Alice took a deep breath to steel herself, and pushed the door open. It swung inward easily, but noisily. Alice was instinctively unsettled by the racket, but reminded herself that it was good. The more demons she could draw to her show, the easier it would make Sam and Dean's job.
Alice stepped into a large empty room, and immediately felt unseen eyes locking onto her. She realized that she still wasn't quite as drunk as she would like to be if she was really going to do this. She also knew she couldn't get too drunk, or escape would be complicated. She stopped in the center of the room. The only sound had been the echo of her intentionally loud footsteps on the concrete floor. Without that noise, the space seemed completely, eerily empty. Alice took a deep drink from the bottle, wincing at the burn as the acrid liquid slid down her throat, pausing when she heard soft footsteps behind her. She lowered the bottle from her lips, and continued to stare ahead.
"Alice," a voice came from behind her. A voice she'd heard so many times before in her life. But this wasn't her big sister. Not anymore.
"Bitch," Alice said, her tone cordial in contrast to her words. She turned and saw her sister's body. Just as if it had been a regular day. Except that her eyes were pitch black.
"Ouch, it still bites," the demon said. "I thought you would drop the attitude. You know. After what happened to Grandma."
The demon laughed, and Alice took another swig from the bottle.
"Out of curiousity, who was that man you sent after me earlier?" Ruby asked.
"Why didn't you ask him while he was still breathing?" Alice retorted.
"You killed him? Gods you're cruel. How'd you get him to do it in the first place?" she asked.
"He owed me a favour," Alice said. "And he brought me back an interesting piece of information."
"Did he now?" she asked.
"Yes he did... Ruby," Alice said.
It was small, barely perceptible, but Alice caught the flinch of surprise that flitted across Ruby's features.
"See, it all makes so much more sense now that I know who you are," Alice went on.
"Does it make you feel better, knowing that you're the one who caused all this?" Ruby asked nastily.
"Not really. But it gives me something to work with," Alice said.
"How could that possible help you?" Ruby asked.
Alice took another long drink.
"I know where you're buried," she smirked.
"Well then, I guess I'll just have to make sure that you aren't around long enough to do anything that I might not like," Ruby said. She eyed the bottle Alice was holding. "You know what Grannie always said about drinking. You'll ruin your liver at that pace."
Alice gave her the bird and took another swig, before hurling the bottle and the remainder of it's contents at Ruby. The demon swatted it aside with a hiss before it could hit her.
"I agree," Ruby spat. "There's been too much talk. Let's get to the fun part now."
A demon lay dead outside of a door that was chained and locked. Dean kept watch while Sam worked on the lock. Both of their heads snapped up as they heard a bloodcurdling, obviously feminine shriek from inside.
"Hurry it up," Dean whispered harshly.
"I'm going as fast as I can! This is a good lock," Sam grunted. A few seconds passed, before the lock finally fell from the chain. Sam unwound the chain off as quickly as he could, and pushed the door open. It took some effort, and was a noisy deal, since it was practically rusted shut, but the screams now echoing throughout the entire building covered it pretty well.
Sam and Dean walked into a room filled with pipes, with two doors leading out of it. Dean pointed to Sam, then to the one leading left, and headed for the one going right. He held the silver knife at the ready as he crept through the cold, still halls. The screams sounded out of place, which was odd, since this was just the kind of place he would expect to be haunted by the unnatural. He noticed a leaking water pipe, which told him they at least had the basics turned on here. He absently wondered if demons paid their bills, or just ate the bill collectors.
Ahead, the hall split off in two different directions. Dean heard footsteps, and ducked into an alcove as a demon walked past. He waited, and then kept going straight. After only a few feet, however, Dean heard the light padding of footsteps behind him. He turned, and plunged the knife into a demon's gut. It screeched loudly as the orange light shot through it. As the dead, empty host dropped to the ground, Dean heard shouting and the thunder of feet rushing toward him.
"Son of a bitch," he cursed. He turned and started running.
Sam was in a room filled with crates. He heard yelling ahead of him, and ducked behind one, waiting. He figured that probably meant that they were chasing Dean. Great.
The screams that he assumed belonged to Alice were getting louder. He crept closer and closer to them, occasionally flattening against walls or ducking into alcoves to avoid being seen by demons. He finally peeked around a corner, and saw Alice writhing on the ground in the center of a large room. She was surrounded by a sparse crowd of demons who, as Alice had predicted, had gathered to bear witness to her torture. They laughed and joked among themselves, and Sam suddenly understood Alice's refusal to go through with her plan sober.
Ruby stood out from the rest of the crowd. She glared at Alice's twisting, agonized form intently. Sam had no idea what was she was doing, but it was obviously hurting Alice.
Movement from a doorway behind Ruby caught Sam's attention, and he groaned internally as Dean's limp form was dragged into view. The demons pulling him dropped him unceremoniously on the floor at Ruby's feet. She took her eyes off Alice to speak with one of the demons who had captured Dean, and Alice's screams cut off abruptly. She gasped for breath on the floor, and Sam noticed the blood dripping down her arms for the first time.
Sam's gaze, however, was quickly drawn from Alice's wounds, to a flash of silver in Ruby's hands.
"Crap," Sam swore as Ruby examined the silver knife.
Sam wasn't the only one who noticed the knife. A murmur swept through the room as the demons whispered to one another. Sam couldn't hear what they were saying.
Suddenly, Ruby fell to her knees, a bloodcurdling, inhuman shriek tearing through the air. Sam flinched, covering his ears to lessen the sudden pain in his ears. As he watched, blood soaked through Ruby's sleeves, and dripped from her fingers to the floor. Despite her apparent agony, however, Ruby held tight to the demon killing knife. Still screaming, she pointed at Alice.
Sam's eyes flew back to Alice, to see her glaring murderously at Ruby. It looked like she was doing to Ruby... whatever it was Ruby had been doing to her only moments earlier.
Alice was not allowed to continue for long. A demon stepped out from the crowd, and kicked her brutally in the gut. She cried out, and Ruby's infernal shrieking stopped.
"Bitch!" Ruby gasped. She stood, and Sam could see that she was shaking. "That's the last torxing you'll ever dole out!"
She raised the knife over her head.
"Ruby!" Sam yelled, his voice echoing so that every demon there heard him. He felt about twenty pairs of black eyes trained on him as he stepped into sight.
"Oh, so she didn't kill you," Ruby snarled. She hauled Alice to her feet by her hair. "What else did you lie to me about?"
"No lies," Alice panted. She grinned. "Kick-ass acting though."
She punched the blonde in the face, twisting out of her grip and aiming a kick at her legs. Ruby dodged away, and retaliated with a swipe of the knife. The tip sliced through Alice's shirt and left a thin horizontal line of blood just below her ribs. Alice ignored the scratch, glancing to the side briefly to see Sam backed into a corner, swiping at demons with the black knife. After the first few demons he sliced open smoked out with shrieks of pain comparable to Ruby's, the others were thinking twice about getting too close to him. He wasn't going to be able to help her right now.
Then she spotted Dean stirring on the ground, forgotten in the excitement.
"Shorty!" Alice called, hoping Ruby wouldn't realize it was a call for backup.
Ruby's lips twisted into an ugly snarl as she lunged for Alice's ribcage.
"I've got three inches on you, idiot!" she hissed.
Alice wanted to laugh out loud at Ruby's narcissism, but didn't have the time. She barely dodged the next flurry of slashes the demon assaulted her with. She was paying too much attention to the knife, however. Ruby landed a kick to Alice's shin, sending her to the ground with a cry. Alice rolled to the side just in time to avoid a savage downcut from Ruby that would have opened her collarbone to navel. She managed to get back to her feet, but she was off balance for a split second. It was all the opening Ruby needed, and Alice knew she had made a fatal mistake.
Before Ruby could slice Alice's throat open, however, a metal pipe connected with the side of her head. It didn't stop Ruby from swinging the knife, but it threw her off balance, and gave Alice's backward momentum enough time to get her out of the way.
Annoyed, but unfazed, Ruby turned to see Dean standing behind her, clutching a pipe that was still vibrating from the force of the blow he had dealt. Growling, Ruby advanced on him, brandishing the knife.
"Exorcizamus Te, omnis immundus spiritus," Alice began reciting.
Ruby turned back to her with a hiss, and swung the knife. Alice successfully dodged, and kept chanting. Ruby was locked into her sister's body, so the excorsim would do little more than annoy her. It was a different story, however, for all the other demons in the room. And once Sam joined in the fight, Ruby would go down. Alice was too busy dodging to keep praying, but Dean picked up on what she was doing.
"Sam, exorcism!" he yelled, knocking a demon to the ground with the pipe.
The demons surrounding Sam had a variety of reactions as he took up the chant. Some covered their ears, some tried to run, and some smoked out on the spot. Others, however, became more aggressive, and Alice saw Sam flying across the room. Demons were swarming around Dean as well now, and he was barely fending them off. All Alice had to do now was concentrate on not being gutted.
"...Omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta..."
Lost in a sea of writhing flesh and curling black smog, Alice could hear Sam doggedly continuing the exorcism.
"Ergo draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica," Alice added her voice to Sam's. Ruby landed a cut to her arm, and she cried out, leaving the exorcism to Sam. She needed to concentrate on her own battle.
Suddenly, the room was filled with black smoke as the remaining demons fled their hosts. The mass swirled above their heads briefly, before it disappeared. Empty host bodies dropped to the ground, some groaning as they came to their senses, others still.
Alice danced away from Ruby, who tripped over a body and crashed to the ground. Across the room, Sam crawled out from beneath a pile of bodies, while Dean made his way to Alice's side. Ruby struggled to her feet as well, poised to attack the three hunters again.
"Ruby, stop!"
The command echoed around them, drawing all eyes in the room to a woman standing in the entranceway. She had a dark complexion, and brown hair cut into a pixie do. Her thin frame was draped with a distractingly red dress, and she wore matching heels. As she sauntered over the bodies littering the floor, her eyes flickered the same bloody shade as her garments.
"Let me finish them, Grinda!" Ruby snarled as her superior approached.
Grinda's eyes narrowed, and she raised her hand sharply. Ruby jerked as though she had been slapped, and the silver knife flew from her hand into Grinda's.
"You've gone too far, Ruby," Grinda tsked as she examined the blade. "I gave you permission to hunt down the other Smith girl. I said nothing about bringing her back here to wreak havoc on our coven."
"Coven?" Sam whispered to Alice.
"All the demons Grinda controls were once witches who sold her their souls," Alice explained under her breath.
"The others will be fine," Ruby said. Her tone was even, but beneath her placating words lurked malice. "They'll crawl their sorry asses out of the pit, and come running back to you. Let me kill these three, so-"
"Fool!" Grinda roared. "If you touch those boys, the retribution that will rain down on our heads will be beyond your puny comprehension!"
Alice glanced at Dean questioningly, but he looked just as confused as she felt. Suddenly, their gaze was broken as they flew back against the wall. Grinda approached them, examining each of in turn. Behind her, Ruby cautiously stalked closer.
"Why? What makes them so special?" Ruby asked.
"My bosses have plans for them," Grinda said simply, stopping in front of Sam. Her eyes lit up as she looked him over. "Especially this one."
Her eyes settled on the black knife that Sam still clutched. She laughed, and pried it from his fingers. Her eyes were glued to Sam's the whole time, and she barely spared the knife a glance as she tossed it over her shoulder. Alice's eyes widened as she watched it fall, expecting it to hit to concrete and shatter into a thousand pieces. Instead, it lodged into the back of a man who was slowly crawling toward the door. He cried out shortly, before slumping to the ground lifelessly. Alice sighed in relief.
"Don't touch him," Dean growled at Grinda, fighting against her hold on him as she reached for Sam's face.
Alice watched raptly as Grinda stroked Sam's cheek, something close to adoration crossing her features.
"My my," Grinda smirked. "You know, we're almost family, Sam."
"How do you know my name?" Sam demanded.
Grinda was about to respond, but Ruby cut her off.
"Fine," she said. "So the higher ups want these two alive for some bizarre reason. That doesn't mean I can't kill the little bitch."
Grinda grit her teeth.
"If it will stop you from whining about her day and night, then by all means, kill her," Grinda snapped.
"What do you plan to do with them?" Ruby asked of the Winchesters. She bent down, and pulled the black knife from the man's back. Dean didn't miss the look of absolute loathing that crossed Alice's face when Ruby wrapped her fingers around the handle. As though the demon were defiling something hallowed with her touch.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head about that," Grinda told Ruby condescendingly.
Ruby stood just behind Grinda, absolute hatred emanating from her.
"Of course not," Ruby hissed. "After all, it isn't my place, right?"
Grinda's grin widened.
"You're learning."
She turned back to Sam to say something else, but never got the chance. Ruby plunged the black knife into Grinda's back, and the crossroad demon fell to the ground screaming as steam rose from the flesh around the knife. Sam, Alice and Dean felt Grinda's hold over them breaking, and Alice was the first to bolt.
"MORONS! RUN!" she yelled as she flew toward the door.
"The knives!" Sam reminded her as the three of them approached their escape.
The door through which Alice had arrived was halfway open, and it beckoned to her urgently, but Alice slowed for a moment to glance back at the demons. She saw Ruby struggling to pry the silver knife from Grinda's grip as the greater demon fought to keep the lesser at bay, while attempting to twist it's arm around to pull the knife from it's back. Grinda's shrieks filled the air, higher and more piercing than any Sam or Dean had ever heard. Alice froze with indecision, her expression pained.
"We don't have time for this!" Dean yelled. He grabbed Alice by the arm, pulling her along behind him. "Worry about them later!"
He got through to her, and she followed him willingly out of the factory.
Ruby wrestled with Grinda, desperately trying to get the silver knife away from her. Grinda was not locked into her host, but she would fight tooth and nail to stay topside. Unlike weaker demons, Grinda could withstand the power of the holy-water forged blade. Ruby was counting on that. If her mistress smoked out, Ruby would be screwed faster than she could say 'bitch'.
Ruby heard a series of cracks and crunches as Grinda's hand broke under the strain of Ruby's clawing. Still, the crossroad demon held on stubbornly, not feeling, or not caring about the pain in her host body's hand. Ruby head-butted Grinda, and shoved her hard against the ground. The black knife twisted in Grinda's back, and her shrieks, amazingly, grew more shrill. With a final shout of effort, Ruby twisted Grinda's hand savagely into the most unnatural of positions, and pushed down with everything she had. The knife slid into Grinda's gut, and with a flash of orange light, Ruby's mistress was dead.
In the silence that followed, Ruby stared at Grinda's corpse, hardly daring to believe it. She was free.
Ruby quickly remembered herself, and grabbed the silver knife, leaping to her feet.
She had a brat to kill.
Dean, Alice and Sam raced for the highway. They saw headlights, and their flight became more desperate as they struggled to reach the road before the car passed and left them behind. Alice spotted a stick in the ground, and ground to a halt, dust flying up around her as she fell to the ground and started digging frantically.
"Alice!" Sam called!
"Stop the car!" she yelled back, searching frantically through the dirt for the gold knife. She couldn't see through the dust cloud she had created, much less breathe, and she was already short of breath from running. She glanced up, saw Ruby jogging toward her, and shouted in frustration.
Her cry turned to one of pain when something sharp cut into her fingers. Alice grabbed the blade without a second thought, and scrambled to her feet. On the road, Sam and Dean had managed to stop the car by throwing themselves in front of it. Alice reached the vehicle, and pounded on the door.
"Open the door!" she screeched.
She heard a click as the man inside the car unlocked the doors. She and the Winchesters jumped in, slamming the doors behind them. Through the windshield, Alice could see Ruby getting closer.
"Are those men chasing you?" the driver asked blankly of the Winchesters.
"No, there's something very bad chasing all of us," Alice said breathlessly. "Drive, NOW, and screw the speed limit!"
The man hit the gas, and they sped off down the road. Alice glanced behind them, watching as Ruby grew smaller. Now that she was sitting still, Alice could feel the adrenaline pumping through her, chasing away most of the alcohol's effect.
"Fuck!" Alice cursed loudly, startling the driver.
Alice caught a glimpse of her reflection in the window. She could see why the driver had assumed Sam and Dean were chasing her. She was dirty from rolling around on the floor, and the assorted cuts she had collected during her battle with Ruby were still bleeding. Her shirt was practically shredded, and the flowering bruises on her midsection were blaringly obvious.
Suddenly, the man driving sniffed, and started frowning.
"Wait, are you drunk?" he asked, slowing the car practically to a stop.
Alice groaned, knowing he must smell alcohol on her breath.
"Just a bit," she confessed.
"How old are you?"
The driver turned to glare accusingly at the Winchesters. "How old is this kid?" he demanded.
"She's old enough," Dean said. "Keep driving."
"No, I want you out of my car right now," the man said angrily.
"We don't have time for this. Drive. Now," Alice ordered sharply.
"No, get out of my car," he said adamantly.
Alice brought the gold knife up quickly, pressing it to his throat.
"Listen to me you jerk," she pressed harder to punctuate 'jerk', "I've been having a really, really shitty year. My entire family is dead, except for my sister, and she's fucking possessed by a demon, who's hell bent on killing me. I just lost two of the three most important objects in the country, I have more enemies than I know what to fucking do with, and too many bad promises that I have no choice but to keep. So don't assume that since I'm fourteen I'm naive, or stupid, or brainwashed, or kidnapped," she hissed. She took the knife off the man's throat, though she still brandished it threateningly.
"Drive," she ordered again.
The man, scared out of his wits by now, complied readily.
"I didn't know it was as bad as all that," Dean said.
"That isn't even half of it Winchester," Alice spat. She swallowed hard, and let her head fall into her hands as the gravity of what had just transpired hit her with the same force as a train. A wave of weariness crashed over her, washing away her anger and frustration, and leaving her with nothing but the desire to sleep. Sleep and forget.
Alice felt a hand on her shoulder, and looked up to see that it belonged to Dean. She shrugged away from his reassuring touch, straightening as she realized what she must look like.
"I'm fucking fine," she snapped in response to an unasked question.
She blinked away the sudden drowsiness that had settled over her without a second's notice. There was no time to sleep now.
The wicked don't rest until our eyes close for good, she thought.
Ruby ground to a halt on the side of the road, panting from her fruitless sprint. She watched as the car bearing Alice sped away. In spite of the rage that bubbled up inside of her at the thought that Alice had slipped through her fingers yet again, Ruby laughed out loud. It didn't matter that Alice had evaded her this time, because she was truly free now. She had been contracted to Grinda, and killing the crossroads demon had been the last step toward what had been Ruby's ultimate goal ever since she had emerged from hell to find that, somehow, Alice smith was still within her grasp. She had a body(A hot one at that), the third knife, and nothing to stop her from going after Alice.
"Let's play hide and seek, baby sister," Ruby hissed into the empty night.
They drove long through the night, and on until around mid-day, when the man was almost passing out in the driver's seat from exhaustion. Never the less, Alice wouldn't let him stop driving until they reached a good-sized city. Before she and the Winchesters parted with the driver, Alice made him promise that he wouldn't tell anyone what had happened to him. The less questions that ended up being asked, the better.
They checked into a hotel using money that Alice had shamelessly demanded from the man who had saved them. Sam had stuck up for him briefly, until Alice pointed out that between the three of them, they didn't have a penny. At that, Dean had produced a handful of pocket change, but it had not stopped Alice from taking their driver's cash.
"So, do you want to tell us what that was all about back there?" Sam asked her.
"No," Alice said, flopping down face-first onto one of the two beds in the room.
"I'm not sure it's optional. I would really like to know what you meant when you said that the knives were the three most important objects in the country," Sam said insistently.
"Tell you what, I'll swap information with you," Alice snapped. "I'll tell you all about the knives if you tell me why Grinda seems to think that you and your brother are so important."
"This isn't going to be an information exchange, Alice," Sam insisted. "Tell me what-"
"Sam, leave her," Dean cut in.
Alice hadn't been expecting that, and looked at him quizzically. He sat in a chair next to a table, pulling his shoes off.
Sam seemed even more surprised than Alice that Dean was taking her side, and floundered awkwardly for a moment.
"Someone should go get food. I'm starving. Bring some aspirin too," Alice said to break the silence.
"Right. I'll go," Sam said. No one said anything to counter him, so he left.
"What was that?" Alice asked.
"What was what?" Dean retorted. He threw himself stomach-first onto ithe empty bed the same way Alice had.
"You just sided with me against your brother," Alice reminded, shifting slightly to face him. "Why would you do that?" she asked, puzzled.
Dean looked like he was considering his words very carefully.
"That back there... you're sister's still in there with that demon. I guess I just..." he trailed off.
"The last thing I want is pity," Alice said drily.
"I'd call it closer to understanding than pity," Dean clarified.
"Hmm. I can live with understanding," Alice decided.
"What I don't get though, is why were you able to do your grandmother in when she was possessed, and not your sister?" he asked. If it had been anyone else, he wouldn't have dared ask, but he now thought that he understood Alice pretty well.
"Right before my grandmother died, she made me promise that I would take care of Allison," Alice explained wearily.
"I don't understand what it is with you and promises," Dean frowned.
"I told you I killed two tricksters? The first one I made a deal with. Ten years of servitude, and in return, no one could break a promise to me. But he just had to go and be a trickster, and he slipped in that as a drawback, I have to keep all of my promises. Unluckily for him, he just made me promise that I would serve him. I never promised I wouldn't kill him. So I did.
"The second one came after me for revenge, and knocked me and my family back around 1890 or so. I tracked him down to try and get him to send me back, but he wouldn't so I just killed him instead." She shrugged. "We ended up in 1990, which is a lot closer than I'd hoped."
"Why are you telling me all this?" Dean asked.
"I don't know. I'm probably still a bit drunk. Or maybe I just want to vent," Alice said.
"Well, while you're still drunk, or venting, or both, do you want to tell me why this demon's after you?" he asked.
Alice was silent for a few minutes, and Dean thought that she had closed up again when she finally spoke.
"It's my fault."
Her tone was completely devoid of feeling.
"What happened?" he asked.
"While I was in 1890, I did some... regrettable things to get to the trickster who sent me there. One of them was torturing and killing a Witch to make her tell me how to summon them," she said.
"Ruby?" Dean asked. Alice nodded.
"I don't understand... she's a demon," he said.
"Witches give their souls to a demon to gain their powers. When they die, they go to hell."
"I know that," he asked, now hopelessly confused.
"What do you think a demon is Dean? It's just a soul that gives in to hell's torments. Ceases to be human, and becomes something so dark that hell rejects it, sending it to walk the earth," Alice said.
"Huh. That's an interesting theory," Dean said.
"It's more than a theory. It's a fact," Alice said.
"How do you know it is?"
"Just one of many bits of knowledge passed down through my grandmother's side of the family," she said.
There was a moment of silence, and Alice's expression darkened further.
"She possessed my grandmother first. I had to kill her... but that bitch smoked out at the last minute. One more second... if she had gone a second sooner, my grandmother would still be alive... if she'd stuck around a second longer, she'd be fucking dead, and Allison-"
There was silence for a moment, before Dean made a few connections.
"So... your guardian died, and made you promise to look after your sibling?" he asked.
"I guess that pretty much sums it up," Alice allowed.
"Yeah... I understand you more than you realize," Dean said.
"How's that?"
"Pretty much the same thing happened to me," he said. He had no idea why he was going to tell her. Maybe it was the idea that she could understand. That there were so few people who could. They'd both killed their parents. Granted, he had not physically stabbed his Father as Alice had her Grandmother, but as far as Dean was concerned, it didn't make that much difference.
Alice's eyebrows shot up.
"Really? Well, I think you pretty much owe me the story, since I gave you mine," she said.
"I..."
Dean hesitated, but she was right. He did owe her the story.
"I told you my father sold his soul?" Dean asked. Alice nodded, and he went on.
"We were in this... accident. I was in pretty bad shape. I was gonna die. So Dad... he went out and sold his soul at the crossroads."
"In exchange for your life," Alice realized. Dean nodded
"Before he went, he made me promise to look after Sammy," he said.
"So in a nutshell, you think we're alike," Alice said.
Dean shrugged.
"It's something I noticed," he said.
Alice regarded him for a moment.
"Maybe we do have some things in common," she finally said. "It doesn't make us alike."
While Dean considered her words, she covered her head with a pillow.
"I hope your brother comes back soon," she groaned, "or you're going to have trouble keeping that promise you made your Dad."
The complete Sancta Missa, as read from the Rituale Romanum:
Exorcizamus te,
omnis immudus spiritus,
omnis satanica potentas,
omnis incursio infernalis advrsarii,
omnis legio,
omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.
Ergo draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica,
adjuramus te,
per Deum vivum,
per Deum verum,
per Deum sanctum,
per Deum qui sic dilexit mundum,
ut filium suum unigentum daret,
ut omnis qui credit in eum,
non pereat,
seb habeat vitam aeternae.
Cessa decipere humanas creaturas,
eisque aeternae perditionis venenum propinare.
Vade satana,
inventor et magiser omnis fallaciae,
hostis humanae salutis.
Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei,
contremisce et effuge,
invocato a nobis sancto et terribili quem inferi tremunt.
Ab insidiis diaboli,
libera nos domine.
Ut ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate sevire te rogamus, audi nos.
Ut inimicos sanctae ecclesiae humiliare digneris te rogamus, audi nos.
Terribilis Dues sanctuario suo.
Dues israhel ipse truderit virtutem et fortitudinem plbi suae.
Benedictus Dues.
Gloria a patri.
English translation:
We exorcise thee,
every impure spirit,
every satanic power,
every incursion of the infernal adversary,
every legion,
every congregation and diabolical sect.
Thus, accursed dragon, and every diabolical legion,
we adjure thee,
by the living god,
by the true god,
by the holy god,
who so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son,
that whosoever believeth in him should not perish,
but have eternal life.
Cease to decieve human creatures,
and give to them the poison of eternal perdition.
Begone satan,
inventor and master of all deceit,
enemy of mankinds salvation.
Humble yourself under the mighty hand of God,
tremble and flee,
we invoke the holy and terrible name at which those down below tremble.
From the snares of the devil,
Lord deliver us.
In order to secure your church to serve you freely,
we ask you, hear us.
So that you may destroy the enemies of your sacred chruch,
we ask you, hear us.
God is frightening about his own sacred place.
The God of israel himself will have thrust excellence and strength to his own people.
Blessed be God.
Glory be to the Father.