Sebastian couldn't bring himself to sleep at all. His mind kept wandering and it taunted him. He was scared, and at the same time trying to convince himself to trust in his master. He had never for once in his life seen his master fail to exorcise any spirit or demon, both higher and lesser one. There was no one who rivaled him when it came to exorcism. But yet his confidence and trust in the man this time around was zero no matter how hard he tried. This was death they were talking about. It wasn't any ordinary Demon or spirit, death was something way beyond human scope, and trying to capture sounded like something a five year old would suggest. He turned to his clock and watched the time as it slowly changed minute after minute. Midnight was just a stroke away, and once it struck two things would happen; Michael would die or Marcelo would capture death. Even though it sounded like a fairytale, he assumed it was possible since it was Marcelo who was attempting it. If it was any othe
Francis drove carelessly through the dark roads without care of both himself or the night dwellers. Marcelo's assistant had just phoned him minutes ago saying that his master needed help, and he would do anything to help Marcelo including laying down his life. Marcelo had saved him from the curse of one of his deceased patients after he had failed a surgery, and since then he had followed in the man's footsteps offering him every help he could. He owed the man his life, and would easily lay it down for him.He was just about to call the man almost the same time that Sebastian called. Something weird had happened at the hospital and he guessed the only person that could explain such unnatural phenomenon was Marcelo. It was just for a minute, but it was completely odd and unusual. Hundreds of patients whom had been confirmed dead, had suddenly regained consiousness for just a minute, and those who had been considered lost at the moment had miraculously returned back to life. The long d
Sebastian woke up not feeling as bright as he normally used to. It had been a week now since Oliver and Michael's passing, and their funeral has been scheduled to hold later in the evening. Rebecca had spent the past week with them and it hadn't been the most exciting week. Ever since the Michael incident, Marcelo had gone cold and rarely spoke to anyone. The only time he spoke to the man was whenever they were on duty, and he wasn't allowed to have discussions that weren't related to the work at hand. Today was different though, Marcelo had left home the previous night and hadn't returned. He and Rebecca knew he had gone for a late night exorcism, but he should have returned before noon. He had switched off his phone and by doing so shut all means of communication. He knew the man was okay, but not seeing him home made him a bit uncomfortable.Rebecca had had enough of Marcelo and had left the house after waiting tirelessly for the man's return. She knew that Marcelo was trying to
Sebastian stood his ground with the others even though his knees were already weak. He couldn't show how powerless he was compared to them, else they would find a reason to kick him out and shame Marcelo. "It's Okay to be afraid, all of us are" A voice comforted him from behind. He swung his head around and laid eyes on one of his favorite members of the organization. Jerome Canvas, one of the Canvas brothers and the eldest of the triplets. They were probably the nicest people in the group and were the only ones he was comfortable with.The man's words had strengthened him a bit, but all the energy had once again been drained the instant their ambushers began appearing.He had expected one strong demon, but instead an army had showed up. They were in a burial ground, and the evil that emnated from the main Demon had corrupted the lesser spirits present in the place and they had become an army. He could tell that nobody was prepared for this and that if this pushed on, they would e
Marcelo had decided to take a little time to reorientate himself about his goals. His focus was dwindling, and he was beginning to loose sight of who he was. He was getting weaker, and his last exorcism had proven that beyond doubts. He had struggled against a demon that wasn't near the power of the strongest he had faced before. His loss against death had taken a serious toll on his mental and physical health, and they weren't things he would easily recover from. His emotions were getting in the way of everything he did and it had greatly affected his productivity. It wasn't his first time loosing a fight, but this felt much more painful than any of his loses. He barely lost and when he did, his opponents often considered their victory irrelevant. But this time around he had lost two consecutive battles in just a minute. He had lost against death, and also to the Quinns. He had misused a once in a lifetime opportunity and an innocent boy had paid the price with his life. The guilt
At the last second, Marcelo was able to get his emotions under control. This would not go like his last two battles. Those ones had the odds stacked against him. Fortunately, fate seemed to be smiling on him for once. If there was anything Marcelo knew he was good at, it was exorcizing demons. In a flash, he pulled out the bottle of holy water he always carried. Loosening the cap slightly, he tossed it directly towards the encirclement. It had the result of throwing a grenade at a bunch at people. The demons hissed and growled loudly as they immediately retreated from the sizzling liquid that splashed around. Seizing his opportunity, Sebastian immediately grabbed the bottle and emptied it around himself in a circle after which he began to pray unceasingly, which further agitated the vile creatures. "Hey you bastards!" Marcelo called out before they could refocus on the boy. Holy water was good and all, but this was not a normal possession case. These things were sent, like a small
Daemon devorator, Marion, translated as the Demon Devourer Marion was the manifestation of Marcelo's innermost desire. It was a weapon whose power only increased in the presence of demons and anything that had to do with them. Just like the name suggested, Marion drew strength with every demon it cut down. It acted as a multipurpose weapon too, as with every increase in its power, Marion would transfer the absorbed energy into Marcelo to increase his physical attributes exponentially. The ultimate weapon against the demonic scourge, Marion was Marcelo's ace in the hole against the otherworldly creatures. He had not used this weapon against Death, because it would have been in vain. The reason was that for all its evil, Death was not and had never been a demon. Azrael was hailed as a Fallen Angel, therefore facing it with a weapon designed to purge demons would be have been very unwise. But in a situation like this, Marion showed its true greatness. From the corner of his eyes,
With each swing of Marion's blade, disgusting creatures from the Underworld were banished from the burial grounds. So much ash filled the waterlogged soil, that Marcelo had to occasionally use the heat from Marion to vaporize the water to avoid slipping. The demons were not particularly strong with only a handful of them posing actual threats. It was their numbers that Marcelo found annoying. Deciding he had had enough, he carved a large circle around him which soon began to glow with a red shine that repulsed the demons. Bringing Marion up to chest level horizontally, Marcelo tapped it thrice, at the bottom mid point and the tip of the blade. Each tap created powerful sonic waves that had the demons screeching uncontrollably. "Mors Lanistus," he intoned and with a loud grunt, Marcelo plunged the sword into the ground. From the point of impact, a large wave of crimson energy swept out to devour every single demon around him instantly. In the next second, Marcelo was already cross