown to the ceiling. Nothing good had ever happened since the moment he set foot in the mansion. What was he supposed to be doing again? Why had he come here? Wasn't there some castle he was supposed to be looking for? All good questions that are posed to himself as he thrashes about on the ceiling.
He hears a faint voice within the darkness. 'Fight that demon's will to take your body', it says. Good to know-- so his friend had gotten rid of the spirit, but now it had gone to him like he was some sort of free real estate. As the spirit begun to attempt to take control of his body, Renard could feel it-- its influences on his mind and body felt like ripples, expanding and shrinking. He tries to remember the feeling of the dark, unending void the last time someone had taken over his body. He didn't want to go back. There was no way he wanted a repeat of that. He desperately holds onto that thought, hoping he is stalling enough for the man to do what he had to do.