The darkness swirled like dark tentacles intricately swirling around itself and aimed straight at Vittoria directly. Vittoria stepped back from the brewing storm that was raging around Dahlia and was directing its deadly darkness towards her. She tried to protect herself with her powers but fighting with smoke was so not in her capacity even with her witch powers. The smoke swirled around her, gripping her and making her choke. It wrapped around her neck, wrists and arms, paralyzing her like the darkness itself wanted vengeance.
In the midst of her fighting fit, Vittoria heard from afar, the sound of chains falling with a loud clang to the floor, making her feel a cold shiver over her body.
Demona was free. Free and angry.
