It had little use in itself, merely a scrap of discarded will. But as a remnant of its master, Lucifer, it was enough to awaken the Dark Side of the demonic bloodline within Jesse.
Just as he was about to lose control completely, Dean and Sam were forced back again and again by the violent force field. The angelic and demonic powers of all three were like ice thrown into boiling water, only intensifying the turbulent energy.
"Jesse, wake up!" Sam shouted anxiously.
But Jesse's pupils had already been consumed by crimson, and an unconscious, hoarse demonic growl escaped his throat.
His pupils flickered incessantly between black and white and crimson, as though frames were skipping, making for a deeply unsettling sight.
At that critical moment, the talisman Dean had secretly brought with him this time, linked to the underground core of the manor, began to vibrate.
Far beneath the manor, Wu Heng sensed the danger through the talisman.
"I can only use it ahead of schedule," he murmured, his eyes narrowing slightly.
The tiny rotating energy core before him, formed from the residual power of the three rings of War, Famine, and Pestilence, activated instantly.
This was neither Heaven's holy light nor Hell's fel energy, but a more ancient, more fundamental power of balance.
At the same time, beneath Jesse's feet in the church, a complex formation of light shot forth from the talisman floating out of Dean's jacket pocket.
The formation flowed like an aurora—War's red, Famine's yellow, Pestilence's green—eventually merging into a chaotic grayish white.
An irresistible stripping force surged into Jesse's body like a gentle yet unwavering current.
"Argh—!"
Jesse let out a pained scream, but there was more relief than pain in it.
The fragment of Lucifer's will that had been eroding his consciousness was