The day had ended, its night and darkness had risen from the shadows. Crime had sprung up to its max, the night crawlers that owned the streets had overtook the city, and the air felt heavy. The hospital’s entrance was overtaken by drug addicts and prostituion. Inside Candy's alone with Angela, she was done with her examinations for the moment. Luckily the young teen took her examinations well and didn’t freak out from her past trauma. The only thing she did that was out of line was she managed to almost bite a nurse, which didn’t cause too much damage to the employee.

Candy’s on his phone, pacing back and forth calmly while Angela seems rather strange? She’s staring out the window, looking out into the city lights, watching the flickering of its potential beauty drowned out by corruption with a cold gaze. The moonlight gleaming with its white beauty onto her dark hair and glistening those ever growing purple highlights. She basked in its light, sitting there, staring unconsciously for a minute, like a doll. Candy hung up his phone, noticed her dollish nature and walked to her side. He sat down next to her on her bed and stared out as well to watch the night sky too.

Feeling brightened up, he pats her back, trying to share the same mood with her. “So? Whatcha doing kiddo?” He didn’t see anything that was eye catching, just the usual crappy city lights to his eyes. “Are you thinking about something?”

She had her mouth slightly opened, moaning softly as she continued staring.

Candy cleared his throat. “Angela, what’s running through your mind boo?”

Finally, he got a response, but it wasn’t the response he intended, she only giggled very calmly, creeping Candy out a tad bit. Candy awkwardly chuckled too to respond to her reply.

Angela finally stopped her weird silent act and looked at Candy. “Oh nothing, friend. I was just thinking how much I miss him…” She turns her attention back to the blood stained lights, “Yeah, that’s all, Candy.”

Then she grabs Candy’s hand all of a sudden, without looking at him. Candy gasped slightly but took a breath, dramatically like a girl.

Angela tightened her grip and Candy felt weirded out. “You’re such a good friend Candy. Thank you for taking care of me all this time.” She blinks softly, and lets go of his hand.

Candy scratches his cheek and smiles as he retracts his hand back to his lap. “Uh, don’t sweat it momma. It’s the best I could do for you guys, especially for your brother.” He winks as he pats her head, “but he was right, you’ve grown quite womanly during this period I must say.”

She brings out a tiny smile, blushing. “Is that so?” She retracts her hand and sets it over her growing chest. “Do you think… is it enough to—please him?” She expresses a frail smile, “Am I mature enough to…”

Candy didn’t like where the conversation was going, so he chopped Angela on the head, surprising her and bringing some sense back into her. “Hey, that’s not what I meant by you darn weirdo, quit thinking that way. You’re acting very strange, lil momma.”

Angela massages her head and giggles once more. She looks away and goes back to staring, but this time, to the shadow that was lurking in the darkened corner of the room.

Candy slightly twitches an eye, and frowns. “Oh my god, you’re so dang weird right now, sheesh.” Candy sighs and chuckles a bit. He stands up and walks back to his chair that he’s claimed as his bed. “Well, goodnight anyways, now that you can actually sleep properly now.” He yawns, stretches and shuts his eyes with a smile still on his face.

Angela smiles too and decides to call it a night as well. “Goodnight to you too, and to you… Jack.” She slowly lays down and deeply falls asleep.

Over at the other side of town, Eric and Jack were back in their hotel room. The two were frustrated and Jack, who especially still seemed spooked out of his mind, was pacing back and forth in front of the room. The young man’s eyes were very erratic as he grabbed his head with intensity from what unfolded. Eric thought he'd finally lost his mind. Eric tried asking him something, but Jack was so lost in his crazed world that he ignored everything around him for a moment, including his surroundings when he bumped onto the edge of a nightstand. Jack loudly groaned then came to a halt. He went to his bedside wall and slammed his fist out of nowhere, denting it.

“Damn it!” Jack rubs his head and sits down harshly, clutching his head.

Realising that Jack was back into reality, Eric threw a pillow at him to get his full attention and get some answers. “Yo man!” Eric asked as the pillow he just threw rolled off of Jack. “What the hells spooking you? Is it that guy from earlier, do you know him?”

Jack rests his arms, crossing them on his knees and groans again. “More or less.”

He felt his phone vibrate, he reached for it, pulling it out and saw it was only a text from Anna. He frowns remembering the scared look on her face during that moment of abnormality.

“I’m sorry, for worrying you like that, Anna.” He replies to her message and closes his phone.

Eric lets out a huge breath of air, feeling puzzled by all the randomness that’s been unfolding. “Don’t worry my guy, I already apologised to her about pulling a gun and crap, but that dude freaked me the fuck out okay?! But the way he just appeared behind us like that, nuh man, nuh!” He snips the air with his arms, shaking his head, “Fuck that, I can’t handle shit that spooky my guy. So tell me? With all this supernatural boo-hoo, scary shit now going, what type of guy we dealing with here?”

Jack pulls a cigarette out, feeling his anxiety and stress spike up. “Well… from what my source told me,” He lights it, “we’re dealing with an ‘Exorcist!’” He quoted the air and started smoking. “Honestly, even hearing that for the first time it baffled me and made my brain tremble with disbelief. Honestly all of this, this crap, it’s growing and feeling so stupid that I question if this is all actual reality.”

The young man continues to smoke his stress away, neglecting the no smoking rule in this hotel's establishment. Eric felt Jack’s pain and understood his frustrations. He too pulled a cigarette out and started smoking as well.

Eric smacks his lips, sharing the same feeling as Jack over such a stupid statment in their minds. “Man, what kind of shit is that? You mean like the movie, a priest dude type shit? Man this is some funky shit we’re getting into, I can’t deal with folks like you right now. You white people are crazy.”

Jack couldn’t help but chuckle at Eric's insult. “I’m mixed, you fuck, but I can’t blame you, like I said, not even I can handle all this ridiculousness.”

Jack finishes his smoke, he stands up and stands there.

Eric raises a brow to him. “Whatcha bout to do then?”

Jack deeply sighs and throws the cigarette away in an empty tin trash can. “I’m going out for a bit to get some fresh air. I’ll be back, just gotta relax my mind before I finally break.” He starts walking to the door and opens it, but wants to say one last thing to his uncle. “I hope and cross my fingers this small stroll will be stress free, if I don’t return, you already know what happened to me.”

Jack closes the door behind him and Eric couldn’t help but chuckle at Jack's statement. The big uncle smoked the last of his cancer stick and decided to shower away the burdens of this messy day into Michigan's blood stained sewer systems.

Jack’s outside of the hotel and is walking in the direction of the town’s park. “God damn, why’s this happening all of a sudden?” Jack said to himself while pulling another cigarette out, “Witche’s, spirits, ghosts, and now Exorcist…”

Jack lights it and leaves it dangling in his mouth with his arms tucked in his pockets. I know I’m repeating myself constantly, but— He reaches the entrance to the park and pulls the cigarette out of his mouth, letting out a huge cloud of smoke. “What more can this bizarre world hide from us people. I really hope this is the end to all this crap that defies physics and reality.”

Jack walked into the park, frowning, walking and smoking to relax his troubled mind. As the young man walked deeper, he spotted a bench, deciding to sit down for a moment. He takes a seat on the old wood, laying his arms back and staring at the night sky. The moon is only half bright.

Jack stares hard at it. “Seeing the moon this way reminds me of how my soul currently is. With light and darkness colliding, waiting who’d be the winner and making me the person I’m supposed to be.”

The young man tilted and shook his head. When he thought he was alone, Mallory appeared from the shadows behind him, cautiously trying to sneak up on him so she could surprise him. Jack didn’t notice until she wrapped her cold arms around his neck, embracing him and sharing her freezing temperature with his warmth.

Jack grabs her wrists and he too was starting to freeze. “Mallory, could you let go?” he said as his breath was showing from the dropping temperature around them.

“Okay.” Mallory said with a gentle smile, letting go and giggling calmly.

Jack blows air, seeing his hot breath as he lays his arms on his knees. “So Mallory, is this it? Or is there more?” he said in a serious tone.

Mallory wasn’t sure what Jack was talking about so she stayed quiet.

Jack hangs his head and shakes it again. “Because I’m growing rather tired from this—all of this-this nonsense.” He stood up, and sighed, raised his head back up and gazed hard back at the moon one last time.

Mallory blinked and grabbed her arm, feeling bad for Jack’s mentality.

Jack didn’t want to stir drama, so he decided to change the subject. “Mind telling me more about these so-called Exorcists?” He turned around to look at Mallory, the one being who brought about his problems and exposed this new side of reality to him.

Mallory looked away and looked worried. In the moment Jack couldn’t help but feel vexed over everything, but to him, she was also the answer to his growing questions, and he needed answers. Jack transformed his face and got serious because he was done messing around, done playing games with her, he wanted every bit out of her right now. Mallory can feel the growing tension between them just by his gaze, and decides to play it cool.

With her arms behind her back, pale skin shining beneath the half moonlight, she twirls her dress and hums a song instead.

Jack balled a fist. “Mallory, this isn’t the time to—” she continued her innocent humming, forcing it to rub against his eardrums to purposely interrupt him.

Jack was starting to grow impatient, enough for him to start to leave until she stopped her foolishness and said “Okay.” with again, a gentle smile.

Jack sighs. “You really are something, you know that?”

Mallory opens her arms out to him. “Before I do, could-could I have a hug?” Jack groaned, and Mallory made her face look sad. “Please…” she said gently.

Jack dragged his hand across his face, but she looked so innocent and adorable that he couldn’t help but oblige to her request. Jack went up to her and shared his warmth to her, and rubbed her back while at it. He’s only doing this to get his question answered but quickly he was starting to feel comforted and loved.

Mallory’s eyes glistened and she let out a single giggle, and softly blinked. “So? You want to find out who these guys are?” She said, gently.

Jack let go and looked into her eyes. “Yes, if you could, please.” he replied in a softer tone.

Mallory then floats to a nearby tree, looking down at Jack as his eyes stay locked onto her. “What I can tell you is that they’re scary people.”

She looks off into the distance, shooting her arm out, and making all the leaves from the tree she was standing fly away. They hurtle towards the moon, turning into ash and raining blackness on Jack. Her face became still and she stared at her palm. Jack crossed his arms and waited for more.

Mallory lowered her hand and looked at Jack again. “Jack, these are people we should avoid at all costs. You’re still oblivious to the things this world hides, so…” She crushes her hand, forming a fist and glares at Jack. “...I think it’s best to get Angela and run away from them.”

She was saying these things rather calmly and so straight forward, which made Jack assume she was calling him a coward.

He detested the idea and crossed his arms angrily. “Huh? You can’t be serious, right?”

Mallory nodded and looked off into the distance.

Jack groaned loudly and furrowed his brows. “So that’s how it is? But seeing how calm you're saying these things, it sounds like you’re! The one afraid of these guys by the sounds of it, not me.”

Hearing that said towards her did scratch her skin, but it didn’t faze her, that is until Jack laughed rudely out of nowhere. It made her fingers twitch, his laughter sounded genuine and personally insulting.

“What? You’re afraid that they’ll take you out of me right?” Jack gasped and thought about it for a second and then expressed a smug-like smile. “Wait, just from their title alone, I say that sounds like a terrific idea! I can even have them do the same thing to Angela and we both can return to our normal—”

“Shut your mouth!” Mallory yelled out. That sudden pained shout directed towards Jack caused all the wildlife to run away from the park and pop all the trees like dandelions, killing, and making the leaves drift towards the earth. Such a sudden shout even caused every plant and greenery to begin to die and decay. Jack watched as nature was corroding away, but he wasn’t intimidated, he was more annoyed at best.

“Why do you always do this to me? Even before… all those years ago…” Mallory whispered.

Hearing him say such hurtful things hid her eyes, and made her clutch her chest from those hurtful yet truthful ideas. “Why?” she said with her eyes still hidden as she floated back down to the ground. “Why are you so cruel…? I was just trying to brighten the mood and tell you information, you jerk, Jack.” Her eyes began to water, and she clutched her chest even more.

What was that? Cruel? Me?! Jack thought.

Hearing that pissed him off.

“She even said it was to brighten the mood? Joke around? In a time like this!” Jack muttered.

Jack felt frustrated, so much so he dropped his arms and clenched his hands. “Give me a break, me cruel?” He points a finger to Mallory, “Don’t give me that shit! You’re the bitch who’s cruel to me!” He started stomping his way to her. “I wanted more answers, but everytime I ask something you’ve barely told me shit!”

Mallory shakes her head and quietly begins to break.

“And do I even have to mention everything that you’ve done to make my life a living hell?!” He stopped in front of her, slowly reaching an arm out and suddenly grabbing her wrist. “HUH! Answer me!”

Jack clenches her wrist and forcefully pulls her to him. The look on her face, she looked blanched. She’s shivering, afraid, especially the look Jack had in his eyes.

“You damned bitch, you’ve been nothing more than a pain, a fucking parasite leaching off of my emotions, not only that—” Jack leans closer to her terrified face, “You even went as far as to target my friends and hurt Ange—”

When emotions were high and the atmosphere was turning seriously sad, all of a sudden, there was clapping that disrupted their intense moment. Jack brought a pause to his rant, Mallory continued looking scared, they both turned to their right and saw someone standing behind a naked tree's shadow, making Jack yell out, “Who’s there?!”

The person continued clapping and finally revealed themselves out into the moonlight as none other than Mathew, which made Jack gasp loudly. Jack’s eyes expanded, he couldn't believe it. He was freaked out and surprised to see him, even after all these years, he still feared the big oaf. The young man couldn’t come into comprehension and questioned how he was found by him of all people. Mathew laughed and that cross necklace Jack remembered all too well was starting to glow around his neck, making him shake nervously and remind him of his horrendous beat down all those years ago.

Mathew stopped clapping, expressing the most disgusting of smug smiles towards the two. “My boy, Jack! You’ve grown even more of a scummy low life I see!”

Jack’s mind stayed static, he couldn’t comprehend the situation, he was just too startled and surprised to think of anything right now. So he grabbed Mallory and held her, even though a moment ago he was tormenting her emotions with painful truthful words. In doing so made her forget everything that just happened between the two moments ago. Mallory blushed and her feelings of being afraid of Jack disappeared the moment his warmth rubbed against her body.

Jack’s body trembled, Mallory being held by his protective frightened grasp, he looked at Mathew with huge pupils of fear. “You!” he shouted viciously, “Wh-What the hell do you want? And how did you find me?!”

Mathew laughs. “Don’t worry,” he diverts his sinister eyes to Mallory, “you’ll find out sooner enough, I’m just after her…” his eyes squint and his legs tense up, “That’s all.”

A sudden vibration trembled beneath them and Jack felt it. Jack knew what was about to happen, and he brought her to his side, towards the edge of the trail out of worry.

“Mallory go!” Jack pushes her away and Mathew unironically lunges at Jack full speed in the blink of an eye.

Jack was grappled and the two drag their feet on the concrete ground while the young man is being forced away. Jack could feel his heels about to snap off, his legs being torn of their flesh and bones. Despite the horrendous pain, his mind already fogged up the moment Mathew revealed himself, making him ignore the pain with the amount of adrenaline coursing through his body.

Jack screams in agony and his eyes bulge. “No!”

Mallory didn’t know what happened after being pushed away, although she could hear the dirt and concrete being brushed aside by Mathews' surprise attack. She got up, and grabbed her head and ran back on the main trail. She saw the two still dragging through the park from the waves of dirt and rock piling up from the distance.

“JACK!” She yelled out in worry and ran in their direction.

The two finally stop, Jack collapses to his knees and Mathew shoots one of his fists at him. Mathew purposely slowed down his borrowed speed and grinned as his fist almost came into contact with Jack's face. The young man reacted but weakly by putting his hand in front of his face. Mathew’s fist collides with Jack's palm and the young man’s arm wobbles, creating disgusting horrific bone shattering sounds of splurging blood shooting out his skin. Jack’s arm was bent almost to his shoulder. Mathew backs off and Jack screams out from the immense pain. Mathew grabs Jack’s face, his huge hand covering the young man's mouth as he slams Jack on the ground. The ground cracks beneath the young man and Jack’s on the verge of dying.

Mathew laughs and taunts him. “So weak, where’s that bonding strength you share, huh?!”

Jack’s moaning from the intense pain , but even with his vision starting to turn hazy, he saw Mallory hovering from above and about to dive to his rescue. But Jack knew it was a trap because Mathew did nothing else but stand there with one of his fists glowing.

Jack reached his hand out to her. “Le-Leave me! Don’t co-come near me!”

“Gotcha.” Mathew muttered, and turned around, and shot his glowing fist in her direction.

A wave of holy might shot into her direction, which she dodged casually. Mallory was livid. She glared at him and a sharp glint grew within her beautiful eyes. The two had a stare off and Mathew felt at awe as he stared at the beauty that she displayed as she floated in the night sky. Her black tinted purple hair fluttering, her dress bellowing, but her beauty swept away the moment she snarled at him like some rabid cat. Her hair fluttered violently, the skies began to crack. She’s about to let out a terrible scream of sorrowed anger when an unexpected gunshot went off behind Mathew, which made contact to his back.

“N-No…” Jack muttered.

Mathew wasn’t fazed, the bullet ricochet off of him like a paper plane hitting something solid. Mathew looks over his shoulder at a bruised and broken Jack, who had his gun raised and in disbelief.

“The same tricks won’t work on me boy, I’m ending you now.” Mathew turns completely back to Jack, ignoring Mallory’s anger and stomps on the young man’s chest.

The force of his monstrous stomp from his big boot with the borrowed vessel of the cross made Jack gag out a huge pool of blood and turn his eyes white, finally making him unconscious. The sight of Jack coming to his end made Mallory’s blood boil. She’s had enough. She quietly lunged at Mathew like a whisper in the wind and stood behind him. Mathew continued his merciouslous stomping, cackling. He kept laughing as he kept stomping, then she lightly tapped his shoulder and he turned around.

Mathew gasps a little but quickly regains his composure. “Heh-Heh, well well!” He observes her figure, “I know I’ve complimented you before but seeing you this close, you sure are a mighty fine gal, and just the height too!” He clenches his fist, “Too bad you're just a demon!”

Mathew throws a straight punch at her.

His mighty blow was filled with holy maliciousness, but when it collided with her, it didn't make any contact; instead it went right through her.

“Aww! What’s the matter, big guy?” She giggled, “you were hoping to punch my lights out and take me back to your allies right?”

Mallory places her hand over her mouth and innocently giggles, tormenting Mathews' ears. Mathew growled and balled his fists, raising them to his face.

“That’s too bad! But you’ve made a grave mistake, you big oaf. You’re nothing but a fool, you’ll never understand this world and the capabilities that lie within it, you’re just a big stupid stupid dumb fat pig with borrowed strength!”

Mallory expands her arms out; they were transforming into smokey blackened trails of smoke. “I’ll bring a curse on you like no other! And give you the wake up call of a life, you Zounderkite!”

Mallory’s face was starting to dissolve, along with her eyes.

Mathew reacts in disgust and fear. “Ho-How…? You weren’t like this when we first crossed paths three years ago… DAMN IT!”

He was about to throw another punch when he felt something pierce his shoulder, making him pause.

“Grah! You! You, bitch!!” He grabbed his shoulder and felt a twig lunged inside it.

Mallory’s face finally corroded away, it formed into nothing but a black shadow of smoke, and her eyes glowing her mighty purple anger. “Don’t worry, it’ll only hurt—A LOT!!”

She laughed again, this time her voice was changing too. Mallory was going to throw a huge piece of bark she sharpened secretly to stab Mathew from behind. When everything was starting to seem out of place and abnormal, an angered cane tapping on the ground disrupted the intense air around them. The air that was starting to be drowned out by her plague blackness was erased by whatever was walking towards them. The air felt so pure now, yet anger was mixed within it. The scent of holy water was present, and the shimmering sparkles of someone's outfit was glistening with the moon. When she caught notice of the situation, her body and face formed back to normality, bringing back the beauty that was once there. Mallory was terrified, even Mathew noticed while groaning in pain.

The person smacked their cane against their palm and spoke with a polite English tone belonging to the middle ages. “My my! Another mess I, William, have to clean up—how shameful of you two.”

It’s William, who now stood behind everyone, and did not seem pleased, especially with Mathew.

William brought his gaze to Mallory. “My dear, would you kindly stop and go back to your host like the parasite you are for me? I know you’re my target, but right now I’m absolutely—LIVID!”

Williams' mighty shout returned life back into the nature she killed. It repaired all the senseless damage Mathew caused, and it even went as far as to fix Jack right up. His injuries were no more. William tapped his cane twice on the ground and that too returned the chaos that was caused by the skies to go back to the normal gleaming sparkled sky it was.

“Now, please do leave because I’m not playing little girl, but if you refuse…”

William vanished, Mallory’s jaw dropped, he’s now behind her. She can sense him behind her. She quickly turned around but lost her balance and she fell on her side out of freight. William glared at her but didn’t express anger. He only glared at her in pity in which she questioned why he would do so.

William calmly blew air out his nose. “Hope and pray to God that you won’t anger me furthermore, like my colleagues have today.”

Mathew interrupted him, clearing his throat loudly. “William this is our chance though! Our chance to extinguish this demon. Why are you letting her go?!”

William didn’t respond, he was still looking down on Mallory with a straight face.

“William! Come on, DO IT! Extinguish her, Exercise her! End—!”

“Shut your bloody mouth, Mathew you beardsplitter!” William shouted.

The night skies were now broad daylight. The sun was exposed and the sensation of spring was felt. Mathew and Mallory were stunned with amazed terror and speechless.

Mathew looked at Mathew and frowned in anger. “I shall deal with her when the time is ripe, as for this—!” He’s now in front of Mathew and grabs his necklace, “You’re not worthy of being one of God’s children. If you intend to cause damage to the very thing he’s created…”

William claps his hands and night returns, calming reality down. Mathew cowers and trembles in fear.

“One last thing Mathew…” William looks back at Mallory and points his cane at her, “...you’re wrong about her being a demon, very if I must say so.”

William smiles, but it wasn’t just a smile, it was a gentle smile directed towards her, confusing her.

“Because she’s no demon, in fact, she’s not who you two see. This image of her is a complete ruse, a facade!” He chuckles, “Even I can see through you my dear. What we’re seeing is just an image portrayed by dear Jacqualine over there,” He points at Jack’s unconscious body with his cane, “I know exactly who and what you are! But I won’t spoil the surprise for any of you folks, especially those who might be, do I say? Perhaps seeing how this tale pans out? Or reading! Maybe God himself was witness to this debacle, bwahaha!”

Mallory’s eyes quivered, she couldn’t believe what he had just said.

“Wh-Who’s he referring to?” she muttered in terror.

Yet that wasn’t making her shake, it was what he said about her. Does he know her? Her true identity? How did he know such a thing, even making her question if she’s already crossed paths with him once in the past.

Mallory quietly muttered. “How…?” Her poor body shivered so much from being so terrified by this being that stood before her and just read her like a book. “...Do you-you know?”

William grins. “Right you are my sweet,” He turns around and she even hears his soft chuckles inside her mind, “Don’t worry, I won’t rid you the way I do to other awful beings, because, you’re a very tragic one, a sad, lost precious thing.”

A tear came out of Mallory’s eye, and the girl in white dropped to her knees.

“I can relate to that, indeed.” William said, politely.

Mallory finally breaks down and balls up, crying from hearing the truthful words William just said in her mind.

“Terribly sorry for such bad behaviour, but until then, take care, tragic one.”

Both Mathew and William disappear, leaving her all alone, crying in her sorrow with Jack still passed out and the embodiment of fear stained on her existence.

***

Dr. Cato was in his office, tired, frustrated, and not feeling so hot. When he was about to sip his coffee his doors burst open and it was Archard.

Dr. Cato sighs and says, “Great…” in a very tired tone.

Archard didn’t seem himself though, he looked upset and afraid. Even Dr. Cato could notice the look on his hidden face beneath that hood.

“What’s bothering you, scary one?” Dr. Cato sarcastically asked.

Archard didn’t respond, only silence. Dr. Cato raised his shoulders and continued sipping his coffee to then be interrupted by William who appeared out of nowhere along with Mathew. William grabbed Dr. Cato’s coffee and drank it in anger. Dr. Cato freaks out by the surprise. William finishes drinking the coffee and slams the cup on his desk, scaring and startling everyone in the room.

“Fools—The both of you!” William slammed his fist on Cato’s desk, making both Mathew and Archard jump. “Do you realise how much of a burden you’ve brought to this world now?”

William’s breathing got heavy from feeling so frustrated, but cooled off to seem more polite. Dr. Cato looked to the other two men who looked to be in shame by their hung heads and tucked lips.

William deeply sighed and looked at his partner. “My apologies, it’s just that… Archard, would you kindly come forth please?”

Archard listens and walks up.

Archard takes a knee, very nervously even enough to stumble just a bit. “Yes… sir William?” He gulps, “what has—angered you, sir?”

William sucks in a lot of air and lets out a huge sigh of anger. “Could you explain the stupidity that you’ve caused today?”

Archard tightens his teeth, clenching a fist from his knowing guilt. “I didn’t intend…”

“Stop!” William puts a hand out, “Here me out my friend,”

William brought his cane to his hands and started pacing back and forth. Archard shut his eyes in guilt and Mathew sweats bullets. Dr. Cato crossed his arms but looked entertained by the show.

“Now do tell me why… why! You would go as far as—” William stopped his angry pacing, his body bounced over his growing frustration. “Hehe… HaHA! Blind me… I mean, to intimidate someone and use the gift that GOD bestowed upon you and cause such a ruckus?!”

Archard opened his eyes and showed his teeth in shame. William drags his hand across his face, and groans.

“Do you even have any idea of the trouble I had to go through to fix your BLOODY! Ahem! I mean to fix your destructive mess that’ll most likely expose our existence to the world?”

Archard gasps and quivers. “Sir… I-I, uhm, didn’t really…”

“What did I tell you the last time these types of events occurred? Huh, you blo—I mean, bloody! Grr, Sorry, terribly sorry… I’m about to lose it, do respond correctly or I’ll most likely break my friend.”

Archard swallows again. “I’m sorry, it’s just that Witch… she didn’t kn-know her…”

When Archard glimpsed up at William he saw his eyes bloodshot with punishing anger directed towards him.

“No no, it’s my fault for going as far as I did, sir William!” He bows his head, laying it on the ground to respect him, “forgive me, my lord!”

William’s blood shot eyes faded, he was finally calm. “Alright, now that you’ve seen through your errors, God shall forgive your destructive sins, hopefully.” He diverts his attention to Mathew, “As for you!”

William marches up to Mathew and grabs his shirt collar, lifting his heavy body without the slightest sign of struggle, like paper.

William’s eye twitches a bit. “What were you thinking! Attacking the boy and the girl to get yourself some pity revenge! From the blasted past of your own idiocracy…”

Mathew grabs his shirt, feeling Williams grip tighten. “I was only helping you guys! I mean it, I-I didn't mean to cause such destruction!”

William grits his teeth, and his eyes turn bloodshot again. “Blasphemy!” He yelled out of anger, throwing Mathew away and slammed the tip of his cane on the ground, “Fool, just like she said, absolute fool you are dear Mathew, that’s why—”

William grabbed, pulled out the necklace he took from Mathew.

“I took back what is rightfully mine!” William crushes the necklace into golden dust, blowing the holy dust to Mathew.

Mathew crushes his eyes, putting his arms out in forgiveness. “I’m sorry, forgive me!”

William crossed his arms and began to calm his breathing.

Just when William was about to control his emotions, Dr. Cato intervenes, walking behind William. “Wait wait wait!” Dr. Cato grabs William's shoulder, “You mean he attacked Jack and that demon?”

William expresses a very broken grin, turning around abruptly to scare and make Dr. Cato let go.

Dr. Cato raised the edge of lip. “Look, I understand your code and all, but if you were there and didn’t do what you were hired to do, then you had the chance to Exorcise her and end all this. Yet, you didn’t?!”

William twitched an eye. Archard and Mathew backed away and felt the mounting anger ready to explode at Dr. Cato. William’s had enough, and as he was about to scream and clench his hair, his phone rang.

William furiously pulls it out and answers. “WHO IN THE BLOODY BLAZES IS—?”

As he was about to let out his hidden stereotypical English accent from his growing rage, the minute he heard the voice speak through the phone, he simmered down, and seemed at peace.

“Oh, I’m so sorry my dear.” William finally returns his bright smile, and gentlemanly english accent. “Yes you were right, I was angry! You do know me well, my sweet! What’s that? Oh… hmm? Okay then, I’ll talk to you later then, until then, take care of yourself, my child!”

William sighs deeply and spins around, seeming like the happiest man in the world.

“Conversations over! All is forgiven, let us rejoice in our repentant sins and have a toast!” He hums a song and walks over to his bag, grabbing his golden bottle of whiskey.

Everyone in the room was left confused, frightened, not to mention weirded out. Archard stands up and joins William and he too smiles, the only ones who didn’t smile were Mathew who was still spooked and Dr. Cato who stayed annoyed.

Archard walked to his partner's side. “What happened to the Witch after I committed another Sin, and that I successfully scared, sir William.”

William takes two shot glasses out, quickly pours himself one and takes a shot and walks over to Cato’s desk. Archard followed and William took a seat on Dr. Cato’s chair and laid his feet on the desk.

“That my dear friend is a very intriguing story, very bizarre yet! Cute!” Wiiliam pours, takes another shot. “Bwahh, that’s it! Good ol whiskey to rile up the blood!”

Archard pours himself and takes a shot too. “I’m guessing you dealt with her, I presume, knowing you my friend.”

William chuckles. “You know me too well!” He cracks his neck, “This…” and looks off to the side, remembering what had happened between him and the two Witches, “...is how it all went.”

The chaos has settled, the destructive path the Exorcist had left behind was still embedded on the surface of mother earth is gaining the attention of every important leader around the world from the unknown shockwaves, explosions, and the disturbance in earth's magnetic field. Sarah’s on the ground unconscious, amazed and scared by the power of the Exorcist that stood before her was left alone. It’s been five minutes since his last appearance, but then, her mother miraculously appeared to come get her.

The minute she arrived, she saw it, the might of the entity, it left and made her feeling hopeless, and petrified. “What monstrous power… he’s gotten stronger it seems.” she said.

She saw the destruction that the person has caused, it was mind boggling, unearthly. Such destruction would not only bring humanity to extinction, but the whole cosmos. She didn’t want to hang around too long, so she ran over to her daughter and grabbed her. She raised and carried her in her arms, summoning a path to go back home until something more powerful than the force she felt from her home and from that Exorcist appeared right in front of her eyes. Sarah’s mother’s eyes widened all the way to max from total fear, her legs trembling, sweat dripping from both hands and face, she knew exactly who was standing before her.

They had an elegant holy white tux, a cane made of the purest gold, and hair as blonde as the sun. “Why hello there my dear! Sorry to intrude but as you see behind me!” He looks over his shoulder and shakes his head to the senseless destruction, “One of my foolish friends has done something unforgivable… Well, this isn’t a first, but it shouldn’t be a recurring problem!”

Sarah’s mother held her daughter tightly, kissing her forehead and quivered in fear. William sighs greatly, rubbing his head.

“It seems I have to clean this up myself, again…” He turns around and observes the damage, “...Our lovely world's atmosphere’s on the brink of ripping open, could be trouble if we lose our oxygen and let the dastardly sun's murderous waves of cancer burn our very flesh and vaporize all life on earth. Hm, what else, oh, a destructive path that seems endless, exposing the innards of our world to our very eyes, my my, how sinful!”

William widens his arms out, but before he could continue in whatever he was going to do, Sarah’s mother decided to speak.

She clenched her daughter's tiny arm and bit her lip to fight her fear. “Wh-What are you Exorcists… doing here, in Michigan?”

Her breathing was growing intense and heavy, on the verge of being hyperventilated.

“And, what business do you-you… have—?” She collapsed to her knees from her endless fear of the man in front of her, “Why? Am I… so—”

“Afraid?” William said next to her ear, she gasps loudly, falling over with Sarah still in her arms. “That’s because you’re a Witch, along with your daughter, though—” He grips his chin, “she’s a natural born? Isn’t she?”

Sarah’s mom was utterly shocked that he knew that, so shocked that she only stared in silence with her quivered eyes.

“Strange? I thought Witches didn’t allow this? Yet, your heart doesn’t seek evil, but it was once there, but no more?!”

William leans his face closer, and extends an arm out, resting a hand on Sarah’s mother’s cheek. Sarah’s mother hurled and tucked her daughter deeper into her arms.

“You’re a very faithful being, along with your daughter, that’s why I don’t seek anything against the two of you, but as for my colleague; I understand his grudge, so I can’t judge him for it.”

William walked back over to the same spot he stood and opened his arms out again.

Sarah’s mother watched in anticipation of what he was about to do. William closes his eyes, takes a huge deep breath and opens them again. His eyes glowed a holy gold, a beautiful aura of whitened beauty formed around the outline of his body and he slowly started closing his arms. What she saw was absolute glorified madness, beauty, and greatness. The destruction that was once there was slowly returning back and being rebuilt as his arms were growing closer and hands were closing in. Was she witnessing a God? No, it couldn’t be, she knew these Exorcists all too well, there was no way in hell one possessed powers this abnormal to everything that was already unnatural to their world. The moment his hands clapped, a huge white light bursted out of him. A huge sphere of angelic white started engulfing everything around the entire area, then expanding across the country, the continent they are on, then the globe, their solar systems, and seeming endless.

The light fades and everything is back to the way it was. William rubs his hands and stretches. “That oughta do it! My my, for a second I thought I would have to do more than that to clean this up, but!” He wipes his head with a white cloth, “That should wipe everyone’s memories out too, fix the stars that God created and that my colleague destroyed, but disincluding anything that isn’t normal of course, that states normal, like you two.”

William turned back around and saw something that even shocked him, Sarah’s mom, gently smiling at him.

“What’s with the smiling sweetheart? You’re making me slightly blush here ya know? You are very gorgeous so please don’t charm me with your bewitching good looks, love.”

Sarah’s mother stands back on her feet with her daughter still in her arms. “I’m sorry for all the trouble my daughter has done. I’m trying my best to raise her to not use her powers in our reality; but to answer your question, I’m smiling because you healed mother earth and restored her balance, so—” She bows, “I am grateful to you!”

William couldn’t believe what he was hearing. A Witch paying him respects? He was baffled, shocked, but more importantly, he was stoked.

William smiles brightly and laughs out of amusement. “I’m sorry for being rude right now from my laughter, but! I couldn’t help but feel intrigued about this situation!” Now he was the one bowing, “I should be apologising for my colleague harassing and being a burden to your daughter.”

Sarah’s mother summons her path home again. “What’s your name, if I may ask?”

William raises his head and rests his hands on his cane, “Oh poop, I thought I was famous enough to be known by now in this side of reality! Ahem, my name is William H. Christ the sixth! It was a pleasure meeting someone as pure as you, love!”

Sarah’s mom gasps out of shock again. “You mean you’re that William?!” and sighs, “No wonder I was afraid, I've only heard you from someone close to me but didn’t believe him… but! Now that I’ve seen you with my own eyes, you are the mightiest being alive, and a kind person.”

Before she walked through the circle to get home, William stopped her before leaving by whistling.

“One last thing, love. If your daughter ever chooses to intervene again, I won’t hesitate to get rid of her Witchery you know?”

Sarah’s mother nods and turns around. “And I’ll make sure she’ll have proper training if she ever crosses paths with you guys again, and to make you guys run with your tails tucked between your legs.”

She walks into the circle and it fades, leaving trails of beautiful blue sparkles to drizzle down on the grass and blossom new flowers and life.

William laughs again. “I’ll be waiting then! Take care and farewell…” His smile turned sinister, and his eyes furrowed deeply. “Sin of—wait no! The second Witch to bestow a Sin, but the first to bear, Envy!”

William laughs with his arms out, letting the world know of his amusement.

“That flows more miraculously! Yes, The Witch of Envy! I love it!”

William’s laughing continues as his echoes of amusement bounce off earth's skies, the mountains, and making the shining sun burst brighter onto the world and cleansing the world with his enjoyment.