Eruraviel
Eru's shadow shot out, cutting both the demon's and Hannah's palms, before wrapping around them and binding them together. "Alriiight, let's go, then."
The elf snapped her finger, and the demon felt pain. Pure, unadulturated, excruciating pain. Pain one could only feel from having your spirt ripped apart from your essence. The jar on top of her head began to fill with a flourecent dark liquid, seeming to absorb all light into its blackness. Hannah could tell the demon was in agony.
But it only lasted a few seconds, and the demon collapsed. The sigels suddenly expanded, covering both the demon's corpse and Hannah's body, and she herself felt the pain-but only for the briefest of moments.
The next, she found herself in a decidedly different position, and the elf crouching down in front of her, crying.
"Congragulations. You're free from the bondage of your father." She reached down, helping Hannah up, and supporting her againzt her. "So, how does it feel to be free?"
The woman was a little wobbly, unsure of how to move around as her soul finished binding to its new vessel. "Shall we go downstairs, and get a bite to eat? We should make sure to-well, that everything attaches nice and perfectly. See if you need any minor tweaking."