It was when he finally wiped his last solid steel knife that he felt them. Their mere approaching presence radiating power, but all Damien could feel was disgust. He heard their footsteps before he heard the tell tale creaking of the door letting him know they had arrived. He stood to his feet, turning slowly. The memory of what Latte had told him preyed on his mind. It burned at his bones but he didn't let it show. Instead, he smiled as he always did and greeted them.

"Excuse me, the homeless shelter is next door, feel free to pray and than  go there." He spoke, he wasn't  a former prankster for nothing. Though he would have to be blind to mistake them but anything but royalty, their mere clothing showed power and grace.

The older man, Damien recognized him as Gerald from the photos he had see of Latte family, looked about to scoff at his words. Yet, he straightened himself and extended his hand in a greeting fashion.

"Father Damien, an honour to finally meet the man responsible for raising my dearest niece." He said, looking at Damien with nothing but respect and kindness.

Damien  could feel falseness of his act the minute Gerald presented it. Oh dear Gerald, you can't lie to a master of the craft. He thought, looking down at hand like it was a knife ready to stab him. He raised his eyes back to Gerald's face.

"It was no problem at all, she is a wonderful woman and is a great deal loved and respected here in Carsden." He replied easily, there was no lies in his voice, the best way to lie was to speak the truth and spin it to your own desire. He pushed back his madness and finally shook Gerald's hand in a stiff manner. He channeled Toby's infidelity with fire and tried to burn his hand but it seem to have no effect on the aged man.

Gerald smiled at him then. It was a smile you used when your friend showed you a YouTube video you didn't understand. Fake politeness in it's  purest form, the way to hide your dislike and ease the other person into trusting you while you held the poison coated dagger behind your back waiting to flick the killswitch and feel their blood drain from the wounds you inflict. Damien read all of this from that flaring smile on Gerald's pale lips as he removed his hands from Damien's grasp and tucked them behind his back in a swift motion. He gestured to the younger man to step forward.

"Come now, Timothy, introduce yourself to Father Damien." He said as the young man approached, smiling as if all the events yesterday had been a mere dream.

Damien clenched his fists behind his back. He pierced the tip of his finger against the sharp edge of the blade under his robes sleeve in hopes in would stop him from attacking right then and there. The blood slide down his palm as the smile never left his face.

"Father Damien, how are you?" He asked politely, slightly inclining his head in respect. He was the picture of a gentleman, the face of a man any father would want his daughter to bring home. But Damien knew right then that he was far worse than Gerald. To stand there, look Damien in the eyes without a hint of remorse or shame, like the sin he had produced never occurred and simply melted away from his soul made Damien's bloodlust drive him nearly to point break.

He pressed his whole palm over the blade and felt the warm drips soak through his sleeve. The smile never even wavered. It was time for some fun, Toby suggested out joyfully from within him. He wiped his hand on the edge of his robe as an idea was born from his demented mind.

He stared at Timothy in a unnerving manner, a moment passed, two, then the smile on his face brightened as if in delight."You must be Timmy, yes Latte told me about you." He pretended to think then he clicked his fingers with a echoing snap."How you once pee yourself in front of her after getting stuck in a tree, well I'd say it looks like you grown up abit." He patted him on the back like you would a dog who finally accomplished the task of being potty trained.

As if summoned by his antics, Joseph strolled in, a fake bible in his hands. He took notice of them instantly and caught onto the look in Damien's eyes. A grin flashed on his face before he replaced it with a serious gaze.

"Ah, we've got more homeless people? Oh wait, no these must be the workers we called for to fix the toilets, man, Bertha been nagging about them forever." In swift movement, he shook Gerald's surprised hand and patted him on the back roughly before walking to stand at Damien's side."I can show you the way if you just follow me."

Gerald's fake smile finally fell and a scowl took over his face. Timothy's face flushed an angered red and hurriedly fell back into step behind his elder. Gerald eyed them now with severity and gleaming golden fire, he spoke in a voice that barely resisted rage.

"My good sir, you must mistake us for peasants." He spoke like a man with honor but it only worked to hide his dishonor. He was snake, smooth and slender, incapable to even understand the concept of the word of honesty.

"Allow me to introduce myself, I am Gerald Demetria, Latherna's uncle and the Lord of Ethenberas Manor." He said all of this with that same prideful tone, like a name and title made him above them and now they woud recognize his entitlement and importance and instinctively bow before him.

Well, he didn't know that he had pissed off two of Carsden worse pranksters before Latherna Demetria.

All the while, Joseph sensed a third, calmer power approaching. Draped in dark silks that only highlighted her indirect significance and ageless elegance, Theresa Dementia stood a few feet behind her husband, her very eyes boring holes in their souls.

Damien was having issues controlling his tongue again. It wanted to tell Gerald exactly where his title could go and what he could do with it, but he bite down on it before a word was whispered from his lips.

"Oh. That's nice." He replied like Gerald had made a casual comment about the weather. Finally he locked down on his emotions and let himself breath freely again. Something he hadn't been able to do since they entered.

He took notice of the woman behind Gerald."and who might be that woman behind you?" He asked, in a dull controlled voice.

Theresa smiled a brilliant smile. Though late in age, her beauty was not to be outshined by the models of hollywood. In the light of the church candles, her pale gold hair shimmered as she approached them and extended her hand.

"I am Theresa, wife of Gerald and Latherna's aunt. I was the one who continuously supplied her with the necessary dresses after the death of her parents." Damien had no idea why this woman was mentioning dresses like she had given Latherna her left lung. He supposed they must have been expensive and that sort of thing mattered. Still, so far she was the only member of the company before them that was bearable to him.

Damien wanted them to pay, he wanted it so bad he could barely see straight. He wanted to throw their corpses out on the streets or hang them from the town poll with their bellies sliced open so the bird could feed on their pain and misery. Instead he did none of that, none of it would help him now. He knew he was no match for their powers and skills so he had to play the smart game. That meant no head on attacking, not yet anyway.

" It is a honour to meet you." He smiled and bowed to her, now that was how you faked kindness and respect Gerald. Toby shuddered within him, wanting to do anything but this. Joseph glanced at him in bewilderment and amusement.

"I remember you, actually, you were the one who would pick up the dresses that I sent for Erin," she said softly, on her face the stare of someone remembering a fact they had only recently forgotten. She glanced cautiously at her husband and Damien noticed the rage that built behind his golden flared eyes. Good, he thought, only a little more now.

Damien nodded his head and placed his hands behind his back."Yes, I recall you as well, it's hard to forget someone like you." He added the last bit in to see just how far he could push Gerald before he snapped.

He heard Joseph cough beside him."Watch it Damien, your girlfriend Bertha won't be happy about this." Joseph said lowly. Damien had the desire to kick him but held it back seeing that the Demetria family hadn't seemed to hear him.

Damien nearly grinned as he thought of another way to poke the bear that was Gerald."I see, so why are you and your..uh, father here again?"He asked, conveniently forgetting their fancy introductions where they both stated their marriage. Toby snickered, feeling nothing but joy at this meeting.

The woman looked confused for a bit before she realized exactly what he was implying, she simply smiled and spoke nothing more but Gerald began to fume and started to open his mouth to retort till Theresa touched his arm in gesture of patience. It seem simmered him down somewhat to Damien's disappointment but Timothy didn't let him down. He looked like he was about to lunge himself at him.

"Listen here," he growled out."How dare you insult sir Gerald?!" He questioned in indignance as if he, himself had been insulted.

Damien hid his grin, perhaps Toby's enjoyment of irritating people was rubbing off on him. He put on his best confused face." Of course not, I would never insult someone in the house of God." He gestured around him to emphasis his point but also to remind them where they stood, in his domain.

Joseph, who had been slience for a while now, spoke up."What kind of people do you think we are? Like we would just insult you! Honestly I'm  offended, this is a place of holiness."he played along, actually looking like he was offended.

Timothy never let the anger leave his face, instead he scoffed."I know you are hiding her," he breathed out, his eyes searching the room."Where is Latherna? Y-you kidnapped her!" He accused and Damien barely resisted punching him. Theresa moved to calm him but was stop by Gerald who raised his hand to stop her.

"The boy speaks the truth," Gerald added in defense of Tim. "Lead me to my niece and I will spare you a death too terrible."

This time Damien scoffed. If he had been afraid of death he wouldn't be standing here today. What could you do? That hasn't already been done to me. He thought, he was not ignorant, he knew they probably knew ways to make him beg for death, but at this point he didn't care. They were going to pay, even if he had to pay with them.

Joseph stepped forward, the picture of lying innocence. Damien could tell he  was in the same mood as him. Joseph never did care for people like them, not after what his parents had done to him.

"Why would Latte be here? I think she probably with Dresden, Damien's nephew and her soon to be husband."  He added, he obviously trying just as hard Damien to make them attack out of anger.

Damien hid his pleased look. They could absolutely not get to Latherna. Even if that meant angering these people to the point of murder, it would buy enough time for Latherna to get warned, perhaps by Matthew who seemed to be hiding in a corner, watching them, a fifty shades of grey book in his hands then it was worth it.

"No, she wouldn't come here, you know what? I think she is busy in the unlived forset, yes, she probably there praying to God and wondering what she did to deserve family like you." He faked pondering this and enjoyed watching the anger full their faces.

"I mean I would, even the monstrous mother may be a better parental figure than someone who drugs his own blood and forces her to be wed." Now, time to sell it. He pulled out a small bible which was in fact a book about killing ducks."I would suggest praying on why you act this way, and try, maybe seeing Doctor about your mental health." Repeating the words his father would tell him whenever he should  seek his advice.

"Why you-" Gerald shook in his rage. Probably never had he been so insulted, Damien immediately wanted to introduce him to Bertha. Who's personality and insults were of legendary status in Carsden.

"Honey no," Theresa placed a comforting hand against his chest before turning to Damien and Joseph."I beg your pardon, my husband committed no such sin! Why would we? Erin is our last and only niece, why would we even dare to harm her?" She said, sounding perfectly truthful and looking at them with pleading eyes.

Damien had been wrong about her. She was perhaps the best lair in the pack. Maybe she didn't know, maybe she did and was simply playing the game along with them. Damien didn't have an answer, but he knew he had to wary of this woman. For with her air of innocent grace and sweetened poison coated tongue, she could be the deadliest of them.

Timothy scowled, not unlike a two year old whose toy had been taken from him. He spat on the floor in a dramatic  fashion and Damien inwardly groaned, Joseph could be an asshat about cleaning and this guy just sealed his own death warrant.

"Dresden?" He cocked a brow, looking like he very much wanted to be punched in the face."Do tell where the scoundrel who defiled my bride resides."

Joseph eyed the spot where Timothy had spat, Damien could actually feel his presence darkening. An ominous moment passed before Joseph spoke.

"Are you like, from this century dude?" He asked looking at Timothy. He was doing his best hipster act. The one he had copied from Gwyneth' teenage niece."I don't know, check Facebook man." Damien could tell Joseph wanted to roll his eye, he mentally laughed.

Then Joseph pointed to the spot where the spit resided."Why the heck did you just spit on our floor? You going to clean that, you know." He said, sounding perfectly upset.

Damien shook his head slightly and turned away from their conversation. He looked at Theresa, trying to spot the lies that laid on her face.

"I'll have you know that God sees every sin." He said, lowly, softly, just to her. Trying to crack that innocence act of hers." I may not be God, But I am certainly very aware of what happens with my daughter, dear."

He made sure to emphasize the 'my' in the sentence. They were no longer Latherna's true family, Damien had won that title long ago and planned to remind them of this. They weren't the ones who raised her, cared for her or comforted her when she was in distress. They didn't deal with her endless steam of lovers or  read her stories at night, they didn't tell her they loved her or kissed her on the forehead goodnight. They were just letters and dresses that arrived occasionally, but letters couldn't welcome you home with  a smile and the warmth of clothes couldn't hug you hello when you were feeling low. Blood didn't make family, bonds of  endurance and love did.

Theresa gasped, Damien would have laughed at her dramatics if it didn't just confirm that she knew what was done to her niece. She would have to suffer just as the others.

"Your daughter?" Gerald asked aghast, looking like he had just eaten a lemon."Fine, feel free to claim the pregnant whore!" He spat out in fiery rage as his wife tried to calm him down yet to no avail as balls of fire flared into the palms of his hands. The sound of burning flames echoed throughout the church.

Damien simply raised a brow. Ah, fire, that explained why he couldn't burn him before. This man may be old but he was certainly not weak.

Timothy growled, a low rough humming,"YOU! You son of a coward! How dare you insult me?!"he gathered a bright light in his left hand that sparked and flashed, a bolt of lightning, sharp and striking, was thrown  across the room at Joseph as his eyes turned into a deep hue of emerald green."Tell me where she is, NOW!"

Joseph moved out the way on pure instinct but the cabinet behind him didn't  stand a chance as it combusted into blue flames and spilled a blinding light across the room. Joseph looked behind at the mess, then he stared at Timothy in a ticked off way.

" Okay first you spat on the floor, now you are breaking things and trying to harm me? Just wait till you see the lawsuit I'm  going file up your-"

Damien clicked his fingers again.Joseph could get carried away at times, it seemed, though Timothy and Gerald display of power was meant to be somewhat intimidating, it just further erupted the anger that had been raging in his veins.

"No, no, I thought these two were adults, clearly we've been talking to children, Joseph." He remarked dryly, and then, because he could never let an insult like that at Latherna go, he added,"The only pregnant whore was your mother, Gerald." He glad in that moment that Dionysus had taught him wise cracks since the day he could speak.

No more words were spoken as Gerald's skin became molten rock and his hair burst into flames. He rose into the air, surrounded by a whirlwind of fire as Theresa cast a shield around herself to keep herself from getting burned. Timothy was chanting some kind of spell as a cracking sphere of lightning was hurled once again at Joseph.

Again, Joseph moved speed Damien didn't know he possessed and stepped out of the way of the flash of blue. The wall behind wasn't as fortunate, it was hit brutally and a pierced hole appeared. Damien really should have thought this through, at this rate the church wouldn't survive this battle.

"Gods, what was that French or..." Joseph threw the book he was holding at Timothy,"Nevermind, I'm  calling the cops, you weirdos." God bless Joseph and his humor, it was certainly going to make explaining what happened to the church later easier.

Damien then focused on the force in front of him, Gerald looked all mighty from Damien's position. He glanced up at him and said in his clearest voice.

"Jesus, is that you? You looked prettier in the books." He couldn't resist the crack and immediately ducked of out the way of a attack that would surely be aimed at him.

"Ignis!" Gerald called out as he fumed at Damien's jokes. Abruptly, sparks of fire began to form from thin air. It fused together with a glass shattering roar that seemed rock the very building, a serpent of flames now stood tall, glaring at all.

"I'll come for you, you son of a worthless witch!" Timothy screamed in insult at Joseph. He rushed forth after him, a longsword of piercing lightning formed and buzzed in his hand.

Joseph sighed as he hurried into the church's library. This wasn't at all how he wanted to spend his day. More than anything he wished to speak with Susan, ask her why she became so determined to avoid him. But we never did get things we wished for, and his romantic issues would have to wait. For now he had an opponent to face.

The library was the tallest place in the church, books were sacked on every available space and it smell strongly of old novels and classic art. Joseph took a breath and closed his eyes for moment. Yes, this wasn't at all how he planned his day today, his eyes snapped open, but that didn't mean he was going to lose to this spoiled brat of a child.

He saw Timothy rushing towards and got ready to strike, his favorite sleeping spell on the tip of his tongue. Bring it on, he thought.

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Damien stared at the fiery serpent that headed his way, his jaw suddenly collapsed. This was not something he could handle on his own, so he did the only thing he could, he called upon the little voice in his head.

Toby gasped, having not been prepared for the change. His eyes immediately widen at what he was facing, Damn Damien to hell and back! He cursed, couldn't he ever piss off normal people?

No one heard the doors open.

Sister Bertha peered in having heard the noise, her heart crushed against her ribcage when she saw what her beloved was facing."What in heaven's hell is happening here!" She cried out in aghast.

Suddenly it became too much for her, her beloved dying! No, no. She had but one resolve then, Damien would live, even if she had to give herself over to the spiteful Mother. As if hearing her call, Mother casted her power upon Bertha. Her shrill voice rang out as she appeared to have something of a fit, her skin changed to green and black, she grew in height and power, suddenly she wasn't weak Bertha anymore, she was the all powerful ruthless Gull.

"NO ONE HARMS MY FUTURE BABBY DADDY!" She shouted and ran towards  the battle, Toby immediately backed away.

Well shiz.

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The serpent released a fan of fire that consumed all that could be consumed as Latherna came running down the stairs and she saw the commotion.

"By the gods," she muttered under her breath, genuinely praying that this wouldn't end in any deaths.

 
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The sleeping spell did nothing to numb Timothy senses it seemed as he bought  down the bursting sword of lightning on Joseph.

Thinking quick, he moved downwards and the table he shielded himself with was cut in half as splinters of wood was dusted into the air. He heaved a heavy breath, summoned every inch of magic that still flowed through his veins. Though he haven't practiced it in years, that didn't mean he had forgotten what his mother had ruthlessly taught him.

Then all happened in a very bright flash, Joseph casted a spell of his own design, a flaming orange sword burnt in his hand, two pointed and curved, the blade sang in his grip. He immediately felt drained but he didn't let that slow him as Timothy aimed another hit at him. This time he was prepared, he crushed his own sword against it and smashed into Timothy's blade with all his strength.

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Sister Bertha was having  none of this. She took one look at all the damage the serpent was causing and immediately felt rage sway her. She didn't know how she knew it would work,  she just used the lungs that people often praised her on, (Damn Bertha, you should got a pair of lungs on ya.)and inhaled, she inhaled all the flames and even the smoke, Flip she bloody inhaled the damn serpent.

Toby stared, what the fu-

After what seemed like the weirdest thing ever witnessed came to pass, she swallowed audibly and coughed out streaks of smoke. Then her eyes shined as she spotted him watching her."Oh Damien! Did you see? I saved you!"She ignored all else and ran blissfully towards him with her arms out stretched.

Toby took one look at her, turned around and ran passed Gerald."DO SOMETHING YOU FOOL! KILL THIS MONSTER!!"

Gerald's magma eyes widened as he watched her stumping towards him. He heeded Toby's warning and focused his attention on Bertha. Rising his hands high, a great blast of wind bursted through the room as a giant bow appeared in mid air. As if an invisible hand had been drawing it, it released a piercing arrow at blinding speed towards Bertha.

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Another flash as the swords touched as slience as lightning before it stuck. Papers scattered and the air sizzle with electricity. Both men were thrown apart by the force but both remained unfazed by it.

Timothy looked surprised by Joseph spell but didn't let that sway him. He had since far more powerful casting so instead of looking more concerned, he gazed at Joseph with thrill in his eyes. He steadied his sword and took position again.

"Fight me, you coward!" He snarled, the sword was practically buzzing for blood.

Joseph's head snapped up, memories of his own family calling him that echoed in his head. For once he had no humorous come back. Instead he rushed at Timothy with his blade, taking him by surprise.

"Who you calling coward! Child!"He shouted as his blade crushed against Timothy's. He let the anger pass him and focused on his movements, soon he found to his dismay that they were perfectly matched. Another lightning strike, this one was making a large hole in the wall right through to the main entrance. Joseph nearly lost his grip when he spotted Monster Bertha but he continued on.

Their nonsense wouldn't distract him from ripping Timothy's black soul from his body and melting that stupid smirk of his face.

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Bertha didn't even seem fazed at the deadly arrow flying towards her heart. In her monstrous state she saw it as nothing but an annoyance. She simply snapped it in two and shouted."HOW DARE YOU  TRY AND HARM A LADY!"

"What lady? Which one? All we see is you." Toby muttered from a safe distance. He was somewhat glad because now it seemed  he wouldn't have to fight Gerald.

Toby could hear the fight happening in the other room between Joseph and Timothy. He swallowed, for some strange  reason, he had to odd desire to go and help Joseph. He pushed it back, now that was foolish talk.

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Latherna groaned when she saw that this was going forever. She looked around and spotted Bertha fighting her uncle. Hmm, a chance to get rid of one woman who hated her, great.

Standing up on the stairs, she quietly muttered an incantation and used her magic to tap into the weave itself. Threads of magical and ethereal light appeared before her eyes as the landscape began to blur move. She sent the ethereal lights towards Bertha, encompassing her and tightening around her.

She breathed in and out, steady breaths, she needed to concentrate.

Gerald saw the lights and he glanced at his niece. He watched her manipulating the threads, realising for the first time in his life that she was much more similar to his sister than he formerly thought.

Theresa was still stuck in her shield. Well this was going well.

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Timothy parried against Joseph’s attacks which seemed to only get more and more aggressive with each strike. He looked annoyed and surprise to see how evenly matched they were. Yet, a smirk ran across his lips just before he disappeared from Joseph’s field of vision only to appear behind him with his sword raised above his head as he sliced down at Joseph.

Joseph had turned in a mid second,
which just about saved his life. It only took a second to realize he hadn’t turned in time, his shoulder suddenly came alive with bursting pain. He managed to push off Timothy’s now more forceful attacks and put some degree of distance between them.

I didn’t think I’d have to use this.

But it couldn’t be helped, Timothy was more a challenging than he had anticipated. Joseph never took his gaze of Timothy, he felt it. The singing in his veins from finally using his birthright after so many years. He focused on call of it, trying remembering from a life long ago.

He held his stinging shoulder, huffing. Suddenly his eyes were glistening a sunset color, the room seemed to come to alive. Pens, books and sheets of paper scattered throughout the library, the lights flicked then went out completely, leaving Timothy to only stare at his opponent frightening gaze. Then he spoke, words he didn’t even know the true meaning of, sentences he had worked hard to forget. The ground shook with the sheer force of the Incarnation. With one the final word the library died, all rushing winds and shaking ground stilled.

Five other Josephs now stood with blazing blades. But Timothy didn’t have time to think about his opponent new approach because all five were heading at him with the intention of murder.

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Toby a found the a nice spot way from the battles that raged on. He took a moment to see that Joseph had been hit, pretty badly it seemed, by Timothy. Then he saw Joseph unleashing five other clones of himself and his jaw slightly dropped. This is turning into bloody Naruto. He thought as his gaze moved over to Bertha and Gerald. She now appeared to be struggling against a powerful force as it just kelp tightening around her with her every movement.

Great, they were going to die.

Then he realized that Gerald complete focus was on Bertha. There would be no better time to escape but just as he began to move, a pain of unimaginable portions rushed through his head. He dizzy fall to his knees and soon was crying out. Then it all stopped.

Breathing deeply, Toby glanced at his side and saw another head, Damien’s. All bloodied and fresh looking like it had been there all his life.

"Well, this is new." He commented, he had been surprised when Mother offered a him this power but he was down shock that Damien was using it. That bloody witch, Toby thought, it’ll be a cold day in hell when i ever help her again.

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The threads that held gleamed with a white light as she channeled the flames of hell through the threads. They gleamed with intense, hellish heart, burning at Bertha's skin as Latherna smiled.

Bertha struggle a squirmed before the flames of the threads consumed her and Latherna teleported to the battlefield and called out to her uncle.

"Leave them alone, you want me, so come and fight me. Warlock against witch, I challenge you for the name of Keeper of the Household!" She said to him as Gerald faced her with burning fury in his eyes.

And so the true battle began.

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Timothy teleported to the staircase before their swords could touch a hair on his head. He huffed and puffed, damn this was harder than he expected. Using his powers, he caused himself to turn invisible for a moment there in order to recuperate.

Joseph glanced around the room but saw no sign of him. Invisibility, he thought, that little coward.

Nevertheless, he took a breath before calming himself, he let his awareness focus and the world seemed stilled for a moment to him.

Then his eyes snapped open.

”HE’S OVER THERE!” He shouted at his clones who wasted little a second rushing to where he pointed with their air cutting blades.

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It was Latherna’s words that both of Damien’s heads snapped up and stared at her with actual fear.”No! Latte, you could die!” Damien cried out but she didn’t heard him.

Gerald looked at Latherna as his face slowly grew more and more furious, suddenly his rage boiled over and in a cloud of wrath and fury he unleashed a blast of fire straight at her.

It burned all but her. For a second, she stood like Daenerys ( a character from Toby's favorite tv show), the flames danced and flared around her but never dare burn her skin. Then quick as a snap, she deflected the fire with graceful ease.

Waving her hands around, Latherna drew from what was left of Arachne and quickly found her form. Fire breathed around her and draped her as she created a storm of lightning above her head and hurled it at Gerald.

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Tim cursed under his breath, "Gorgus Asimbelias!" He screamed to the top of his lungs, causing a wave force that shook them to their knees before her again teleported away.

A Joseph glanced up at the sight and fumed. "Run! That's all you really do, isn't it?" He shouted as he stood on shaking legs. Another followed his lead and responded in an equally patronizing tone."You dare call us cowards? How naive of me to even think i fighting anything more than a boy!”

The original Joseph simply sighed. He could no longer sense Timothy, not that he had been good at sensing to begin with. Timothy was now using all his power it seemed, on hiding his location. Nevertheless, Joseph’s clones gathered around him and formed a circle. Each holding out their blades ready to kill.

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Damien watched in awe, he always knew Latherna was powerful but seeing her actually using that power to it’s full advantage was another matter entirely. It was remarkable, he stood breathless, unsure how he could offer her his help. But it was already clear she didn’t need it.

The sphere was launched as Gerald staggered back. Latherna rose into the air, knowing well the power that resided within herself. Channeling the powers of the weave, a pair of  gleaming, giant white wings appeared on her back as she looked neither human nor eternal. A true Solsamnian of the blood of Corellon Larethian.

In her hand appeared a sword as she lunged foward and attacked. Gerald immediately blocked with the bow, the sound of metal against metal filling the air. A parry here and another block, she moved with dexterity and grace that Gerald could only dream of seeing. Each clash of the blades created a ringing melody that charmed the spirits and empowered the storm of the weave.

Latherna took one last sweep, the music of metal and the melody of the stormy weave in balanced unity. Gerald faded into dust, the remains of him decimated. Latherna finally had her vengeance as the storm simply grew stronger and more powerful.

Damien and Toby shielded their eyes. The wind ripped through their clothes but Damien was too busy staring  through his fingers at the battle. He watched in amazement as Gerald was finally defeated. It was over, Gerald was dead and Latherna alive.

They had won.

He felt...

He felt bright joy and beamed at her as she landed, looking calm. He didn’t even notice as Toby’s head disappeared from his body.

"My dear, I think  I can finally stop drawing up boyfriend applications." He joked as she glanced around the now falling apart church."That was remarkable!"

"Damien, less talking, more healing, get me some bandages," she said as she spotted Joseph through the hole in the wall and went to him with a concerned expression.

Damien nodded and was just about set off to do just that when it happened. A sudden stutter ran through the church. From spot where Bertha had combusted, a burnt figure slowly rose.

"Da-damien?" It whispered.

That voice, no freaking way.

Damien stilled mid step.

"Damien, I'm  hurt." Cried Bertha as she slowly moved on the ground.

Damien’s shoulders shook in terror as he quickly left the room to get the first aid kit. For Joseph, definitely not Bertha. He thought.

Lat glanced at Bertha and shook her head, with a flick of her hand, Bertah was gone and trapped in the chuthulu dimension for all eternity. She knelt to help Joseph, "I am surprised you're alive," she said to him, examining the wound.

When Joseph spotted Latherna walking towards him, he immediately felt drained knowing the battle was over. Slowly he began to release the spell and all five Josephs disappeared. He kneeled to his feet nearly passing out. “Re-really? You have no faith in me."He whispered before closing his eyes and letting the realm of unconsciousness take him.

Her magic eased his fall as she quickly tended to the bleeding wound. Muttering as spell to close it up, she sighed and whispered. "I have faith in you, that is why I didn't help you."

Damien hurried to their side. A first aid kit under his arm.”Is he going to be alright?” he couldn’t help but feel concerned, Joseph had been his closest friend for years now.

Lat nodded, "Nope, he won't be fine. Take him to the infirmary now, I have to brew an antidote for that. Tim likes to coat his blades with poison, this time is no exception." She explained to him as she stood up.

Damien nodded quickly and leaned down and wrapped his arm under Joseph’s shoulder and tried to pull him to his feet. Then he remembered, his eyes searched the room and finally narrowed when they spotted him.

”Matthew! You can stop hiding now and help me carry Joseph to the infirmary!”He all but shouted.

Matthew gasped as he  slowly stepped out with a flushed face,"You knew?"a copy of fifty shades hanged loosely from his hand.

Damien didn’t reply and Matthew got the message and went to help him carry Joseph. Together, they did it. Just an hour or so later, Latherna walked in with the antidote in her grasp and a worried look on her face.

"Here goes it," she said as she administered the antidote.

Damien watched concernedly from the sidelines. He had lost so much this passed month, he didn't know what he'd do if lost someone else.

Joseph eyes blinked than shut."yo-you really actuall-" he paused and Damien wasn't sure if he was awake,"didn't take me to the hospital!?"

Matthew laughed nervously,"Well they couldn't help you!" He cheerfully replied.

"N- neither did yo-you two!"

"I was there, I helped!" Damien responded, feeling a grin take over his face. He supposed this was Joseph’s way of saying he was okay.

"By doing what exactly? Did you seen some of things I pulled off? And what did you do? Grow another freaking head! And people say I'm  your sidekick!" Joseph was also grinning now.

Damien narrowed his eyes, trying to appear like he didn’t want to burst into relieved laughter."I'm  glad to see Joseph is so well right now he can yell, guess who's helping us clean up."

Lat sighed at all of them. "Stop fighting, I swear you guys sometimes act like children," she scolded, focusing her attention on Joseph. "Are you alright? Does the wound still hurt?" She asked.

Josehp smiled a bored smile,"This is nothing, Erin. I've survived worse  by my own mother than that weak little weirdo you called Tim." Even though he acted like he was fine, he knew it would take some time before he would even be thinking of casting another spell. He sighed, he should have listened to that crazy old woman when she told him he couldn't run away from craft forever.

Latherna shook her head and cast another round of healing to make sure. "You weren't so bad out there, the duplicates were clever, even I can't do that." She remarked, sighing. A look of thoughtfulness crossed her face.

Joseph didn’t notice. One thing remained on his mind; Susan. He had begun to notice her pulling back from him and becoming more and more distant. Right now he couldn’t even find her. He felt a hurting in his chest that had nothing to do with injuries.

"I think- I think I'm  fine now, Lat, I just need some time alone." He forced  a grin.

"Alright," she sighed, shooing away Damien and Matt. Yet before she closed the door, she said one last thing to him.

"I know what you're thinking, I don't recommend seeing her, right now. Yet if you wish to see her, all you need to do is ask." with that she closed the door and went back to her room.

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OMAKE: DELETED MOMENTS: As in, they did not exist in this story. So don’t sue me!

I didn’t think I’d have to use this.

But it couldn’t be helped, Timothy was more a challenging than he had anticipated. Joseph never took his gaze of Timothy, he felt it. The singing in his veins from finally using his birthright after so many years. He focused on call of it, trying remembering from a life long ago.

Swallowing, Joseph muttered a spell under his breath. He reached into his robe and pulled out a half white and red ball. He drawing it back and throwing it forward, he shouted, ” Now come on out; Pikachu!”

Timothy could only watch it horror as the creature burst forth. The last thing he saw was a fluffy sun colored ball before his eyes closed forever in a buzzing yellow light.

Somewhere, in place between worlds. The woman known as Kira and sometimes Winter felt a great disturbance in the realms, her eyes widened in realization and horror.

It was back.

OMAKE TWO: Yes, another one because I couldn't sleep.

The sleeping spell did nothing to numb Timothy senses it seemed as he bought  down the bursting sword of lightning on Joseph.

Thinking quick, he moved downwards and the table he shielded himself with was cut in half as splinters of wood was dusted into the air. He heaved a heavy breath, summoned every inch of the force that still flowed through his veins. Though he haven't practiced it in years, that didn't mean he had forgotten what  the dark side had ruthlessly taught him.

Then all happened in a very bright flash, Joseph casted a spell of his own design, a red kind of sword buzzed into existence. Long and light, he raised it in the air.

” Tim.” He spoke as Timothy’s  sword and his lightsaber smashed against one other.

Timothy didn’t answer.

“Tim.” Joseph spoke again.

“What!? What do want from me, you evil man!?” Timothy cried.

“Tim, you have been lied to.” Joseph replied in a dark tone.

“What do you mean!?”came the confused reply.

“Tim, I am your father.”

The multiverse gasped.

Timothy dropped his sword. He fall to his knees in anguish,”NO! NO MY PURE BLOODLINE NOOOOO!”

Joseph lowered his lightsaber.”Well shiz, you can at least act happy! If anyone should be upset it should be me!”

Timothy paused mid sob.”What do you mean?”

“You haven’t even gotten me a Father’s Day gift!”

Timothy couldn’t help it, he shouted back.”It is November!”

“That doesn’t mean you don’t have several years to make up for!” Joseph yelled back at his son.

That’s how Joseph and Timothy ended up at McDonald. Where Timothy ordered Joseph a happy meal and escaping from his father’s presence by the excuse of using the bathroom.

Joseph just should showed up at his door the next day with an empty Happy Meal box and a car running in the background. Timothy grabbed his poor wallet and cursed at fate.

A/N: Now, I’ve never watched star wars but I am assuming that’s what happened in the end. Faceplam to death Don’t ever let me write passed two am. Or this shiz happens.