At that moment, a demon materialized in the doorway. He was about Wesley's height, but significantly larger. He looked like a normal human man, except that his eyes were completely red. He was bare chested, with a strange symbol tattooed onto the middle of his chest. The symbol resembled a capital P combined with a capital L; that combination was inside an upside down triangle.
"So this is the home of the infamous Complete," the demon hissed, staring at the three young men in the living room. He raised a hand and a fireball ignited itself in his palm. The fireball spun on its axis, rotating slightly as it hovered ominously in the demon's hand.
"Get down!" Wesley shouted at Wyatt as the demon hurled the fireball at him and his brothers.
James roughly pushed Wyatt so that he tripped and tumbled over the living room sofa, while he dove in the opposite direction, over the coffee table. Wesley closed his eyes and disappeared in a shower of blue and white lights. He vanished in the nick of time; the fireball just missed him. It continued on and struck the coffee table, which exploded in a small conflagration. The impact of the explosion threw James further than he had anticipated and he slammed into a wall headfirst. Wyatt peeked his head from behind the sofa to see what the noise was. What was just the coffee table a few seconds ago had been reduced to splinters and debris in the blink of an eye. He stared at the demon, who focused on him. He ignited another fireball in his hand, aiming for the sofa. As he raised his hand to throw it, he suddenly froze in motion.
Wesley had glimmered behind the demon and his hands were extended. He looked at Wyatt, who was also frozen in place. He ran to check on James; he was knocked out cold. He shook him vigorously, trying to awaken him, but he had no luck. He quickly returned to Wyatt. Waving one hand in front of Wyatt's face, Wesley unfroze him. Wyatt jumped back a little.
"Where'd you come from?" he asked frantically. "Weren't you just over there? Is that a…a…"
"Demon," Wesley finished Wyatt's sentence in a matter-of-fact tone. "I guess your imagination's not much compared to the real thing, huh? You need to get out of here now. Go upstairs and take your stuff with you. I'll call you down when it's safe."
"But," Wyatt protested.
"Go!" Wesley said forcefully, pointing at the stairway.
Wyatt hung his head and quickly gathered his two bags. He rushed towards the stairs as the demon unfroze. The fireball hit the center of the sofa, creating a large hole right in the middle cushion and flying through the other side, where it struck the wall and made a large hole. Wesley jumped back; he had almost forgotten about the demon. Wyatt, hearing the loud noise, sneaked back to the bottom of the stairs, watching the battle. His curiosity got the best of him; he needed to see what was happening.
"Jimmy!" he shouted at James, trying to get his attention. James still did not move.
The demon took notice and unleashed a third fireball, this time at James' unconscious body slumped against the wall. Wesley reached a hand out and quickly froze the fireball. He, the demon, and James formed some sort of line segment. With the demon in between Wesley and James, however, Wesley was at a disadvantage trying to get to his oldest brother. Wesley knew that the demon would not stay frozen for long, nor would the fireball. The last time had only bought him a couple minutes. This time would most likely be for less time. He had to act fast; James was not in any condition to help fight the demon. Matthew was presumably off studying. This time he was by himself. Thinking quickly, he glimmered out of sight, reappearing next to the demon. Wyatt blinked his eyes furiously at the sight. He had heard Wesley's stories of their fights with demons, but it was a completely different thing to see it firsthand.