Chapter 1: The Diamond Ones
Geiney made his way back to his house that cold, windy night. He shuddered as he tried to fight back the cold he was feeling as he ran the block to his house. Holding his hood to not be blown away by the strong winds, he finally managed to reach the porch where he dramatically opened the door calling out, "Here's Johnny!" Shivering, he closed the door and unwrapped himself from the bindings of his jacket. He cursed himself for not creating a wind shield around him, an unfortunate habit of his whenever he rushed somewhere in a storm. He put his jacket on the coat hangers next to another jacket, belonging to one of his sisters.
"Luz, Sara? Anyone home?" He called out, awaiting an answer.
After a moment, a familiar voice replied, "In the kitchen, Geiney!"
He glanced at himself in the mirror next to the front door. His hair was sticking out in some places, due to the heavy winds that had whipped him. His brown eyes held a tear drop from his constant squinting against the winds and his cheeks were flushed, and felt cold to the touch. He shivered, just looking at his reflection made him feel even colder. He wiped the tears from his eyes and rubbed his cheeks, trying to bring back the heat he had lost during the battle against the wind.
Geiney entered the hallway and turned left at the first opening, where the kitchen was located. He looked around and saw the familiar shape of Luz, with her back turned to him as she cooked dinner. Thankfully, they still had power in their home. Unlike his unlucky friend who he just managed to escape from.
"You're late." Luz said, sprinkling salt into the pot she was cooking in, her movements as deft as any expert. Luz had silky black hair that fell to her shoulder and parted on either side so that her bangs covered her ears. She had a short nose and bright colored lips. Her cheeks bore a rosy color and her brown eyes seemed to sparkle. She wore a pearl necklace and a white blouse with loose jeans. She was staring intently at the pot, as if waiting for the right moment to add some spice to the concoction.
"I didn't think I was going to be that late. Blame Alice, she lost power and wouldn't let go of me. Literally. Have you seen my scratch marks?" He lifted his shirt and exposed his back where there were some diagonal cuts going down his back. There was some dry blood on his flesh and Luz only giggled at the sight of his back.
"Aw, how cute! You got yourself a girlfriend!" She laughed. Not finding his predicament funny, Geiney rolled his eyes.
"More like she got herself a nail filer. Seriously though, they shredded me like tissue paper!" He flopped down at the counter in front of his sister, not diverting her attention from the pot. She dipped a ladle in the pot, and blew on the contents of the ladle before taste testing it. "The soup's almost done. Ailyn should be bringing Sara here soon. Would you set the table, please?" Geiney nodded and grabbed the silverware from a nearby drawer.
"So where did Sara go anyways? She said she was only going to gather some potion ingredients, but she didn't say where." Geiney asked.
"She went with Ailyn to grab some eye of newt from South America, and Ailyn left to grab some Whitelighters' essence for our potion, the one for our weapons, and a few other ingredients. I thought she would get it from Chinatown but it shouldn't take her this long."
"I thought we had some left over from the last batch we made. It was next to our potion vials." Geiney commented as he set the silverware down. Fork first, knife second with the blade facing the fork, then the spoon after that. Though he was only fifteen, Geiney prided himself in his etiquette.
"No, I gave the last of it to a witch I met at the magical shop. I gave her the recipe we use for ours and she said it would come in handy when she's battling demons. She seemed excited about it." She turned off the stove and brought out the glasses and placed them on each table setting.
Just then, they saw a flash of light and orbs surrounding two rays of light as two people materialized from the light. Geiney recognized them immediately and beamed at the return of the two women.
The woman on the left, who removed her hand from the other woman, greeted the two people in the kitchen. She had blond hair which was combed at the front but hung loosely behind her. She wore a spiked choker which fit nicely with her black spaghetti strap blouse, tight ripped jeans, and black painted finger nails. Hanging from her chest was a black chain with a heart pendant that had her name engraved; Ailyn. She called her style, "blending in with society".
The woman on the right wore dirty blond hair and wore a red V cut blouse with well fitted jeans. Her blouse' sleeves were short and showed off her smooth arm. Around her neck hung a small gold heart shaped pendant with her name, "Sara". Her fingernails were painted with a red color which held a glossy finish. On her ring finger, she had a plain golden ring with a flat diamond engraving and a small polished diamond which gleamed in the light of the room.
"Ailyn, Sara, Welcome back." Geiney greeted, smiling widely at the two women who just orbed into their kitchen.
"Sorry we're late. Ailyn wanted to stop in the middle of nowhere just to pick up some flowers." Sara said, sitting down at an empty spot at the table.
"It isn't just any flowers, they were Dahlias. And unlike Mexico, they're not as common here. Of course, you wouldn't know where we were at anyways because you have no sense in direction." Ailyn retorted, sitting down across from Sara.
"I do not have a bad sense of direction." She defended herself.
"You got lost on the city bus! You couldn't read the direction the bus was taking?" Ailyn replied, earning laughter from Geiney. Geiney was about to add to the statement but a cold look from Sara silenced him. Instead, he opted to grab a pitcher of water for the table.
"Alright, you two. That's enough. I don't want any blood spilled in my kitchen." Luz chuckled, bringing to the table two bowls at a time filled with soup, still steaming. Everyone thanked Luz before dining in. Geiney gladly joined them, bringing his own bowl of soup to the table.
"So do we have more Whitelighter essence in stock?" Geiney started the conversation.
"We do. Now all we have to do is wait for a demon to attack." Ailyn said.
"Please, don't jinx it." Luz sternly said.
"Oh, come on, Luz. It would be fun to fight demons again. I get to finally use my powers on them."
Sara knew that Luz was really delicate with the subject of fighting demons, so instead of letting Luz reply, she spoke up, "Hey, have your powers grown? Have you learned to control them yet?"
"Yeah, more or less. Ailyn is still helping me with the training. If I concentrate, I can create a Windball. I already know how to summon the Wind Shield at ease." Geiney informed them, taking a spoonful of soup to his mouth.
"Yeah, the tyke has gotten better. Still needs help aiming though." Ailyn said, waving an empty spoon at Geiney who stuck out his tongue at her.
"Well, that's good. Can't have you running around with an active power you can't control. That's no fun." Sara said.
"So Sara, how's that project going for the health product company- uh, what was their name again?" Luz asked, turning her head towards Sara.
"HealthyLife. And we finally have all the models we need to start shooting the commercial scheduled in two days. I'll be there to help. Then I have to edit the shots, which will take at least a few weeks. After that, we compile it together and show it to the HealthyLife marketers and the President, and they decide whether or not to air it." She replied.
"Has anyone ever asked to redo the commercial?" Ailyn asked, with soup in her mouth.
"No. And that's what makes us good at what we do. However, that also puts pressure on everyone to work even harder."
"Well, you have to keep your reputation up, otherwise people get canned. Am I right?" Geiney chimed in, to which Sara nodded.
"Once editing starts, I'll be working late. But you can always find me on either my cell phone or office line." She added.
Geiney finished his soup, thanked Luz for the meal, and excused himself to his room.
"Where are you going?" Luz asked him.
"Meditation, I have to get better at aiming."
"Don't break any… more windows," Sara warned.
"I can't promise anything." He said as he walked out. Ailyn shook her head and rolling her eyes.
"That boy is going to end up a trouble maker." Ailyn said matter of factly.
"He already is." Luz confirmed, and Sara started a new conversation about a client that she managed to recruit. The client was a fifteen year old teenager who sang like an angel. The girl was singing to herself an emotional song that caught Sara's attention one day as she was jogging. She immediately convinced the girl to visit the studio where she worked and even gave her a card. The next day, the girl asked for a meeting that afternoon and she captivated Sara's music producer. The girl's name was Ann Shannon and Sara, ecstatic about this girl's talent, spoke wonderfully about her as Luz and Ailyn listened intently. The night went on and it was finally time for everyone to rest up for the next day.
Ailyn went up to check up on Geiney, climbing the stairs and turning to the right to his bedroom. She found Geiney already asleep in his bed. His body sprawled out on the bed. Ailyn couldn't stop a smile which crept onto her face. She knew she wasn't supposed to, but she decided to help him out. Concentrating on the sleeping young man, bright white orbs surrounded his entire body. As if immaterial, they flowed under the covers, where Geiney materialized with the orbs dissipating into nothing. Geiney moaned but offered no other evidence that he had woken up. Ailyn shut off the lights and closed his bedroom door.
She walked back downstairs to where Luz was, and found her finishing up the dishes.
"Where's Sara?" She asked, stepping into view.
"She went to shower, since she has a big day tomorrow."
"You know there is someone killing witches out there, right?" She saw Luz visibly flinch, and a pause before Luz sighed.
"Yeah, I know."
"Luz, the boy is excited about demon hunting but he isn't aware of the full danger of it. He needs all of us to be there for him when the time comes. You can't keep him from his destiny, nor can you run away from yours." Luz dried her hands on the towel that hung next to the window sill.
"Ailyn, Sara and I didn't have a good experience learning to be witches and I don't want that for Geiney."
"He doesn't have to. You haven't been teaching him the way you were taught. You're teaching him the way you would've wanted to be taught." Luz nodded.
"I don't know if he's ready."
"The Elders seem to think he is. Don't you trust me?" Luz turned her head sharply as if she was insulted by the question.
"Of course I trust you!" Ailyn took Luz's hands in hers, her cold wet hands felt slippery in hers.
"Then trust me when I tell you that Geiney is ready." The smile Ailyn made to comfort Luz was welcoming as Luz embraced her Whitelighter, or what she knew as a Guardian Angel. Ailyn winked at her, and for a moment lost her smile as she looked up. Luz frowned and looked up as well, remembering that being a Whitelighter meant that she had the ability to telepathically communicate with the Elders, the beings that protect and watch over the Whitelighters.
"What? Is it that important?" Ailyn said, who went quiet for a moment, "I understand. I will be there soon." She turned to Luz, giving her a frown, "The Elders say that another witch has just been killed, and they want me to investigate."
"Okay, but just be careful." Ailyn smiled, and stepped back.
"You know that's my line, right?" She winked and waved goodbye, orbs surrounding her body until they floated upwards, and teleporting Ailyn to "the heavens" as she sometimes referred it.
Luz, as if in a daze, walked aimlessly around the house until she caught her reflection in the mirror by the living room. She sighed as she looked at her sad, fearful and worried eyes. In her eyes reflected the events of the night she arrived home, the night she lost her boyfriend, Brandon. She walked in her house to find a cloaked figure holding an Athame blade. They were ceremonial knives used by witches to direct energy. Just thinking of the snakelike blade brought shivers to Luz's spine, especially when it was still dripping with her boyfriend's warm blood. She gasped, and when she couldn't hold anymore air in her lungs, let out a blood curling scream. The cloaked figure spun around and Luz, consumed by her fury, tried to send the cloaked figure to a nearby wall but instead, the figure only shifted, unbalanced to a new position. She drew her hand back and in a smooth, flashy movement drew the gun that she carried behind her back, aimed and fired the entire magazine into his being. All but one bullet out of the seven hit their mark in his body. The creature let out a deep growl, as if coming from a lion, and shimmered out of the house and back into the depths of whatever hell from where it had come from.
She raced to Brandon and screamed out Ailyn's name repeatedly. She already knew the mortality of the wounds he had received and knew that he was already dead by now, but she would not believe herself. Ailyn arrived with bright orbs surrounding her, and gasped at the sight of Luz's boyfriend, bloodied and limp on the ground. She had tried for the life of her to bring him back, but it was no use. Her glowing hands ceased to glow and Luz let out a heart shattering wail as she banged her fists against her boyfriend's chest. Ailyn closed her eyes and let out the tears that had build up in the wells of her eyes.
After finally finding some sense of calming down, she closed his still opened eyes, and communicated to the Elders that a mortal, Brandon, had died, killed by a demon. Ailyn called the police and gave them her account, but Luz wouldn't respond to anyone.
That's when Sara and Geiney had arrived at the scene... She shook the memory from her mind and wiped the tears that had fallen down her face. She sniffed and wrapped her arms around herself as she walked upstairs to her room.
Unbeknownst to her, outside stood a lone figure wearing a full cloak, watching her from outside, the strong wind not fazing him in the slightest. Its eyes followed her to the other room where she disappeared. It fingered the crooked blade, blood still dripping onto the ground below it at its side. It gave off a sneer as it walked off down the street. "It's almost time." It growled and disappeared around the corner of the street.
Morning had arrived, and Geiney walked downstairs to see Sara cooking breakfast with Luz at her side. Ailyn was already there, watching the news intently.
"This is the third murder in the last three weeks. There is some concern for women all over the Valentine. The perpetrator, however, seems to only go after single women, between the ages of twenty and thirty, and who live alone." There were flashes of light from the cameras that were capturing the Police Sargeant as he rambled through the facts on the current case, a solemn, stern face on the television.
"Morning!" Geiney announced. He received a chorus of greetings from everyone and went to the fridge to pour himself a glass of orange juice. He drank a sip noticing that Ailyn was leaning forward on the table, eyes glued to the television and a look of total concentration on her face.
"Ailyn, don't fall into the TV!" Geiney exclaimed, making Ailyn jump in surprise.
"Stop scaring people." She muttered as he walked over and examined the report on the television.
"We are doing the best we can, but we have yet to come up with any leads at this current time." The police Sergeant, Robert, scowled, annoyed that he hadn't gotten any leads. He just wanted to retire in peace, but he couldn't abandon the force when it needed him most.
"This is Kyle Donie, reporting in."
"These murders aren't being done by any random John Doe. Someone's killing Witches." Ailyn spoke with authority. The kitchen became silent. Luz didn't look up from the kitchen counter, but everyone did notice the slight flinch she had made. Geiney and Sara both stared at Ailyn as she stood up from the table.
"Luz, it is time. The Elders want us to be prepared in case this demon attacks. I found out that this demon kills witches from well-respected covenants like the Celtic Crosses. There was another from the Cross of Witches, and even the Pentacles." Luz sighed and turned around, showing her sad eyes towards everyone. She offered no response, only nodding at her Whitelighter. Ailyn turned to Geiney and gave a slight smile, "You ready for your first demon hunt, tyke?" She asked. Geiney nodded, completely dismissing the awkward mood surrounding the kitchen.
"Awesome! I'm ready!" He said jumping up and down, like a small child.
"But after breakfast! A Whitelighter needs to eat too, you know."
"Oh, come on!" Geiney groaned as he tried to reason with her. Ailyn noticed the small smile that formed in Luz's mouth.
As they were talking during their breakfast, Ailyn couldn't help but think back on the earlier events of the day, before she arrived at the Cuentas family home. She had been impersonating a police officer, complete with the full get up all night, trying to obtain whatever information she could get her hands on. In the early morning she had to abandon her search as she was called up to the heavens for an important meeting. She quickly put the folders she was looking at away, neatly, and making sure no one was watching her, orbed out of the records office and teleported herself into the "lounge" of the place. She saw many Whitelighters talking with one another; some seemed to be having casual conversations, and others very serious conversations.
She looked for her bosses, all dressed nicely in bright white robes, with their hoods covering their heads. They noticed Ailyn and stopped talking, removing their hoods and lining up in an even line, with their hands folded in front of them.
"Hello, Ailyn," One of the Elders greeted her with a smile, Ailyn always thought she was pretty, "I see you have been investigating." She said, gesturing to Ailyn's police uniform.
"I just borrowed this. I'm gonna put it back, I swear!" She stressed out, as she looked from one Elder to another, all of whom were giving her a cocked eyebrow look. "Uh, so why did you call me?" She blushed, embarrassed at her complete slip up, and possibly getting an ear lashing from the Elders later.
"We're very concerned about Luz, your charge. We feel like she is losing the way of her destiny. As a witch." Ailyn stood at attention, frowning at her higher ups.
"I can assure you, I'm taking good care of them, Sandra. I don't see why you say Luz is losing—this is about her late boyfriend isn't it? The incident that happened a year ago."
Sandra nodded and took Ailyn's hands in hers. "Ailyn, she is trying to fight against her destiny. We have cloaked them long enough, and Geiney is ready to fight against the world of evil. We need you to trust us. They are ready, and you will be able to continue guiding them and fight alongside them. All we ask is that you let us uncloak them." Ailyn looked into the eyes of her boss and mentor. They were sincere, just as they always had been. Ailyn closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
"I trust you." With that, Sandra nodded towards the other Elders who repeated her gesture and walked away.
"The Elders will drop the cloak. You can be with them tonight." Ailyn thanked the woman. They separated their hands and before Sandra walked off, Ailyn called her name.
"Is there anything I need to know?" Sandra thought for a moment, debating whether she should voice any instructions.
"Yes. As usual, you cannot let your charges know, but there will be a test set up for them. We had no part in this, but destiny chose this event. You must be ready to guide them through the beginning of this trial. Luz, Sara, and Geiney have a major part to play in this event." She embraced Ailyn and in her ear, whispered the words that continued to ring in her head, "You must let them play their part. You must let them decide for themselves." When she released Ailyn from her embrace, she smiled.
"Be not afraid, child, they are ready." Ailyn was jolted back into reality when Geiney prodded her with the handle of his butter knife.
"Did you not hear me?" He asked. Luz and Sara gave Ailyn a puzzling look.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking about those murders still," Ailyn shook her head, putting the scene behind her, "The Elders still want me to look into that." Acknowledging Geiney, she asked, "So what were you telling me?" She asked, putting the food she forgot she had into her mouth.
"I was trying to ask if you could take me to the movies again. I really want to see a new movie that came out."
"Sure. When?"
"Tonight?" Ailyn hesitated, but agreed. Seeing as the Elders had told her to be with the siblings, she didn't see a reason not to. "Sure, I can take you. But we're walking. The Elders scolded me for using my orbing ability when it's not needed."
"But it's like ten miles!" Geiney whined.
"No, it's only a mile away. Besides, you need the exercise." Geiney gave up. As long as he went to see the movie, it was fine by him. When they were done, Geiney got ready to leave; he put on his red wrist bands with a diamond symbol stitched into them. He grabbed his flip phone and put it in his pocket along with the spare keys to the house. He made sure his shoes were tied for the walk to the movie theater and smiled at himself in the mirror of his bedroom. He turned and walked downstairs.
"Ailyn, I'm ready! Are Luz and Sara coming?" Ailyn stood up from the couch and shook her head no.
"Not tonight. They didn't want to see the movie." Geiney shrugged, and they walked out, with Geiney informing Ailyn about the movie they were going to see.
"So have you gotten better at aiming?" She asked, once Geiney was finished with the summary of the movie.
"Not really. I can only hit my target from a short distance away, but at least I can call on my power on my own." He said, smiling at the memory of how he discovered his powers.
"Do you remember how I got my powers?" Geiney mused.
"Yeah, I threw a ball at you, and when you raised your hand to catch it, you instead brought up a shield. Completely by accident, might I remind you."
Geiney pouted, "But you scared me!"
"I know, but it was worth it, right? We found out you were Aerokinetic! You can control the wind to defend yourself or attack your opponents. That is really useful, you know."
Geiney thought for a while before he chuckled to himself. He concurred, "I always did want an active power."
They arrived at the movie theater, Ailyn paid for them, bought two containers of large popcorn, and two drinks. The viewing room was half full when they arrived and most of the good seats were already taken, so Geiney led the way towards the middle seats, which still had a good vantage point towards the movie.
Meanwhile, back at the Cuentas home, Luz had brought the groceries in with Sara in tow, struggling to hold the groceries together while speaking into her cell phone. Luz tried not to laugh at the comical position her sister was in, while Sara sent daggers with her eyes at her laughing sister.
"But does it have to be tonight? I mean, we haven't even started filming, I don't see why I—" There was a pause while Sara watched apples and oranges fall steadily to the floor, unable to do anything but watch helplessly as Luz had a laughing fit. Sara pouted, and finally sighed, "Okay, if it's that important to you, I'll help you out. Yes... okay, on the corner of seventh and Roosevelt. Yes... goodbye." She turned to look at her sister, "You evil witch!" Luz let out her laughter, and then Sara realized what she was holding, "Wait, these are cans, right?" She dropped the bags and ran to her sister, chasing after her while Luz tried to appease her sister.
Finally, Sara captured Luz in a headlock, and after a moment, Luz coughed out in between laughter, "who was that on the phone?"
"My boss, who called me to tell me he was in some sort of trouble and he needed help," She let go of her sister, "He also said come alone, but he sounded very distraught. I wonder what kind of trouble he got himself into this time." She grabbed her keys from the key holders, and put on a jacket.
"Wait, your boss wants you to go now, at this hour? This doesn't sound right, Sara."
"I know it doesn't sound right, but he sounded helpless, I'm not sure why. Although I do understand that he's not in life threatening danger or he wouldn't be reminding me that I owe him some favors." She rolled her eyes and was about to walk out the door when Luz called her back.
"What about the bags you dropped?"
"Sound like it's your problem now, just for laughing at me," she turned around, "And now I am walking away and laughing at you." She laughed mischievously, as she waved with her free hand and walked out. Luz glared and when Sara closed the door, she let out a frustrated sigh.
"When I get my hands on you, I'm going to—" she picked up the nearest object on the floor "... throw a can of beans at you!" She began to angrily pick up the cans and fruit off the floor, cursing Sara underneath her breath.
Geiney and Ailyn exited the movie theater, laughing as they threw away their drinks and popcorn tubs into a nearby trash bin. "Okay, I have nothing but good things to say about this movie." Geiney said, regaining himself from his laughing fit.
"Okay, I have to be honest, I was not looking forward to seeing this movie, but I did enjoy it."
"How could you not? Will Smith, Kevin Klein, and Salma Hayek makes for a great movie."
They walked out of the theater, moving away from the bright lights and into the residential area. All the while, they continued to talk about the movie, each giving off their own opinions and thoughts. When they passed Seventh Street, they failed to notice a lone figure, fully cloaked, casually leaning up against a wall from a nearby alley. His vantage point made it to see people easier, but difficult to notice someone leaning against the wall unless they were looking for someone.
The figure, his mouth uncovered by his robe, smirked and kicked himself off the wall and followed Ailyn and Geiney. The figure began fingering the snake like bends of the blade, his smirk growing increasingly larger as he approached. Ailyn felt a shiver run down her spine, her sensing ability telling her that a demon was nearby. She let Geiney take over the conversation as she tried to focus on the shiver, trying to figure out how far the presence was. This had to be a demon; she only ever received shivers when it was a demon. She felt her heart jump in her chest, alerting her that the figure was at least a short distance away.
Ailyn frowned, and motioned Geiney to follow her in the direction of an alley; raising an eyebrow but not questioning it, Geiney followed Ailyn. The Whitelighter knew if the demon dared to attack, she could orb them safely without worrying about their exposure as a witch and a Whitelighter.
"That was a stupid move, witch!" Ailyn and Geiney both turned around fast, watching as the hooded figure brandished the Athame it held in its hands. It removed its hood to expose his face; he had short hair and a scar on his left cheek. The demon wore an excited, evil grin that showed off his crooked, yellow teeth.
"Who the hell are you?" Questioned Geiney, eyeing the figure up and down, resting his eyes on the shiny, silver blade their opponent wielded. It glistened in the light of the full moon and it made the figure look even more terrifying with the moon behind it, casting a shadow over them.
"The name's Jeremy. And I'll be glad to take your powers." He growled as he slowly approached the duo.
"What makes you think we have any powers?" Ailyn retorted, trying to come up with a plan of attack. She needed to know what kind of demon was after them so she could tell the sisters about him and vanquish him. This was the safest route. considering they knew nothing about the demon in front of them, yet.
"I've been studying you and your friends. And let me just say, it will be a pleasure to kill four witches in the same day. Consider it an accomplishment for me." Jeremy, the demon, sneered as he took another couple steps towards them.
"Okay, Ailyn, what do we do?" Geiney asked, taking another step back.
"Oh, there's nothing you can do. But if you let me kill you right now, maybe I'll kill you fast enough you won't feel any pain," It growled, foam building up in the corner of its mouth, "Who's wants to go first?" It snarled in a feral manner, as if waiting months to play with its new toy. He pointed the blade towards Ailyn, and Geiney, swaying the weapon to and fro, not knowing who to kill first.
"Geiney," Ailyn spoke, "I need you to throw a ball at him. You can distract him long enough for me to wound him and we can orb to your sisters." Geiney stared at her, fear completely in his eyes, "Don't worry. Trust in me." Geiney's eyes traveled back to the approaching figure, his heart beating a mile a minute. Ailyn looked around for something she could use as a weapon, her eyes traced her environment, taking everything and anything into consideration. Finally, she spotted something she could use, a discarded two by four beam.
Ailyn and Geiney bumped into the wall behind them. They were at a dead end and the figure was close approaching. Geiney closed, his eyes, took a deep breath, and twirled his wrist, summoning a clear, but noticeably round, rippling Wind Ball.
The figure laughed maniacally, "You'll go first!" Jeremy stepped forward, their distance only about five paces away. The demon lunged but Geiney threw the ball at the demon, who received it directly to the chest. Ailyn took the opportunity to grab the nearby two-by-four beam and stood in front of Geiney.
Jeremy, who was sprawled on the floor, laughed excitedly with a maniacal ring to its voice. "I'm going to love that power!" It picked up its Athame from the floor and threw a fireball at Ailyn. Unfazed, she blocked the fireball and charged forward, holding her ground with her own attacks. Strike, slash, spin slash; the figure doubled over and Ailyn spin struck the creature into the ground and stepped back.
"There's one thing you failed to realize. I'm actually a Whitelighter." She grabbed Geiney's hand and they both orbed out, white orbs surrounding their bodies until they dematerialized into nothing. The creature groaned and slowly got up. It held its chest, holding where he had taken the blow.
Step by step it leaned against the brick wall of the alleyway and cursed the sisters. "I will kill you bitches…" He looked at his free hand where a ball of fire formed, "Even if you fight back, I will kill you all." He walked out of the alleyway and headed towards the sister's manor, with only one thing on his mind; he was going to take great pleasure in taking their powers away.