[Evil Tink]

Solomon was about to retort to Seth when suddenly, things spiraled out of control. Before long, Holden was on the floor, gasping for life. He growled a bit at Seth, "Perhaps you shouldn't have." He rushed over to Holden, lifting him up and teleporting them down stairs to an empty room. He lay Holden on the bed, placing his hand over the boy's heart, trying to get to keep the rhythm, but it kept slipping out and racing beneath his ribs. He let out a growl of frustration, concentrating hard trying to dispel the force around Holden's heart.

The entire time, Mystic was clutching at his chest, his nails ready to dig into his skin; and being almost 3 inches long it would not be hard. It took a lot of will power to keep his claw-like nails tearing at the fabric of his shirt and not at his flesh and heart. He looked over to the side as Azriel came over, "Seth is right...get rid of them." Finally his face contorted to pain and he bent forward a bit using his hair to cover his face.

Azriel let out a slight growl, "This is why you don't do it alone Mystic." She stood back up, closing her eyes as she focused on the manor. She could definitely feel a lot of Ethereal energy; much of it negative. With a slightly displeased look, she began to mutter quietly, working on dispelling the spirits one by one.

Serus grabbed Seth by the wrist once the whole thing was over, her eyes narrowed sharply. She pulled him up, stared angrily at him for a moment, then pulled him into a hug, "Come on, we should go." And before he could object, she teleported them back to Wisconsin.

Jaelynn sighed, her eyes off to the side as everything occurred, "Can we just finish this so I don't have an unconscious girl in my room?"