Beneath waves of terror and revulsion at the sight of her sister being absorbed, Claire remembered what Bal had said about some kind of demonic possession. She ran to the basement door, the beast clumsily trying to follow, but still too lost in its own orgasmic pleasures.
Claire unlocked and Bal came storming out in a mood that would have been more intimidating if he held anything more than seven sticks of nag champa incense.
"My sister!" Claire pointed back toward the living room. "You've got to help my sister."
Bal muttered something under his breath about having the worst day of his life and handed Claire three sticks of incense. She looked at them confusedly.
"I blessed those when I heard the fighting start," he pulled out a lighter and lit all the sticks. "In the Boston Breach of 1945 three knights held off a vanguard of 29 harvester imps trying to crawl into the world. Not the worst hell has to offer, but they're dangerous in large groups. Point is, they drove them back through the breach with blessed incense."
"This is nuts." Claire observed.
The Marissa-Vicki monstrosity stumbled into view, Vicki now almost completely absorbed and transformed into the demon.
"I hear it doesn't work on all of them," Bal added.
The monster's four heads laughed evilly before the first one spoke. "Still alive old man? You couldn't defeat one of us with your precious magic sword and now you think you can stop me with incense?"
"Who are you?" Bal demanded, brandishing the incense as menacingly as he could.
"I was the girl in the car with Kyle, a weak, lost little creature. But look at me now, old fool! One more failure on your hands," the second head chided.
The third taunted, "Kyle still has your sword, by the way. Too bad he's one of us now!"
Vicki's head spoke, sounding slightly different than the other three, "But enough of this talk. Your death and my sister's corruption are at hand!"
The monster loped forth, still slightly clumsy. Bal waved the incense around furiously, creating a line of perfumed smoke between him and Marissa-Vicki.
The demon hit the smoke like a wall, unable to advance.
"What?" the heads roared in unison. "You've got to be kidding me!"
Bal stood his ground proudly.
"Fool, this trick will not protect you long. I will find one of my sisters and we will invoke the ancient curse and unburden ourselves of this accursed weakness! Your death will be long and slow, Knight!"
The demon crashed through the front door and bounded off into the distance.
"Vicki!" Claire called after he sister.
Bal shook his head. "She's gone, girl. She's a willing whore of hell now."
"She just... she..."
"Listen, girl, I don't fully understand what's going on myself, but somehow an ancient curse has enabled the forces of the underworld to circumvent age-old protections on this world. Hell doesn't have to come to Earth anymore, a difficult and rare occurence, the curse is changing Earth into hell."
"It... she... they mated and..."
"So it's spread through sex? Figures. The legacy of the stupid, horny teenager who started all of this." Bal noted.
"Can you stop them?" Claire asked.
Bal sighed. "I don't know. It's just me and... hey, you want to help me get my sword back? If I had that, we might stand a chance."