"There weren't any demons in Vatican," Luca said quietly, his eyes troubled as he looked down at the man who seemed to be sleeping. There hadn't been much anything of this sort in Vatican. They had all been so sheltered inside the walls. "Not before the massacre."
When the redhead provided an explanation to the onlookers, Luca hesitated, quietly shaking his head even if it seemed to satisfy their audience.
But he didn't have time to cultivate any of those thoughts. The demon in Crawford's hands trashed and aimed to headbutt the man holding him down. Something broken spilling out from the man's mouth, an ancient language that none of them could understand while the man's chest rouse and fell quickly.
"Ímperat tibi Deus Pater;" Luca hissed and pressed the cross against the man's forehead. It caught on flames, the oil burning with blue flame. "Imperat tibi Deus Fílius; imperat tibi Deus Spíritus Sanctus."
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When the redhead provided an explanation to the onlookers, Luca hesitated, quietly shaking his head even if it seemed to satisfy their audience.
But he didn't have time to cultivate any of those thoughts. The demon in Crawford's hands trashed and aimed to headbutt the man holding him down. Something broken spilling out from the man's mouth, an ancient language that none of them could understand while the man's chest rouse and fell quickly.
"Ímperat tibi Deus Pater;" Luca hissed and pressed the cross against the man's forehead. It caught on flames, the oil burning with blue flame. "Imperat tibi Deus Fílius; imperat tibi Deus Spíritus Sanctus."