Catch Me If You Can pt.2

Eros rolled his eyes and blew a gust of air on Pride's face. The sports captain reluctantly followed the direction unto the dirt road going out of town. He sighed loudly as the sand and wet dirt latched on the body and wheels of his beloved car.

"If we don't find her by following your stupid toy necklace, I'm gonna kill you," Pride huffed.

"And if you don't help my master, I'm gonna kill you," Eros threatened as he flicked a gravel to the car's roof.

The car was forced to stop outside the foliage of trees blocking the road. A dark swirly cloud hovered over a specific patch of the woods. Though the enclosure was silent, something about the air was deafening and spine-chilling. Pride took out his trusty baseball bat from the trunk and readied a knuckleduster in the pocket of his varsity jacket.

Lust gripped the pendant hard and whipped out his tiny blade and katana. Wrath had put a spell on all of Lust's weapon collection without his knowledge. It made the blades lighter, yet the impact and fatality were increased significantly. But Lust was an excellent swordsman even without the help of his hexed weaponries. Unlike his brother, Pride was a master at martial arts; having forced to learn it at the young age of four. The two wolves scouted the premises for any sign of their dear friend.

"What's your compass saying now?" Pride asked.

"It's going crazy, I think we need to take over from here," Lust suggested.

"Let's follow the birds!" Pride pointed at the suspicious flock.

The air grew colder as they probed deeper into the woods. There was an undeniable dark energy enveloping the heart of the forest. The brothers stumbled upon weirdly positioned twigs that seemed to spell out a sentence in a foreign language.

Lust tilted his head to get a new angle on the twigs and whispered as his eyes trailed, "Patentibus."

A few twigs shifted to reveal a huge cage of mangled tree trunks and branches. Nothing could have prepared them for what they were about to witness. Unfortunately, the vegetation was too dense for them to peek through. Pride looked around for more hidden inscriptions on the dark and muddy ground. Lust studied the outer layer of the cage and ran his fingers along the vines.

An alarming jolt of energy shocked his slender fingers. He pulled out his tiny blade and repeated the command as he tore the living cage open. Smoke and burnt fragments shrouded the wounded parts of the cage. Chills ran down their spine as two rapidly moving shadows appeared within a cloud of smoke inside.

"What is happening? There's no way in hell this is real. There must be a logical explanation behind this. Is this a smoke bomb?" Pride stuttered in denial.

"There are a lot of weird things you wouldn't believe brother, but now is not the time to question such things. We need to find Wrath and get out of this creepy hole," Lust assured.

A huge slap of cold air swept away the thick screen of smoke, revealing the deranged Wrath and the bloodied body of a little girl few feet away from her. Racemosa's torn dress and scar resembled bitemarks and claw marks. Wrath was tainted with blood splatters all over her face and clothes. She was hunched while holding a silver dagger in her left hand and gripping a blood-soaked cloth in her right.

Wrath launched at her enemy and lightly grazed the side of her neck before choking her with her injured right hand. Racemosa's eyes rolled as Wrath's blood streamed into hers slowly. Veins popped out of her temple and neck. She let out a painful screech and grabbed Wrath tightly by her neck and flung her body in the direction of the grave site. A crack sound echoed from the concrete as Wrath hit a sharp corner of the grave.

Wrath gasped for air and fell on her side while holding her ribs. She coughed blood and tried to reach for the sigil on top of the site. Racemosa got up and hurried over towards Wrath's shivering body. She turned her body over with her feet and dragged her by her hair.

"Wrath!" Lust rushed over after processing the unexpected battle.

She held up her hand to signal them to stop. Eros and the rest of her demon friends formed a barricade to keep Pride and Lust from interfering with her mysterious strategy. The spirits struggled with restraining the two wolves. Eros managed to put them in a temporary trance as his master was struggling to stay conscious.

"My dead father can hit me harder than you. Is that all you've got?" Wrath taunted.

"You really have such a big mouth, don't you? But please, spare me the empty talk and let's get down to business," she smiled down at her.

Racemosa let go of Wrath's hair, took the dagger, and slit her own palm. She covered the sigil with her bloody palm and chanted, "Me duce provide, et imperium."

A look of confusion was painted all over the kid's face; she was utterly dumbfounded. She repeated her chant, but nothing changed.

Wrath's face lit up and she laughed maniacally, "Eros! It f*ckin worked! I'm a f*cking genius!"

"I don't get it. It should've worked," Racemosa's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at her bloody hand.

"You dumb b*tch. I cursed my own blood and indirectly transfused it to you. Now you're under my control."

"H-how did this happen? W-wha- "she walked backwards slowly before hitting the edge of the cage.

"Eros, now!" she shouted.

The trance faded away, allowing the brothers to sprint into action. Lust lunged at the demon with his double blade, slashed her throat and stabbed her heart. The abominable monster fell on all four as her body deteriorated into dust and smoke. A rock fragment materialized amongst the ashes of the dead creature.

Lust pocketed it and walked over to Pride who was cradling the unconscious Wrath. Lust drove back to the apartment on his bike and called the rest of the sins back. Pride carried his youngest member back to his car and covered her with his jacket at the back seat.

"What the f*ck just happened?" Pride sighed.