Luca understood perfectly the anger and the fear. Most of his brothers had also been afraid to perform the exorcism. It was something so very few wanted to do these days. Luca was starting to see why that was.

He gave the redheaded man merely a pleading glance, steady, languid Latin spilling from his lips. He crawled closer, sprinkling more of the oil on the blue flame while commanding the spirit to leave this body. The howls of the man writhing on the floor were getting more and more animalistic and Luca pushed and pushed more, practically pushing the man into the redhead's hold. There was something dark and evil in those eyes that kept staring at him. Something deep that made him want to turn tail and run.

As so many probably had done. But he couldn't. He had promised to look after these sheeps of his lord.

The man was growling, snarling while drool dripped from one of the corners of his mouth and he pressed right back against Luca, trying to formulate words on his twisted lips.

And then suddenly it was over. The air clearing, the flame going out, the man slumping down, unconscious.

"Satanam aliosque spíritus malignos, qui ad perditionem animarum pervagantur in mundo, divina virtute, in infernum detrude. Amen." Luca's voice was trembling, his eyes wide and raw.