The wind echoed from outside like a demon, screeching to be let in, fighting with all its might against the old brick work of the church.
It was dark outside, given the late hour, but the four men sat around the long mahogany table silently waiting.
The howling winds wisp and the creaking of trees in the yard could be herd. It shook the youngest of the four men to the core, knowing how dangerous the storm could get.
The winds lapped at the locks that sealed them in the warming building blessed by god.
Suddenly the room was light up with an unhuman light as lightning shattered the shy. This made the young man grip the table edge with shock, breathing heavy with each passing moment.
"Calm down Yukio, she can't be that long now" sighed the oldest of the men, he had folded his hands and put his elbows on the table as he looked down cast at the only empty chair surrounding the table.
Just then, the room was blasted into light once again as thunder ruined the pitch black canvas outside.
All heads looked outside as the rain poured down in sheets; it was a surprise that the old roof hadn't caved in yet.
Yukio sighed in defeat, the empty chair next to him making him more nervosa as he remembered who was outside in that weather.
Lightning flared up the sky again, blinding the residents of the church, making everyone close their eyes in pain at the sudden brightness.
He listened to the war that plunged the streets of his home town, until the pattern of rain hitting tarmac was interrupted by the heavy feet of someone running up the pathway.
Soon enough, the click of the lock could be herd and Yukio sprang to his feet. Listening to the furious winds that had only echoed down the corridors as the door opened.
Yukio walked into the kitchen and waited as the sound of the door closing with a bang and trudging feet made their way towards him.
Finally, a hooded figure appeared from round the corner, carrying a rucksack on her back.
The figure looked up, as small drips of water fell on the tiled floor.
Yukio took a deep breath, already thinking about the kind of lecture he should hand out.
"You're late" he stated, making his face blank of all emotion, this included the worry and fear that he had for the figure in front of him.
The hooded mystery just stood there, tilting their head to the side in annoyance.
"I know" they eventually spoke; the voice was elegant yet ruff and tired.
Yukio looked over the dripping female of his sister, someone known for her rebellious and misunderstood ways. He had often worried that she would mix with the wrong crowd or god forbid get a boyfriend from one of those twisted gangs that patrolled the streets at night. The gangs where worse than the demons he had learnt to kill on a regular basic.
Yes, Yukio Okumura was an exorcist, a good one at that. He had started training when he was seven, after the panic of being too week to help his sister got too much for him to handle. Father Fujimoto had told him about Demons, not to mention his heritage.
He was the son of Satan, something he had always found hard to process. It scared him to be related to the one thing he was fighting against, but with his father's help, he was able to get rid of the doubt that plagued his mind. He was his own person, he defined who he was, not some guy that just so happened to be related to him by nothing but blood.
However, he soon discovered that his sister was in a lot more danger then he first thought, she was the daughter of Satan; but unlike him, his sister had managed to inhere Satan's famous blue flames, making her a much stronger and uncontrollable half demon, the only reason she hadn't been killed yet was because of the deadly sword that was hidden somewhere in the church, the only thing stopping the blue flames from killing all human nature in his sister.
He wished so badly he could take her place, to lift the burden she was so naive to understand off her shoulders. But fait just didn't work that way. She had unnatural human speed and strength, enhanced senses and a secret power to kill any demon or human she comes across.
Whist Yukio had two pistols with tranquilizer pellets. Yep, he was totally going to be able to protect his sister when the time came.
He turned back to the girl- no, woman- in front of him, she had finally removed her soaked hoodie and had hung it up to dry on the back of the door.
Her long smooth black hair was held up in a ponytail, but before she turned around to face him, she pulled it out and let her hair fall like curtains around her face.
"You have to stop doing this, your dinners cold, your clothes are socked and its past dark! You could have got seriously hurt out there! Not everyone is as nice as father." Yukio lectured, it was a well repeated lecture that bored him to repeat, but every time he said it, he hopped a little went in to her thick skull a bit more. Maybe one day she would actually take in what he was saying.
"I'm home aren't I?" she scowled, taking of her dripping baggy t-shirt. In the last three years, her style had started to change to overly big baggy t shits ranging from black to grey (if you were lucky) paired with black skinny jeans. Yukio liked to only think it was to rebel against their fathers views, hopping it really wasn't a Satan thing.
She then took a glass from the cupboard and filed it with water, not really caring that she was only in skinny jeans and a bra.
"Rin, at least tell me you got a job and you were kept behind because you needed to get your payment and shift times!" Yukio wined, hopping his sister wouldn't get ill for nothing, unfortunately he had no luck.
"Well, turns out my awesomeness was too good and it was making the other workers look pointless, so they couldn't give me the job as I would cost too much an hour" Rin answered with a dangerous smirk across her face.
Her brother just sighed in defeat, before walking back to the table where the rest of their disorientated family sat.
"You missed dinner" and with that he left.
"wasn't hungry anyway" grumbled Rin, finally pulling her hair away from her left cheek, revealing a long, deep cut that sliced through her pain skin and connected with her jaw line.
She gulped down the water and flicked her hair back into place- covering the gash that was starting to scar- and followed her little brother.
Fujimoto looked up with rage, but you could see the worry and disappointment through the cracks in his eyes.
"You ungrateful girl, sit down right now and let me tell you a few things!" he seethed, pointing with his bony finger at the empty chair.
She did as she was told, leaning back and kicking her legs under the table.
"Do you have any idea how late it is! Not to mention that you didn't even get the job?! So what where you doing? Playing hero for some DEAD birds!" he roared.
Rin gritted her teeth together, clamping her hands into fists as to hold back her retorts.
"Maybe you were standing up to some defenceless bullies or just trying to help a woman across the road? I've heard every excuse there is, so entertain me and tell me a new one Rin!"
At this point, Rin had stopped swinging her feet under the table and was squeezing her toes together glaring holes into the innocent table in front of her.
"Were you getting a little girls scarf for her? Getting more food for dinner? Falling asleep at work? Fighting with your tie!?" fathers hands griped the table as he rode to his feet, pushing his chair out from under him.
"You should be lucky anyone is giving you a chance! Do you realise that!?" He slammed his fist onto the table.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you, you foolish girl!" Fujimoto yelled, breathing in a huge sigh before collecting himself and sitting back down.
"Yukio, would you go make some fresh tea for your old man?" their father asked politely, now with a relaxed and soothing voice. Yukio immediately stood up and made his way back into the kitchen, doing as he was told.
"Rin, if you would be a lady and leave my table and go to your room, you need your sleep for tomorrows job interview" he continues, tensing his voice a bit at the mention of his only daughter.
Rin sneered as she stood up and left.
"And god forbid, please put a shirt on!" his annoyed yet somehow loving voice echoed after her.
