A/N: WARNING: Contains graphic and sexual content.
Morgan led the charge into the room after everything had died down, peeling his body off Garcia's. When everything started flying around, he'd pushed her to the ground, and shielded her with his body. Hotch had done the same for JJ, and now gingerly pulled himself of her. Her eyes were wide with vivid fright, but Hotch ignored it as he followed Morgan into the room, the girls racing in behind him.
"Did it work?" He heard Morgan demand.
Reid joined Father Richard in examining Emily, until the recently arrived Dr. Faber managed to drag his shaking form into the room.
"I sure as hell hope so," Rossi said. He looked pale, exhausted, and weaker than Hotch had ever seen his friend.
"I believe it did," Father Fiore said.
"Her pulse is strong, a bit rapid even," the doctor commented. "Breathing is rapid, and she's warm, but I don't imagine that's a fever. We need to hook her up to a drip. Do you have the equipment, Fathers?"
Father Hughes nodded, and he and Father Richard left to get it.
"Prentiss is alright?" Hotch asked, still unsure, or perhaps afraid to believe.
"She's alive. We'll clean her wounds again. I don't want to put her on pain meds until she wakes up though," Dr. Faber answered.
"Why isn't she awake?" Morgan said.
"She's exhausted. It usually takes a few hours for the recently exorcized to wake up." Faber turned. "Father Fiore, I should really take a look at you as well."
Fiore looked like he was about to fall down, at least if Jimmy weren't beside him, holding him up as he guided him out of the room. Fiore nodded. "When you've finished getting Ms. Prentiss settled, I'll be next door."
The team watched in silence, Garcia clinging to Morgan and squeezing JJ's hand as the doctor tended to Emily. He worked quietly, and with occasional assistance from Reid, who he seemed to be grateful to have around. Hotch turned away toward Rossi.
"Are you okay?"
The older man offered a grim smile. "I'll live. I'm still worried about Emily though."
"You should get some rest." He turned back to the team. "After the doctor leaves, you should all get some rest."
"What about you?" JJ asked.
"I'm going to stay with Emily, in case she wakes up." He didn't want her to wake up in a strange place alone, and frankly, he was still worried.
"I could stay with her, Hotch," Morgan said.
"You take the next shift." The other man looked ready to push it, but just nodded. Garcia hanging on him, still completely terrified probably had something to do with that.
The doctor finished with Emily, and left to tend to the priest. Not long after that the team began to file out at Hotch's insistence. Between the case and Emily, they'd been burning it at both ends for far too long.
Once they'd left, Hotch sought out the folding chair, and brought it back into the room. He positioned it against the wall across from the bed, and sat down, his body suddenly feeling very heavy. He let his head fall into his hands, and took deep breaths in and out. This was complete and utter insanity. It was really happening, but it was impossible. It scared the hell out of him to think that demons were real. It was bad enough that human monsters exist; now they had to fight real monsters as well?
How was he supposed to protect his son?
A low moan drew his attention to the bed. Emily shifted and whimpered.
"Prentiss?" He said.
She moaned again, but it ended in an exhale. "Hotch?"
He moved closer to the bed. "Hey, welcome back."
Her head lulled in his direction, and her eyes began to flutter. Hotch smiled when he saw her brown eyes, but his smile dropped abruptly at what he saw in them. It felt like ice slid down his spine, and he moved his hand to his weapon, only to freeze, unable to move.
She sat up in bed, and slid out from under the covers. Her feet hit the floor with a quiet slap and she stood up, never breaking eye contact with him. She went to move forward, but the IV tugged her arm back. She ripped it out, and walked forward. Prentiss moved so her body was pressed closed to his, and dragged one hand down his chest, over his groin, and toward his right hip. Her hand landed on top of his, and he heard a flick as she opened his holster.
Hotch swallowed, his heart thudding madly in his chest, wild with panic. She – no it – was going to kill him. Holding his hand, she pulled his Glock from his holster, but she didn't point it at him. Instead, she brought his hand and gun toward herself, and Hotch's heart kicked up to a whole new gear.
The demon was going to kill Prentiss.
It twisted his wrist so the gun was facing up, the barrel parallel against her stomach, pointed at the ceiling. Then in slow, deliberate movements, it pulled his hand lower and under her hospital gown. Hotch felt his knuckles brush her warm thighs, and his brain screamed at him. He couldn't do anything to stop it though, he was completely frozen by the demon's gaze.
It rapidly thrust the gun upward, pushing inside Prentiss's body. Hotch felt his fingers brushing a part of her body that he had no business touching. But he couldn't let go of the gun, and he couldn't pull it out of her.
The demon did that on it's own, slowly drawing the barrel out of her, before rapidly thrusting it into her vagina again. It did this over and over again, growing faster as it moved, and mimicking moans of pleasure as it moved the weapon. When Hotch began to feel warm liquid running down his hand, he knew it wasn't cum or urine.
Blood.
Prentiss was bleeding, and he couldn't stop it, he couldn't help her.
Suddenly, it shook the Glock from his hand, and shifted closer. It took his hand, her fingers slipping on the blood, and brought it back under her grown. It thrust his hand inside her body. Hotch felt his fingers brush her opening, and into her wet, warmth.
"Fuck me," the demon snarled. "Come on, boy scout, fuck me hard!"
It was Prentiss's voice, her body pressed close to his, her breasts pressed against his chest, her breath hitting his ear. It pulled his hand out and thrust it back in, and Hotch was helpless to stop it.
"Harder! Harder!" It yelled, it's movements growing faster and less controlled. Then the demon's broken rasp broke through. "You've thought about it, boy scout. I know you have. You've thought about fucking her. You think about fucking all your little underlings?"
It laughed, a twisted cackle that rang through the room.
"Aaron?" A voice broke in. Dave. "Oh, shit."
"Rossi, what the…?" Morgan.
He heard their shoes slapping against the floor as they charged over. Dave grabbed his shoulders and pulled him away, as Morgan tackled Emily. The demon continued laughing.
Hotch's trance was finally broken, and he shook his head. His eyes landed on his blood covered Glock, then his blood-soaked hand, and finally the puddles and trails leading to Morgan and Emily.
The demon still laughed. Then Morgan screamed. Hotch was too shell-shocked to move, but he watched Rossi head over, only stopping to poke his head out, and scream for help.
Prentiss was on her feet, and Morgan was suddenly flying across the room, his body slamming into the opposite wall, just below a crucifix. He didn't move.
The front of her gown was covering in seeping red, her legs were smeared with blood as far as he could see, and it still dripped from between her legs. Rossi stood nearby, eyes wide but averted from the demon, his mouth moving rapidly as he chanted a prayer.
The demon still laughed.
"Babylon Cecidit, cecidit, illa magna." She was staring at them, eyes full of hatred and fury.
Rossi felt as if all the evil he'd seen in his life was right there in her familiar eyes, boiling and raging, ready to explode forth and consume them all. Had they left her so vulnerable? That such a creature could slide into her body, and eat away at every beautiful piece of her?
"What did it say, Dave?" Hotch's shaking voice came from behind him.
"Babylon is fallen, is fallen, that great city, I think it's from the bible." He breathed in. "Aaron, I think it's talking about Emily."
"Sic impetu mittetur Babylon magna illa civitas et ultra iam non invenietur," the demon cried, turning her face up and screeching into the air.
Before Hotch could ask, Rossi translated, "Thus with violence the great city Babylon will be thrown down, and shall be found no more at all."
The room plunged into chaos.
All four crucifixes ripped away from their restraints, and went shooting toward opposite sides of the room. Medical equipment and the folding chair followed suit, and Rossi had to duck and cover his head to prevent being hit. The bible on the bed snapped open, and the pages flipped as if a strong wind had blown them. Then they seem to tear themselves from the book, and the room became filled with a blinding hurricane of paper.
Rossi began to pray with more sincerity and effort than he ever had in his life.
Fathers Richard and Hughes barged in, and Hughes was immediately lifted in the air and slammed into a wall, not unlike Morgan had been earlier. Derek was still on the floor, though he was awake now, and his eyes wide with fear, for himself or his partner, Rossi didn't know.
Jimmy suddenly appeared beside him with Father Fiore, who still looked exhausted. JJ, Reid and Garcia appeared has well, their eyes wide and faces pale with terror.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," Garcia said over the over again.
"By the power of Christ I command you to depart!" Fiore yelled, clutching his rosary in his hand. "You unclean spirit, you devil, you wretched vermin! This woman belongs to God, Creator and defender of the human race, and his son, the Lord Jesus Christ! Depart oh cursed one! I demand you depart now!"
Objects stopped flying all over the room, and the paper settled back onto the ground. The demon turned toward Fiore, and looked at him through Emily's brown eyes. It was silent and still, her body tense as it pondered its next move.
"Repel, 0 Lord, the devil's power, break asunder his snares and traps, put the unholy tempter to flight." Fiore broke the silence. "Free this woman from this most unholy bondage!"
Then it screamed. Rossi slapped his hands over his ears. The sound was abrasive and unimaginable. It was like the roar of a lion and the shrieking squeal of a New York City express train shooting through a subway station. He felt like his head might burst.
As the scream began to trail off, he heard something else. The sound of flesh tearing and blows being landed. He glanced around, but the only body being abused was Emily's already tortured frame.
The demon remained focused on them, even as her body jolted with the force of invisible blows. He saw the skin of her of right bicep suddenly rip open, and blood trail down her arm.
It was going to kill her so they couldn't save her.
"Identify yourself, demon! Abandon your cowardly hiding, and say who you are!" Fiore hollered. He had tried to get a name earlier, but had failed.
"Coward?" It said. "Says the man who hides behind a title and a piece of jewelry!" It screamed again. "I was around thousands of years before your Christ walked the Earth! And, I will be around long after your faith is dead!"
"What did you say she spoke, Davey?" Jimmy asked, half yelling to be heard.
"Reid said it was Akkadian, I think. Or Sumerian…" He looked to the young man. "Reid what language did she speak earlier!"
"Sumerian!"
Jimmy looked at the other priests. "Sumerian demons, name them!"
"Pazuzu!" Hughes said. The demon didn't react.
"Succubus!" Fiori called. "Anzu! Humbaba!"
Hughes threw another one out. "Lamashtu!"
That did it. Its demeanor changed just the slightest bit, it's confidence shaken. "That's the one!" Rossi cried.
"Lamashtu, tormentor of mothers and infants, architect of nightmares, bringer of pestilence, and poisoner of water and foliage, I know you, I know you and I command you to depart!" Fiori sprinkled holy water on her.
Yup, exercising demons is not that easy. Emily is not safe yet. Stay tuned. FYI, those are the actual names of some demons.
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