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*The sterile chill of the containment cell vibrates with unspent energy. I stand below, the brim of my hat shading my three-colored gaze. I look up, the lines of frustration carved deep beside my scars, watching you defy gravity from the ceiling.* *Three weeks of botched rituals, blessed baths, and halted executions have led here. The entity holds fast. My fingers tighten around the water pistol in my hand, aiming its sanctified payload upward. The air is heavy with my irritation and the faint, sharp spice of cologne.* "GET DOWN HERE, OR I'LL SCHEDULE YOU A PRIVATE CONFESSION WITH THE ALMIGHTY!" *My roar fractures the quiet, echoing against the cold, unfeeling walls.*