After the still unexplained incident at the city mall, Mia and Melanie had left straight for the campus soon after. Although that had been at the suggestion of the former, Mia had actually intended to investigate the strange feeling that she had felt back then. But her blonde friend had been so spooked by the weirdness of the whole thing that Mia had decided it would be a better choice to take the girl home. Besides she had her own misgivings about the whole situation as well. That feeling had only lasted a mere instant, just long enough that she would have been able to detect it, but not a second longer. Had that been the case, Mia was fairly sure she would have been able to pinpoint the source, and even if she were somehow rendered unable to do that, it would have been at least possible for her to memorize the nature of that magical signature for the future. The whole thing reeked of a carefully crafted plan that had Mia on edge. Whoever had done that had intended it to be for
The professor's mouth was moving. Which meant he was probably speaking. This was History class, which in turn meant that whatever he was talking about was likely of relevant importance. And unlike some of the other participants of the Program, Mia actually gave a damn about her mundane life outside the supernatural. The implications of holding such a view were many, most of which were advantageous to get at least. But in turn it also meant that she could not afford to dare to slack off on her school work. This lecture had been going on for over an hour now, and with the professor's obvious interest in the topic being taught, it was likely to show up in the exams. And yet Mia Delgado found herself hard pressed to pay even an iota of attention to the middle aged man with a mustache who was lumbering around the podium down below droning on and on about a topic Mia could not even remember. Her eyes were fixed forward but they were glassy and unseeing, as if she was there
'Error code******identified...' 'Loophole*##**discovered...' 'Detecting alternative path*##***...' Vincent sighed tiredly as he finally broke through the maze of safety encryptions and traps that had been layered over the email he had received a few hours ago. The IP address on the message indicated that it had come from Starlight Central Academy, which meant that the sender was without a doubt Diana Stone. Vincent had been partners with the woman for over half a decade, their partnership being one of the longest among the various pairs of Exorcists in the employ of the Church. For such a connection to have lasted as long as it had in a business full of risks, dangers and the very real threat of mortality, both partners must have developed a level of instinctive trust in each other that went beyond normal human interaction. All of that were already present in the relationship Vincent had with Diana. Which was why the normally laid back man had such a pensive expression as h
Confession. The fourth out of the seven sacraments that formed some of the foundation upon which the Catholic Church had been built. It was in the nature of humans to sin, to fall victim to the ploys of the dark side whether knowingly or otherwise. The sacrament of confession offered a way out for the souls of the faithful who found themselves in such precarious situations. Gave them a second wind, a restart on their lives without asking for too much in return. And no matter how many times they returned, that gateway was never to be met closed off. The Vatican hosted multiple confessions at various points throughout the city every day of the week without fail. In a city that was the very center of the Holy Roman Catholic Church, there was bound to be more than a few churches and chapels than one was likely to find in a regular city. Though it was quite clear that some locations were more favored by both the locals and the tourists and visitors from the rest of the world. Som
The Word of God. That was the name of his Relic. Like every other Exorcist that was and had ever been working under the employ of the Church, Vincent had been granted the ability to wield the power of something called a Relic. Unlike a good majority of the threats they tended to encounter, the Exorcists of the Church were pure humans. This meant that they were naturally put at a disadvantage when it came to physical attributes such as speed, strength and durability since these supernatural creatures often possessed one or more of these attributes in abundance compared to a regular human being. With such a blatant disadvantage, it would not have been inaccurate to assume that the Church's forces would be on the losing side of each battle they found themselves in against other supernaturals. And yet time after time, throughout the annals of history, the Church had remained strong and unshaken from its position of power in this world. The sheer tenacity of humans more often than
For several moments a tense silence reigned over the entire area, one broken only by the string of foul curses that spewed forth from the vampire's mouth. The night walker hissed at he regenerated from the damage the holy fire had done to his body and turned to glare venomously at the Exorcist who was watching them blankly. Beside him, Rosaline found herself reevaluating her previous assessment of the man before them. Previously she had only thought that he would pose a moderately adequate level of resistance since she had not been able to sense much magic within him. But now it was looking like she might have been wrong. As despite being outnumbered and without having any prior information to the powers and abilities of his enemies, the man in the black suit had still managed to not only successfully prevent all of their attacks from touching him directly but even launch an effective counter offense at Ezra. Her eyes narrowed a little. It seemed they might actually have to try t
"Is it over?" Ezra asked as he rotated his left arm in a slow circle. "Did that last attack get him?" "I doubt it," Rosaline said, the irises of her eyes gaining an electric blue glow as she pushed arcane energy into them to boost her eyesight. "I saw him just before that last strike hit. His expression was way too relaxed for someone facing the possibility of instant death. He probably had a way to survive that thing." Ezra looked back at the large cloud of smoke and dust that drifted upwards slowly. The vampire chuckled in disbelief. "Well damn. If he really does survive that, then he is one tough son of a bitch." Beside the dark skinned mage, Aria tightened her hold on her daggers impulsively. "... We have to... We need to kill him..." "Someone sounds like they have a personal grudge," Ezra said with a smirk full of mischief. "Care to share with the rest of the class?" Aria turned to glare furiously at him. "It's none of your business—" "Actually it is," Rosaline cut
The first time Ariana Carmine had ever seen an Exorcist had been when she was twelve. At that age, she had just barely matured enough to understand that the world was not as black and white as the teachers at her school had made it out to be. There had been duties, obligations and responsibilities that had been the cause of many arguments in her home back then. Every day she came home from school, she would almost never failed to find one new letter joining the stack on the table by the door. Whenever that was the case, her mom and dad would enter a shouting match that was often so bad that she would always flee into the safety of their attic to escape the noises. Eventually her parents found a way to somehow settle some of their outstanding bills. Right from a young age Ariana had always known that her mom and dad were... special in a way most other kids' parents were not. She had liked it back then, liked how she would come back from visiting a friend's house sometimes and get