Marcus's hand drops, finds Sabrina's, his fingers thread with hers to draw strength from one another. Mother Bernadette's crucifix is held between their palms and the rosary beads tangle around her fingers as well. Her choice of words inspires his next set of words, too, and he pulls his aspergillum from his pocket and uses it to fling holy water in Lucifer's direction.

"Not a priest, darling," he answers. "Just an exorcist."

Then he smiles, he actually grins, and shouts, "Saint Mary Magdalen, Saint Agatha, Saint Catherine, all holy virgins and widows, all holy saints of God, intercede for us." His hand tightens on Sabrina's, the other using the aspergillum to fling holy water in the sign of the cross. "I adjure you, ancient serpent, by the judge of the living and the dead, by your Creator, by the Creator of the whole universe, by Him who has the power to consign you to hell, to depart forthwith in fear."