The sun's blinding rays peeked through Genevieve's window causing her to pull the covers over her head to block its light. She was still pretty tired and didn't yet want to awaken from her slumber, though of course, she knew she had to. Grumbling some nonsense to herself she could feel the mutterings of Asmodeus in her mind. She could tell the demon prince wasn't too happy about being pacified the way it was but she didn't care. After that little stunt it pulled she could never forgive it, she didn't want to be a vessel so something that was so utterly out of control and destructive to her body and mind. She didn't want to think about that day but because of Asmodeus, she did. No one could see it but her cheeks turned red as she lay in bed, fire spread across her face and she didn't think she could bear going out into the world today.

WHY THE HELL DID I GET STUCK WITH THIS STUPID THING She screamed the words in her pillow hoping for an answer she knew would never come. At this point, she might as well had taken death that day when Asmodeus came to " save " her. A few more hours passed, mostly with her crying in her pillow, before the utterly depressed Genevieve slipped out of bed. It felt a little cold in her room, in her opinion the room was too big and she thought about downsizing but just never had the time, not being home sort of did that. Checking the clock she could see that it was just hitting noon, a little late for her to still bein but she didn't care. Heading to her bathroom she got ready to start a day of work.

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Walking into the bathroom that was connected to her room, Genevieve turned on the hot water in order to run a bath, pouring a bit of rose-scented oil in it before returning to her room and preparing the " ritual " to keep Asmodeus tame for the day. Gliding across her room she took a seat at her Vanity and began to lay out the things she needed for the " temporary seal ". First the herbal medicine and what Gilnda called " rolling paper ". First, she was to crush the herbs until they could fit neatly in the rolling paper. This made it easy to roll and to smoke it. Next once the herbs were all crushed up she took the rolling paper and measured it out before placing the herbs in and carefully, very carefully rolling it into the paper, hence the term " rolling paper ". Once that was done she took out a small jar of oil that had been infused with the herbs and quickly dipped the paper-wrapped herb into it before setting it down to dry. This allowed her enough time to turn off the water in her tub which had gotten to just the right amount of fullness.

Taking the time to feel the water it was at the right amount of heat. Before she started stripping to get in, she grabbed her herbal medicine, lit it, and took a pull before slowly exhaling. It's effects were immediate and Asmodeus's mutterings were silenced. It was like a dream, not only did it shut up Asmodeus but it put her in a wonderfully relaxed state. Slipping slowly into the water she went over her tasks for the day while taking a pull of her herbal medicine every so often. Today the church needed help with the spirits and since Genevieve needed money she wholeheartedly agreed to take care of it. She never told them when she would be coming in but she knew there would always be someone there. Everyone once in a while (which was more often than not ) the spirits under the church's catacombs got a little restless and needed to be put in their place or something like that. At the moment she didn't really care about what the church needed because what she needed was Jewels and lots of them. Recently she had come into contact with an artifact that was just perfect. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, actually, it was the most beautiful thing she ever heard.

Soaking for about twenty minutes in the bath before switching for a shower, she saved the rest of her medicine for later on when or if she felt Asmodeus breaking through and getting on her nerves. Once she was done cleaning herself she brushed her hair up into a bun, put on a shirt, some pants, and a pair of shoes before setting out to do her job. Of course, she didn't leave without packing some essentials, and of course... of course, she didn't leave without kissing her Odin plush goodbye and hiding it back in her closet where no one would know she even had it...Sometimes she really was pathetic but she couldn't help it. One day she would have Odin with or without Asmodeus's influence. This was deeper than that demon's powers, she was in love with him, and it burned. It burned so bad she could feel it in her loins. But she would be faithful and that meant working hard and proving herself worthy to even be in his presence, now it was time to do whatever the church was asking.

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It didn't take Genevieve long to get to the church which at the time of her entering was empty. Hardly anyone in oak went there, not after Genevieve's arrival. She couldn't remember herself but she heard that she appeared in quite a dramatic fashion and on top of that it was where Asmodeus was placed into her. This church might as well be tainted to the people who lived here and the only reason why the priests and other holy men were still here was that they had to be and it was now more or less a place to help the community and the like. They provided food, shelter, clean clothes, showers, and a place to rest for any who needed it and couldn't afford to get a room at the inns around town. Now Antoinette could hate the religion they served for a lot of reasons but she could respect the work that they did when it came to taking care of their fellow man. Antoinette herself was not a heartless person, she was just hardened over time and has her focus set on one person or rather being in particular. Well, it wasn't something she was going to keep dwelling on as she walked inside the church until she got in the middle of it. Looking around she could see this was a better place to worship Odin than it was for Illumin, and eventually, it will be.

Hello? I know someone is here today. I'm here to do what you requested and sort out your spirit problem...or at least I'm going to try too. Her voice echoed off the empty halls of the church and two men eventually scurried out from seemingly nowhere. Once they got to her they began to bow to her and it was probably out of fear for Odin that they didn't want to show any sign of disrespect. This caused Genevieve to smile and not because she liked the power she clearly had but because they knew their place to respect her and by extension respect Odin. His influence over the Oak was a blessing to see in the works and she admired it with a smile.

S-so sorry to keep you waiting miss. Yes, the spirits are acting up again. We remember you took care of them well last time and we just hoped you could help us again. Unfortunately, they have a hard time staying down. The voice of the man who spoke to her was like a scared puppy but all Genevieve did was nod her head and ask for some salt. One of the men rushed away to get what she needed while the other man led her to the entrance of the catacombs, lighting the way for her as they walked down together. By the time the two had entered the other man was coming up behind them and handing Genevieve a pound of salt. She thanked the two before sending them away. She couldn't remember her first time down here but apparently, she had done a good job. Wandering the place she came across a small ghost child and she wasted no time in throwing salt on it. The salt was blessed but spirits were also weak to it in general. Since this was just a mere child it was super effective and killed it almost immediately.

Genevieve thought this was just a lone child but she could hear different very angry screams echoing off the wall. Soon in front of her were to ghost who were clearly that child's parents and they were very angry it seems.

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The two spirits at some point during their standoff began to scream. They were upset and irritated beyond reason. They had lost their child once already and know they were losing him again, this time there was no getting him back. Quickly placing a ring of salt around her she watched as the ghostly duo rushed at her. The ring of salt protected her and she smirked in their faces. They were beyond pissed but what could they do about it? She was protected. Spirits like that would only hold onto their anger and resentment and what she did, they would never be able to move on in peace. This caused the ghosts to wail loudly and sadly. They figured if they could not cause any harm to her, they would find someone else to haunt. Flying up and away from the church the two spirits vanished from sight, looking for a new child to call their own and make another family miserable.

Genevieve shook her head and leaving her little salt circle began to walk the catacombs once again. All seemed quiet for a while except for some scurrying rats which Genevieve had to kick away. She spent about twenty minutes down there before she figured the spirits she probably pissed off were the only ones making a fuss. They probably lost their ghost kid down here and were looking for him before she turned him into dust. Genevieve thought her job was done and so she made her way back to the entrance of the catacombs so she could leave this place and go back home. She hadn't even made it halfway out though before she heard a knocking that sounded like it was coming from the walls. not only that the candles on the walls behind her were being blown out one by one.

Oh fuck what is it now.
The word slipped from her lips like a hiss as she turned her body completely around to face whatever spooky bitch was going to try her today. As she watched the lights go out she made another salt circle around her until it was only her and darkness. Whatever was beyond her salt circle was something she knew she would have to go out and fight. Did she feel like fighting? No. Would the salt do anything to whatever was out there? probably not. Taking a deep breath she took a step outside of the circle and was immediately knocked back causing her to hit the ground rather hard and drop the bag of salt she was holding. The force of the attack was enough to knock the wind out of her but she was quickly up on her feet and healing herself before sending out a flurry of spells before hitting something that revealed itself. She was going off against another spirit, though this one was a lot scarier than some parents. Since she got a hit on it, it could no longer use its little tricks. Grabbing a handful of salt she began to fling it at the spirit until it too flew away. Quickly getting to her feet she figured that was enough spirit fighting for one day and went to collect her pay before leaving, letting the priest know that everything, for now, was taken care of.

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