[WING 8: THE EXORCISM][CURRENT SANITY: CRITICAL][HOLY WATER LEVEL: 0%]
The Chapel didn't just smell of incense; it smelled of sulfur, wet dog, and unwashed gym socks.
Ignis—formerly a lovable spectral hound, now a floating nightmare of red eyes and swirling shadows—hovered above the altar. His head spun 360 degrees with a sickening crack-snap-crack sound.
"YOUR MOTHER EATS STORE-BOUGHT COOKIES IN HELL!" Ignis-Demon bellowed. The voice wasn't just loud; it vibrated in their teeth.
"That is a specific insult," Aldren Vance noted, hiding behind a pew. "And hurtful. My mother was a patron of the artisanal bakery arts!"
"It's not Ignis," Elara Vance shouted, dodging a stream of projectile green slime. "It's the demon! It's using his subconscious to hurt us!"
"I AM PAZUZU...'S COUSIN, STEVE!" the demon roared. "AND I HAVE COME TO CLAIM THIS GOOD BOY!"
"Steve?" Kaelen Thorne asked, wiping slime off his shield. "The demon's name is Steve?"
