Feliciano trembled as he stood by the door, pouring salt around the edges as his brother had instructed him. He'd already set up the things they needed for the exorcism – he already knew it was going to come down to that. It was an ordinary demon, nothing special about it. They were in Charlotte North Carolina, hunting a demon that'd been possessing the town's children and killing their families.
It was almost like a vampire, the children would seem normal at first as always but each night one child, in one family, would come out. They'd walk into their parents rooms unnaturally quiet and the moment they laid their heads to sleep they'd slit their throats and feed on the dark red liquid that spilled out. It didn't leave orphans either, it took siblings too. And the boys were determined to get rid of it. Lovino smiled softly, stepping up once the pounding of the door sounded. He nodded at his brother telling him it was time to move. Feliciano stepped out of the way and swung the door open, a little girl stepping in not long after. The brunette fumbled with the cap on his holy water for a minute before he'd finally managed to get it off, tossing it on her.
He was surprised when it didn't do much, but it was enough to get her to scream. Lovino picked her up swiftly and Feliciano grabbed his gun, loaded to the brim with rock salt. He fired and it hit – again, it didn't do much. The elder of the twins dropped her in the chair, tossing the book to his little brother. "Do it!" He snapped. He nodded, frantically flipping through pages until he had found what he wanted. The child simply smirked, watching as Lovino carved a circle into the back of the chair, trapping her. "You little boys think you can really destroy me? The great Adzhe? Childish fools." Lovino growled slightly, glaring at his brother. "I said do it..!" He shouted, gripping the child's wrists and pinning her down. Feliciano nodded, whispering the words softly but loud enough to hear.
"Deus, conditor et defensor generis humani, respice super hunc famulum tuum, quem fecit ad imaginem tuam et gloriam tuam dicitur habere ...
Exaudi, sancte Pater, gemitum supplicantis Ecclesiae: non est natum habere patrem, ne serui tui, quos redemit sanguine suo, a diabolicae captivitatis habenda sit non spiritui immundo spiritu templum habitationis.
Exaudi, misericors Deus, preces beatae Virginis Mariae, cuius Filius in cruce moriens, contrivit caput serpentis antiqui omnibus commendavit matrem filiorum servo tuo sic luceat lux veritatis sit pax et gaudium intrare ei liceat eum habere Spiritum sanctum, et reddere ei serenum purus habitant.
Audi Domine deprecationem beati Michaelis Archangeli et Angeli ministrabant vobis Deus virtutum vi repellere diabolus veri Dei gratiam mouere fallaces insidias Deus libertatis et gratiae, conteram vincula iniquitatis…." The demon screamed and twisted in Lovino's grip, crying out in pain as the affect of the words took their toll on him. Lovino nodded at his brother to continue, smiling. Feliciano took a deep breath, muttering the Latin words once more. "Exaudi, Deus, humanae salutis amator servus liber ab omni aliena potestate ... ...
Adiuro te, Satan, hostis humanae salutis, agnosce iustitiam et bonitatem Dei Patris, qui iusto iudicio damnata superbia tua invidia recede ab hoc famulo Dei, quem Deus fecit ad imaginem suam ornatam sua munera misericorditer adoptionem filium.
Adiuro te, Satan, princeps huius mundi, agnosce potentiam et virtutem Christi, qui vicit in deserto, in horto superavit, spoliavit te in cruce et de sepulcro surgere, et victimis tuis transferatur regnum lucis ...
Adiuro te, Satan, deceptor humani generis, agnosce Spiritum veritatis et gratiae, qui tuas repellit insidias mendaciter confundat recede ab hoc plasmate Dei caeli quem signatum sigillo de quo recessit Deus templum sanctum spiritualis unctio.
Egressus Igutir Satan, in nomine patris et filli et spiritus sancti per fidem et orationem ecclaise relinquo relinque per signum sanctae crucis domini nostri Iesu Chrisiti, qui vivit et regnat semper et semper amen…!" He screamed, watching as the black smoke erupted from the child's mouth. Feliciano coughed, waving his arm to clear his vision.
Lovino was holding merely a little girl now, blood coating her chin and her upper lip. The moment they brought the girl back home they were off again, heading towards their hotel to figure out where their next hunt would lead them. An eerie silence broke out between the two as soon as Lovino put the key in the ignition, and he knew exactly why. He looked at his brother out of the corner of his eye, sighing. "Look… about what I said earlier I-" Feliciano cut him off, gritting his teeth. "I don't wanna talk about dad…" He muttered. "He left. And he's going to fight that thing that killed mom and Ludwig too. And he's going to do it alone. What happens if he dies, Lovino? What if he dies and we could've been there to stop it.!" Lovino growled, gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. "You said so yourself Feli! Mom and Ludwig are dead and they aren't coming back! Even if we had the cult, they'd still be gone." Feliciano growled back, punching the dashboard. "I said I don't wanna talk about it..!" He snapped, trembling softly.
Lovino sighed and faced the road once more, pulling up to the parking lot only to find his brother wincing in pain. "Feli?" The boy didn't respond, simply curled up, sobbing with his head in his hands. Lovino sighed and picked him up, carrying him to their hotel room. "Feliciano Vargas if you don't open that fucking big god damned mouth of yours and tell me what's going on I swear….!" Feliciano ignored him, trapped in another one of his visions. They had been coming more frequently lately, more intense, sometimes even during the day - like now.
Kiku laughed, laying calmly on him and Ivan's bed as he pulled up in the car. He waited patiently for him to come upstairs, surprised to find him silent. The Russian turned, acting as if the man on his bed wasn't there. "So you're still not talking to me..?" Kiku asked, looking over at him. Again the man ignored him, slipping off his scarf. He looked up at the mirror, his once violet eyes completely black, white and all. "Ivan please..!" The boy whined, clutching his pillow tight. Ivan turned around and smirked; cocking the gun he was holding and firing without hesitation. It was a clean shot, right between the eyes. Kiku had not the chance to mutter a single word, his lips parted in the start of a scream as his head hit the once white pillows, now thoroughly stained in blood.
Feliciano bolted up from the bed his brother had laid him in, panting. "Ivan and Kiku's house!" Lovino looked at him questioningly. "What happened..?" Feliciano glared slightly. "No time! Get our stuff, we have to go now!" Lovino nodded slightly, grabbing the keys and their jackets. "Alright just tell me what's going on and-" Feliciano cut him off for the second time that night. "I said there's no fucking time damnit! Now get your ass in the car and drive..!" Lovino nodded, running with his brother to the car swiftly. "They still live in Wichita right..?" Feliciano nodded, shoving his brother into the front seat. "Just drive."