Angelo Godshack Original - Salina - Salina Shei... -

Angelo had one exorcism left in him. Not of spirit, but of identity. He stepped forward, ignoring the demon's taunts, and placed both hands on Salina's cheeks.

"Salina Shei" was the demon. The one that had been scratching at her soul since birth.

She whispered, "My name is Salina."

It raised a hand, and the dry-cleaning racks began to spin. Steam hissed from the presses. The lavender smell turned to sulfur. Angelo struck the bone tuning fork again—not to banish, but to listen .

The demon howled once, then collapsed into silence. The steam stopped. The lights steadied. The third shadow smiled and faded. Angelo Godshack Original - Salina - Salina Shei...

Salina's eyes cleared. Not the hollow ones. Not the sunset ones. Just brown. Tired. Human.

When they flickered back on, Salina was standing three feet to the left. But her posture had changed. Her shoulders were rolled forward, and her smile was too wide. Angelo had one exorcism left in him

The demon laughed with Salina's mouth. "Clever little repairman. But you're too late."