[ Akua scoffed, her tone sharp, when she said: ] No. It's a gateway, not a...mirror now.

[ She is doing the best she can. She knows how the working works. Hierophant had done something similar with a Demon of Corruption once before, and she pulled at the pieces, and started to birth this technique to life again. Her weaves are complex, and accurate, and magical letters float before her, as she starts to compress the space before her and around the creature, to start to put it into a smaller, and smaller box.

Once, the Hierophant had trapped a Demon of Corruption so tightly, that it had been well and fully contained. Other than the small portion of corruption that had been trapped within his own mind -- something she did not wish to deal with. There were some parts of her magic that didn't seem to work, and she did not want it to apply to that. ]

I don't know -- [ She finally admitted; her focus fully on the Demon. ]

The Necklace -- look for the necklace. [ A sharp breath, and then: ] It has her soul. Rip her heart out.

[ Intimate. Something only Catherine had done to her, but there was no other way now, her focus had to be on compressing, and containing the demon. ]