Now she understood why Black Philip wanted that little PJ wearing witch's soul. She had power. It reminded Tess of her own clan's and the healing spell she used to save that idiot with the bat reminded Tess of who she used to be. She hated that witch now, and made a vow to gut her and take her power as soon as humanly possible. The time freezing magic she'd never seen before, and she instantly wanted it. Tess's ribs were broken, but she used her black touch on the roots that bound her to mend them to severely bruised. Her bag of tricks was too far to reach, but she had a way to claim it.
"Book! Come to me!" The bag flew towards her, unzipping and her book of shadows popping open to the needed spell. Thank god it was brief, and her high from the cat would grant her the power she needed.
"Re structurae spatium, dele me de campo!"
A strike of lighting lit the sky striking Tess directly. However, when it was gone so was Lucifer's servant, bag of tricks and Book included. She left a parting gift through, something to remember her by. She opened the crypts that had stayed locked during her first pass, a convenient group of reinforcements to tear them apart as they futility tried to save the very dead tree. Where she went wouldn't be clear, the spell not a typical form of teleportation. She'd avoided touching Maria's spirit, and wondered if that meant she'd be spared it's curse. She doubted it though. She'd weather the storm, and she was sure her patron could pull a few strings with the people who run this particular magic.
Tess had wanted to test the witches of this city and their incompetence had cost them the life of one of their own. "Saint" Sabrina had failed them, and Tess knew now the pain and suffering she'd endured was time well spent. She'd kill them one by one, except for little old Wren. He would be hers, mind, body and fucking soul. The darkness within him stank like fine cheese, and Tess very much wanted a taste. The others would all die of course, especially that little miracle worker. She'd suffer the most.
[[English: Matter, structure, time and space, from this plain let me erase..]]
Lacy had been shot in her life, and she was no stranger to the harsh cut of a knife's edge. This was different though, and the pain she experienced was unlike anything she'd ever felt in her life. She collapsed to her knees first, looking at Tess in utter shock. This was how she'd die. How stupid was she that she'd come so far with these people. She was just a normal person in a city of amazing powers. She was just a cop. Time freezing was unreal to her, and as Shiobhan pulled the dagger from her lung, she realized she couldn't breathe. Gasping for breath is a horrid way to die, and Lacy choked for a few moments as Shiobhan started her spell. Once healed she was able to draw air again, although in the moments after she could do nothing else.
Then Wren lifted her, cradling her to the van. He was a good man. Lacy could feel it, and she placed a hand on him as he walked, her eyes thankful but her mouth shut. Riding as a passenger in her own van was a strange experience and she didn't understand at first what they were doing with the tree. She felt odd trying to chant the words. She had no power. But she had to try. Aunt Daphne would tell her growing up that the power of the virgin mother lived in all, if only they believed in it. Detective-Sergeant Lacy Velez, ball busting, fact finding investigator took a leap of faith.
"Sos... sa... tsíocháin, áit sosa." She sounded horrible. Her hands now in the earth she took a deep breath and thought of Jesus healing the sick and prayed the lord would work through witches and that at least for one night she was a witch too.
"Sos sa tsíocháin, áit sosa." And then she felt it, the beginning of something.
