Sebastian had a hunch that things would not be put to rest so simply. He knew a thing or two about solitary practitioners of the black arts. They were incredibly selfish and impatient. Perhaps even more impatient than he was in his worst of times. This could often be used towards an advantage in the from of bargaining. Just not when they were violent and simple-minded. That required a different approach, which the hag had conveniently stumbled right into. Sebastian did not possess any magic, as it were; he could manipulate things having to do with energy, or the mind. The witch surely had some form of defense against a mental attack, but he had caught her off guard.

The rotting of her mind began as soon as she showed her awful face.

Pouring out every ounce of his distaste for the creature, and exaggerating the memory of her horrible deeds, Sebastian lashed out at her.
Slashing and kicking at things unseen, the hag wailed pitifully. "What sort of necromancy is this?!" she shouted. "I see them now…all of them…Gods…!"

With his darkest imaginings, Sebastian fed into her mind a hellish vision of the lives she had taken. He showed her glowing eyes, full of bitter malice, and little spindly, flesh-less limbs, groping at her, intent on dragging her into the Abyss which she so richly cherished. Their teeth gnashed threateningly, and bit into her - or, so she daydreamt. The agonizing sounds the hag uttered could almost make one pity her. Almost. It certainly made Sehr whinny in panic.

Sebastian carefully approached the hag, intent on getting the ceremonial dagger away from her while still maintaining his concentration. In a moment of sobriety, the hag saw his face among the sea of conjured others. He did not have time to react. The moment those beady eyes found his, the dagger plunged into his left shoulder, and her crooked fingers laced around his neck.
Still in the haze of the nightmare he attempted to project, Sebastian made no sound, but did resist her.

The struggle lasted several minutes, but it all seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. As soon as Sebastian had found enough strength and footing to push the hag away, he savagely pulled the dagger from his shoulder, and pushed it into her blackened, twisted heart with a guttural yell. He followed up with a blunt strike to her throat, and swept her leg, knocking her down to the road - hard. The back of her skull made first impact to the cobblestone with a sickening crack.

It was Sebastian's turn to shout out in pain.

Though the entirety of his deltoid was on fire from the puncture wound, that was not what caused the outcry. The hag's sudden demise caused a vicious mental feedback to occur. Bending his knee, Sebastian knelt on the road and shook from the agony. His fingernails scraped the stone, and he grasped a large dandelion growing in the crevices. He uprooted it, and squeezed it as he hyperventilated. The juices from both leaves and petals dripped between his fingers, and he clenched his teeth as it passed.

Sebastian stumbled and swayed as he rose to his feet. He tried desperately to make his eyes focus on Kalyani. "It's…done…"
he panted. "Think the knife…poisoned…" he managed, before collapsing in a heap next to the slain hag.

From the moment she seen what was going on she could tell what Sebastian was. He was along the same lines as Angela's daughter Nerezza and that girl had powers as well. Most of her magic could manifest and she had seen it time and time again when the child had performed at parties for fun. Though at the same time the girl had been a rather sadistic killer at a young age though only trying to get her father's attention.

In a blink she watched Sebastian falling over and her body moved fast. For a small thing Kalyani was strong as she curled him up in her arms. Taking one last look over at the hag she took him inside the wagon and up into one of the bedrooms. She took his shirt off and looked at the mark where the poison would be. "Oh god damn it. I don't have any antidote." Well not one that might not disgust him.

She was quick to find one of her hidden daggers and slice her hand. The blood of the Rosenite would be enough to get rid of whatever poison the witch had put on her dagger. "Hold on, I know it hurts but my blood will help." She applied it just like a slimy salve and bandaged him up before herself. She put her hand to his forehead and felt his body trying to fight back everything that had happened.

"Hey.. Sebastian?" She tapped his cheek lightly before going down and getting the tonic she had made. "Hey open your eyes for a moment," she pulled him up into her arms a bit and put the cup to his lips. "You have to drink this alright? It's made from healing herbs."

"Don't let them come in."

It was the only intelligible thing Sebastian managed to utter amidst a sea of incoherent whispers and babbling. Hands shaking as he gripped at Kalyani's clothing, he started to fade in and out of consciousness. His entire body shivered, but not in revulsion when he Rosenite blood made contact with his own. Head thrashing side to side as the wound was treated, the whispering and became more frequent and feverish as his life hung in the balance. It was an unknown language, perhaps even to himself. When he spoke, his voice was not natural - not tinged by his accent.

Channeling, unfortunately, was not the only phenomena Sebastian's writhing body exhibited. Mind and energy gone erratic, objects began to dart and crash about the caravan. Whatever poison the dagger had been dipped in, it was a potent one. He was fighting for consciousness, but seemed lost in some sort of fitful dying dream.

The descent had lasted an age. The all-too-familiar pull of the icy river of Death soaked into his boots. It stung his thighs like pins and needles. Made goosebumps travel up his spine. He knew this sensation from the many times he had astral projected. It did not last for long, though. He was taken. Not up, or down, or further along. Just somewhere else.
Warped, blackened trees dotted the landscape before him. Barren…and yet, there seemed to be a perpetual torrent of Autumn leaves caught on the heady-scented winds here.

An orange sun hung low in the shifting, painted sky. Pale. Dark. Dying. Like the presence that so compellingly beckoned to him from just beyond its rim. Creeping limbs sprawled out from the darkened orb, strangely beautiful in their inhuman glory. They spanned the sky, and rained down upon the ashen earth like rivers of blood.

The tendrils closed in upon him as he stood there, powerless, unable to look away.

"SEBASTIAN!"

The tearful, pleading voice sounded so familiar, but he could not place it. The other voice calling to him sounded so sweet…

He heard it again, and again.

He was standing in his childhood home. The fire roared all around him, reducing all to cinders. That gods-forsaken rune burned its way into his brain, just as the house was nearly consumed whole…

"Sebastian?"

Kalyani's voice, soft, and miraculously calm despite the circumstances, brought the caravan into his vision. The sudden change gave him vertigo, making him see double. He reached for the illusory herbal tonic she held first before grasping the real one. Hastily, he gulped every last drop down in this moment of lucidity before falling back onto the bed, panting. Tears streamed down his face, and, as he looked at her, an inky blackness seemed to drain away from his irises, evaporating into nothingness. This gave way to his natural, albeit supernatural eye color.

He lay there a moment, sorting reality out. His eyes shifted from Kalyani to the decorative carved ceiling of the wagon. He idly bunched the sheets in his hand from the pain. It felt like he had been out forever, but it was probably mere moments.

"I don't know what was on that knife, but I think I need to see your Goddess a wee bit sooner than expected," Sebastian remarked in a gravelly tone before coughing violently, nearly dry-heaving.