Saint of the Slayer.
Short Chapter, Sorry. I wanted to get it done because of other work I have to do.
Anyway, hope you enjoy. :3
Three
He lunged forwards, his sword driving through the demon's gut as it screamed in agony, and he stepped back, the key-chain clanging against the sword and he turned towards to Wyatt, who had just finished killing the demon that was attacking him too.
A quick sense for any magical beings that might be dangerous allowed Sicario to relax. Summoning away his sword he quickly moved towards Wyatt, hovering his hand over a cut across Wyatt's head, healing it. He supposed it was strange, being a demon with Whitelighter powers. It was strange.
Wyatt nodded his thanks and pulled away from Sicario, the Italian moving to his normal spot by the window. Staring out of the window relaxed him, and he felt tense ever since he knew that one of his sisters had passed on.
Wyatt walked up to Sicario, softly turning the assassin. He had noticed that the assassin had seemed depressed. Gently, he caressed the angular face. When the assassin hadn't moved or tensed, he slowly moved his face down towards the younger male before softly kissing him.
Smiling softly when Sicario returned the kiss, he applied more pressure, pressing his tongue against the soft lips, quietly moaning when he was granted entry in to the warm cavern. His tongue fought for domination against Sicario's, making a soft noise of surprise when his tongue hit metal.
Finally breaking away in a need for air, the two softly smiled at each other.
"Sicario." Leo's voice broke the mundane atmosphere and Sicario looked up from the book held between his hands.
"Wyatt told me what happened between you two. And I wanted to say that, even though I don't believe in homosexual relationships. You two have my blessings."
Sicario nodded, a soft smile coming across his lips. "Grazie. I hope the rest of your family and my own will be just as accepting."
Leo smiled at the Italian, and replied in the same language. "Prego. Sono sicuro che la vostra famiglia rispetto la tua decisione e le ragazze faranno di tutto per mantenere i loro bambini felici."
"Spero di sì." Sicario said softly.
"So, this demon, is named spy-a-cev-oil" Phoebe said, sounding the name out, pulling a face at the book's page.
"Spiacevole" Sicario corrected softly, "It means regrettable and evil, he makes everything you've ever done into a bad memory, something you regret, eventually all your memories, good and bad turn horrible, it ends up pushing the victim to suicide. The more bad memories someone has, the quicker they die. Obviously, the Demon wants to go after you because while you've got good memories, you've got bad ones from over the years. We're all targets, some of us more than others, which means all of us need to watch out for each other. The demon also makes the victim relive their bad memories, so It'd probably be a good idea for you to write down your worst memories so we know what we're dealing with."
The Halliwell's were shocked, the most they had heard the assassin talk was to Leo when they were speaking Italian, which was obviously Sicario's favourite language.
"It would also be a good idea to activate a crystal cage around the house, only letting your family in and out, you are most vulnerable here."
"I'll go set up the cage." Leo informed them, grabbing the crystals off of the table and walking out of the room.
"I also would advise to be armed with potions at all times." Seeing Wyatt was about to protest, Sicario shook his head. "I don't care that you have Excalibur. I have the Buster Sword and I still have potions on me at all times. Our powers can be blocked, leaving us weapon less." Turning to the girls, "I want you two," Pointing to Piper and Phoebe, "Near someone who can teleport at all times. Even if it means you can't go to work." Again cutting in before anyone could protest. "This demon is deadly, and there is no fifth sister if the Charmed One's fail, and Wyatt was supposed to have a sibling to make the next Charmed One's, and as far as I can tell, he doesn't."
Piper fell quiet at that. It had been sixteen and a half years ago, their baby Christian, who they had named after Christopher Perry Halliwell, had been kidnapped at eight months old, though the Halliwells had ripped the Underworld apart and put in several missing person cases, they had never seen the boy again. He was a weird child, he had part witch, part whitelighter and part demon in him. The Elder's still couldn't explain how that'd happened.
Noticing Piper's subdued mood, Sicario softly apologised before walking back to the window he was so fond of.