A bound demon very rarely uncouples from its host, mostly because most bound demons are evil, malevolent and content to help rip apart the world. Kata was not so inclined, and had relative freedom outside of Jay-Jay's consciousness: it was one of the most unique parts of Jay-Jay and Kata's relationship. While Jay-Jay was busy, the fire demon seemed to roam the field of war, almost-but-not-quite-invisible, like the flicker of mist. She reached out to the various members of the Bain and Hoyle group, communicating through the mind: so as to avoid tipping of the wolf.

[i]”Jay-Jay and I will do something rather dangerous now. Should you see something unusual appear, please don’t kill me.”[/i]

She knew that the message might well fall on deaf ears, but at least now she had warned everyone not to try and stab her. It might act as a shock to the newer faces, although even the veterans of the group wouldn’t have seen this.

Returning to Jay-Jay, the demon found her host working on a new sigil, with incantations mixing common English with elements of Greek and Nordic rune work. It was a mish-mash, to be sure. Yet it seemed to suit the strange human perfectly. Eccentric and scatter brained and a bit all-over the place, for sure: but at least she was starting to rack up the ‘useful’ points. 

The spell was far more complex than any of the others she’d dabbled with under her return to the Bane and Hoyle group. It was the size of a person and square in shape, unlike the more common circular formations that made up magical craft. Squares were for more powerful spells, because circles were free flowing and squares were more rigid…more controlled.

After a while picking away at her sigil, seemingly oblivious to the outside world and the efforts of her fellow employees, Jay-Jay eventually stood up and then stood in the middle of the square. The first step she took seemed to ignite the borders of the mark, and the fire-magus found herself surrounded on all sides by fire.

It was a scary thought, what she had planned. It involved a whole lot of trust and a whole lot of faith in the demon inside…and she was still technically a demon, even if she was a damn unique one. It didn’t matter though, because she couldn’t afford anything less than everything. Henry owed her a date, dammit. She could hardly let the world end before that happened.

The fire of the square seemed to die down after a moment, only to be replaced by the igniting of the interior. It was like a square of the earth suddenly became hellfire, as a nearly mile-high pillar of flame erupted from the earth in a meter-by-meter radius. Something inside the circle was igniting everything, and to a few people in the group: it would be reminiscent of the number of times Jay-Jay had transformed to help deal with the first vampire.

Then the fire intensified a whole other notch.

The flaming pillar grew in size, and started to crack through the square box. Little spears of fire jutted out seemingly at random, threatening to ignite anything caught in the path. The burning was a pure white heat, and for a good few breaths, it raged, and raged, and raged, until it stopped in a snap.

Like a snuffed out candle, the pillar died down to a single, dull humanoid shape. A creature made of flame that was vaguely feminine. Its eyes seemed to twinkle like the colour of coal and on its head bore a crown of half a dozen ebony horns. She was a contrast of white fire and dark symbols. A demon, but not quite as you’d expect. It seemed almost…divine.

Katago̱gí relished the moment of complete freedom. To be unconstrained was a rare treat that had last time led to the burning of London. One didn’t really let an Ifrit of her stature of the leash so easily. She seemed to float, as opposed to walk: an effortless glide that had her moving through the air, drifting towards the wolf as if there was no rush at all. She began speaking, and the words seemed to come out…wrong. 

“Fenrir the end bringer, you are threatening to break my planet.”

In a flash, the flame-being seemed to flicker above the Wolf’s raised maw, between the gathering ball of energy and the sky. “I was not made a gift for these humans, only to let some puffed up puppy destroy it. Prometheus would not be amused.” Even Katagogi was not foolish enough to think herself Fenrir’s equal in a one-on-one situation, and yet he was being assaulted from multiple angles. The vampire and the Siren had begun to assault it, and the Reaper was oddly non-present, which generally hinted at her own involvement. 

The Promethean Ifrit did not need to fight alone.

Fire seemed to dance between the Demon’s fingertips as she pushed down on the sickening ball of energy. Resisting its effects and trying to force it back down the End-bringer’s throat. Fire let fly from her digits and she began to blast at the attack, letting off ridiculous heat to all who came close. She was going to force feed Fenris this ball of death, and she’d make him choke on the very thought of coming against the Bain and Hoyle group. She didn’t have time to mess about with the wolf-god. Time unbound was precious: and this power would not last long. The candle would flicker and dim soon, and then, she wouldn’t have a chance of fighting the World-ender head on.