James yelled as he flew across the living room area and crashed at the doorway of the kitchen. Matthew nearly tripped over him as he kicked the door open, carrying their Book of Light. He instinctively dropped the oversized book as he struggled to keep his balance. It fell on James' chest with a loud thud, eliciting a chuckle from Matthew.

"Shut up!" James muttered in an annoyed voice. Matthew helped his brother to his feet and picked up the Book, flipping quickly to find the page he had been on before. "Watch out!"

James flicked his finger and deflected another projectile attack from one of the Vestal demons away from Matthew and onto the wall, where it rapidly ate through, leaving a large hole. He sighed loudly as he saw the hole form in the wall, adding to the list of things he and his brothers would need to repair.

"I see you're doing a good job in here," Matthew blindly commented, still focused on finding the spell.

"Just find the damn spell," James said. He waved his hand, but having already used his powers on these demons, they only stepped backwards a couple steps before advancing towards them. Matthew finally found the page, sharing it with James.

"Strength of a gorilla and venom of a snake,
This demon's existence I call to take,
I call upon the Powers; erase his space!"

The Vestal demons suddenly stopped as the power of the spell overcame them. Smoke appeared from nowhere and swirled around their grayish brown frames. They both writhed in pain as they slowly disintegrated into nothing. The last thing Matthew and James heard was a unified yell, and then everything was quiet.

"Jimmy," Matthew said, "this place is a mess. We're never gonna get this cleaned up. That repair guy that Mom and Dad told us about is gonna get suspicious sooner or later."

"Yeah," James agreed. "I'm surprised he hasn't been asking questions so far. Maybe there's another way out of this one."

"How do you mean?" Matthew asked. James took the Book and began flipping through it.

"Maybe there's a spell or something to get rid of this mess," James suggested. "There's a spell for everything else in here. It's worth a shot. Besides, we deserve a break."

"You know we can't do that," Matthew said. "We can't use magic for personal gain. It always comes back and bites us in the ass."

"Technically it's not personal gain," James countered. "We're doing this so that we can be at our best to fight. Or at least we could put up some signs so that demons will know not to come around here."

"I don't even know if demons can read," Matthew said. "Besides, I'm pretty sure that if it pisses us off, they're all about it."

James sighed as Matthew gave him a garbage bag. He started in the area closest to the front door, picking up pieces of the coffee table. Matthew started on the other side of the living room, close to the door leading into the kitchen. They both focused on the larger pieces of debris first, each filling his bag with whatever would fit. They barely said much each other; they both wanted to get as much trash off the floor as possible before they started on the larger repair jobs. They finally got into a rhythm of cleaning up and neither of them noticed Wesley walking down the stairs. The youngest brother walked in a slow and steady march; he seemed to be uninterested in anything outside of his brothers. He eyes were fixed on them.

"Hey!" James called out, catching Wesley in his peripheral vision. "You're up! How do you feel?"

Wesley said nothing. He only walked towards James, gripping the athame tightly at his side.

"What's with the athame?" James asked. Matthew had stopped picking up trash and was now watching. "We already got rid of those demons that took you in the first place."

Wesley held out the athame and when he got in proximity he thrust forward at James. James jumped backwards out of instinct, but being so close to the front door, he did not have much room to move. Wesley managed to slash across James' shirt, cutting his t-shirt open and creating a large gash on his chest. James grabbed the wound, catching the blood that began to drip, but before he could open his mouth, Wesley attacked again. With nowhere to go, James tried to shield himself with his free hand. Suddenly his body became transparent and the athame passed right through him. He looked perplexed at Wesley, who seemed to return the same expression. James seized the opportunity and sidestepped out of the way, once again becoming corporeal.

"What the hell are you doing!?" he shouted at Wesley, who had turned around and was now facing Matthew. Matthew exhaled as he dropped his hand; he had used his power in the nick of time to save his brother.

"Are you crazy!?" Matthew added as Wesley advanced upon him now. He stepped away from Wesley, but his brother continued towards him, his eyes fixed on Matthew.

"Cut it out!" James yelled, but Wesley ignored him.

"Something's wrong," Matthew shouted to James as he kept backtracking. "He's not right. It looks like he's being controlled."

Wesley ran forth and lunged at Matthew. Matthew caught Wesley's arm and twisted it so that Wesley was forced to turn away from him. Before he could act further, Wesley vanished in blue and white lights, leaving Matthew standing alone. He reappeared behind Matthew, already thrusting the athame toward his brother's back.

"Watch out!" James cried out.

He waved his hand and Wesley was lurched backwards before the dagger could hit its mark. James made a "come here" gesture with his hand, focusing on the athame, but it remained secured in Wesley's hand. Matthew ran over to where James was and they both stared at each other, not sure what to say. Wesley slowly stood back to his feet, brushing himself off and once again advancing towards his brothers.

"Wesley," Matthew said to his brother, "snap out of it! You're being controlled! It's us, your brothers!"

"Brothers…" Wesley spoke for the first time since coming downstairs. He stopped for a moment as the word seemed to bring him back to his senses. Life seemed to return back to his eyes; they had been blank before.

"Destroy the Complete," a voice echoed in Wesley's head. "Destroy them."

James and Matthew looked at him, puzzled. He seemed to not be listening to them anymore. They backed away from Wesley slowly.

"This isn't you!" James urged. "Someone's controlling you and you've gotta fight it!"

"I don't think he can," Matthew said to James. "Whoever's doing this must be pretty strong."

"And he picks now of all times to get the hang of glimmering," James added as Wesley advanced on them.